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Ginny
Hope you're having a good summer holiday! I've been trying to write to Ron for weeks, but none of my letters have been returned, so I thought I'd ask you what's been going on around the Burrow lately. I finally got my O.W.L scores... Outstanding in most classes, even potions! The only one I was disappointed about was Astronomy. Hope you're all doing well. I'll be in Diagon Alley the week before school begins for the year, so hopefully I'll see you there!
Regards, Hermione
Hermione watched as Pigwidgeon flew through the open window and out of sight, hoping this time, maybe, that she would receive a reply from Ron. This last letter, the one she had just sent, had been addressed to Ginny rather than Ron, asking the girl if she knew why her brother wouldn't return Hermione's letters. She knew, with that one, she would be hitting below the belt. Going to Ginny was a last resort... One that she usually wouldn't turn to and one that Ron would undoubtedly frown upon.
"RONALD WEASLEY!" Ginny went tearing through the Burrow, finally slamming Ron's bedroom door open and glaring at the boy. "Why on earth haven't you been answering Hermione's letters?!" she asked angrily. Ron shook his head. Hermione had gone over his head to the one person he wished she wouldn't have gone to. Ginny would never let him live this down. "Er... I dunno, nothing to say I guess," Ron replied sheepishly, his face turning a delicate shade of crimson. "Well that's still no excuse," she fiery red- headed girl snapped back at him, throwing Hermione's letter down on the floor in front of her feet. She gave an exasperated sigh and stormed out of the room, shaking her head. Ron got up from his desk, walked over to where the letter lay on the floor, and picked it up. After reading it through once or twice, he carried it over to where he had been sitting before and opened the drawer in front of his chair to reveal a small stack of envelopes, all addressed in the same hand. All of the letters had been opened, but they had all been neglected.
Ron sighed. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to Hermione. That wasn't the case at all. It was all her fault anyway, kissing him on the cheek like that last year. If she hadn't gone and done that, he wouldn't have just gotten yelled at and he would have returned Hermione's letters promptly, like he had done in the previous summers. Pulling out a piece of parchment and unscrewing the lid on his ink, Ron began to write.
Dear Hermione,
The boy sat silently for a few minutes. Why couldn't he decide what to write? He had never had this problem before, and he wouldn't dare tell anyone about it. For some reason, any time he tried to put words on paper for Hermione, his mind went blank, just as it did when they spoke. But he didn't like her. Not like that. That wouldn't happen to them... Liking people broke up friendships, after all, didn't it? Shaking his head, Ron wrote a few phrases of apology and a sentence or two about how well his summer was going on the parchment before signing his name. He sat back in his chair, reading the note to himself a few times before supposing it was good enough and sending it with Pig.
Ginny
Hope you're having a good summer holiday! I've been trying to write to Ron for weeks, but none of my letters have been returned, so I thought I'd ask you what's been going on around the Burrow lately. I finally got my O.W.L scores... Outstanding in most classes, even potions! The only one I was disappointed about was Astronomy. Hope you're all doing well. I'll be in Diagon Alley the week before school begins for the year, so hopefully I'll see you there!
Regards, Hermione
Hermione watched as Pigwidgeon flew through the open window and out of sight, hoping this time, maybe, that she would receive a reply from Ron. This last letter, the one she had just sent, had been addressed to Ginny rather than Ron, asking the girl if she knew why her brother wouldn't return Hermione's letters. She knew, with that one, she would be hitting below the belt. Going to Ginny was a last resort... One that she usually wouldn't turn to and one that Ron would undoubtedly frown upon.
"RONALD WEASLEY!" Ginny went tearing through the Burrow, finally slamming Ron's bedroom door open and glaring at the boy. "Why on earth haven't you been answering Hermione's letters?!" she asked angrily. Ron shook his head. Hermione had gone over his head to the one person he wished she wouldn't have gone to. Ginny would never let him live this down. "Er... I dunno, nothing to say I guess," Ron replied sheepishly, his face turning a delicate shade of crimson. "Well that's still no excuse," she fiery red- headed girl snapped back at him, throwing Hermione's letter down on the floor in front of her feet. She gave an exasperated sigh and stormed out of the room, shaking her head. Ron got up from his desk, walked over to where the letter lay on the floor, and picked it up. After reading it through once or twice, he carried it over to where he had been sitting before and opened the drawer in front of his chair to reveal a small stack of envelopes, all addressed in the same hand. All of the letters had been opened, but they had all been neglected.
Ron sighed. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to Hermione. That wasn't the case at all. It was all her fault anyway, kissing him on the cheek like that last year. If she hadn't gone and done that, he wouldn't have just gotten yelled at and he would have returned Hermione's letters promptly, like he had done in the previous summers. Pulling out a piece of parchment and unscrewing the lid on his ink, Ron began to write.
Dear Hermione,
The boy sat silently for a few minutes. Why couldn't he decide what to write? He had never had this problem before, and he wouldn't dare tell anyone about it. For some reason, any time he tried to put words on paper for Hermione, his mind went blank, just as it did when they spoke. But he didn't like her. Not like that. That wouldn't happen to them... Liking people broke up friendships, after all, didn't it? Shaking his head, Ron wrote a few phrases of apology and a sentence or two about how well his summer was going on the parchment before signing his name. He sat back in his chair, reading the note to himself a few times before supposing it was good enough and sending it with Pig.