Chapter One

Dear Hermione,

This summer, I was wondering if you could let me stay at your house.

I know I usually stay at the Burrow, but I think that you kind of get me more than Ron. We'll still go to the Burrow but we'll go a week before school starts.

Please???

Write back ASAP

Love

Harry.

With a smile Harry Potter, a very cute 16 year old boy, folded his letter and tied it to his snowy owl Hedwig's leg. "Now Hedwig, take this to Hermione and only Hermione don't let anyone read it, o.k.?" he asked. With a nip on the finger Hedwig flew out the window and into the night.

Hermione looked up from her book as she heard a fluttering of wings by her open window. Hermione had changed a lot in a few months, her young looks now replaced by those of a woman's. Her bushy hair now in sleek curls. Wearing the latest fashion she now got wolf whistles instead of bookworm comments. She stood up gracefully and took the letter from Hedwig's clutch. She read the letter than ran down stairs as fast as she could to ask permission from her parents.

"Ron" Fred said as he walked into Ron's room "Why is there letters addressed to R.W- "My Secret Admirer" in my hand?" he asked with a sneer. "Because…ah….I like someone from school…not that it's any of your business…now give me my letters!" Ron replied embarrassed.

"Uh Huh…who is she?" Fred asked. "Parvati Patil, o.k.?... I've had a crush on her since she went with Harry to the Yule Ball, I was jealous of him…Now leave me alone!" Ron looked desperate as he said this. "Good choice little bro, here you go" George said handing him his letters. With a sigh of relief Ron opened the top letter and started reading:

Dear R.W

Thanks for your letters but please send no more, I'm getting un-happy not knowing who you are. Let's meet at Hogwarts and settle this. I'm really starting to like you.

Love always,

Parvati.

Ron finished the letter and blushed. He had been so jealous of Harry at the Ball. Now he could tell her the truth. He dreamed about her so much now it was crazy.

How can I even think this she wont even like me-he thought.

Ron had changed into a very cute 16-year old, yet he was still a little scrawny and thought no-one would like him.
I will die of embarrassment her thought tears welling up in his eyes he lay on his bed and the next thing he knew he was asleep and dreaming of Parvati.