/N: Oh my goodness! I have so many reviews! I love my reviewers so much! You guys ROCK HARD! I am sorry I haven't been too quick to update, school has been rough this week!

After going through this fic, a year later, I honestly don't know why I got all those reviews. Maybe everyone thought I was trying to make a parody? Well, it wasn't a parody then, but now I'm hinting that it is in my revisions. Thanks again all of you!

Disclaimer: I wish, but alas, I do not. Own Harry Potter that is.

We were out on the Quidditch Pitch. It was my turn to go up and tryout. And for some reason, I was not nervous. Me, not nervous! Maybe it was the fact that now I really do know that Hermione likes me. Maybe it's the fact that I know I can do this. Maybe I'm just not acting like the normal Ron. Who knows, but I think I like it.

I took my spot at the hoops and waited for Ginny to throw the quaffle.

She went for the bottom left hoop, I caught it easily. She faked right and aimed for the center hoop. I, once again, caught it easily. This is going better than I expected. It went on like that until I missed (damn) the sixteenth pitch.

I flew to the ground, and got off my broom. I believe I just got the position of keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

I walked (more like strutted) over to where Harry stood, watching the next person trying out.

"Great job, Ron," He said when the boy (a very timid-looking third year; I swear we were not that small in our third year) was done.

"Thanks Harry. I couldn't have done it without those games we held back at the Burrow." I clapped him on the back as a way of saying thanks.

When the try outs were all said and done, Harry read off the new team.

"Ginny, Angelina, the chasers." Good for Ginny! I saw her smile up at Harry, who smiled back.

Aww... His smile is so cute, just like him!

"And the new Keeper is-"

This is what I have been – wait. What? Ginny likes Harry? Since when?

"Ron! Did you hear Harry?" Hermione's voice broke through my thoughts.

"Did you know that Ginny likes Harry?" I don't care about what Harry said right now. I am a little more upset with the fact that my little sister thinks my best friend is cute!

Oh dear! How did he find that out? Ginny didn't want him to know! Did I say something?

Oh crap. How am I going to explain how I know that Ginny likes Harry? Quick, think Ron!

"I saw her write 'Ginny Potter' on her old potions book." That has to be the stupidest excuse ever!

Whew, I didn't do anything.

"Oh yeah, she does that sometimes." She does? Really? That is so weird. I didn't think girls really did that.

"Well, did you know?" I asked. She wasn't getting out of this that easy.

"Know what?" She makes me so hot when she plays dumb.

"That Ginny likes Harry." She flashed me a smile that made me want to take her off in the sunset on my broom right now. As a matter of fact-

"Hey, 'Mione." I wait for her to think, or say, something.

Yay! He called me 'Mione!

"Yes?" She asked.

"How about I take you to this one spot over that hill, right there?" I pointed to a hill away from the Quidditch Pitch.

"Won't we get in trouble?" Typical Hermione.

"I'll make sure we don't get caught, Miss Hermione."

"Ok, then Mr. Weasley, How do you suppose we get there?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"We can fly."

"Oh. Alright then."

This is too good to be true! I get to ride with Ron on his broom, off to a very romantic spot, far away from Hogwarts! Squee!

I have to be the happiest man on the face of the Earth. Only one thing could make it even better.

"Wait- 'Mione, what did Harry say?"

"Oh, Ron, you're the new keeper!" She said into my shirt as she hugged me.

I was wrong. Now I am the happiest man on the face of the Earth.

A/N: This wasn't the funniest chapter ever, but I needed it for the next one, which is in the process. Hopefully, I will have it up sometime next week. I will not be updating next weekend (ok, maybe if I get lots of reviews), because the Super Bowl is that Sunday. Go Steelers!

Next Chapter: Ron and Hermione go on their said 'date' and for some reason Ron is reading Snape's mind?