My first fanfic so be NICE! I know the whole Hermione loves Harry thing is kind of rushed…I'm to bored to write it now…lol

Chapter 1-

The sky was filled with dark, luminous clouds, threatening to pour down rain. The wind blew harshly over the train station as passengers said their goodbyes to loved ones boarding the trains.

"Harry," Hermione Granger begged, tears welling in her eyes as she bid her friend goodbye, "I wish you didn't have to go. Why can't you stay?"

Harry sighed and looked back at her, his dark hair blowing in his eyes. The sparkle and glow which had once covered his face was gone with a more serious one.

"I can't stay in London anymore," he said softly, "It brings back to many memories of…"He didn't say the name. He didn't have to, Hermione knew.

"Harry," she pleaded, reaching her hand up to touch his cheek, "What ever happened to Ron was not your fault, understand me?"

Harry's gaze hardened. "What do you mean?" he exclaimed, "It's because of me that Voldemort killed him and almost the rest of the Weasley's!"

"No," Hermione said harshly, "It's not!"

"If I hadn't had brought them…"Harry trailed off.

"You didn't!" Hermione exclaimed, "They came out of their own will. Ron knew the price Harry! It's-not-your-fault."

Harry sighed and Hermione knew that he still didn't believe her.

"At least stay for Ginny," she said, naming his long time girlfriend.

"She's still got her father," Harry said harshly, but his face softened as he saw Ginny approaching them, her face tear-stricken.

"Harry," she said, walking up to them, "Must you go?"

Harry sighed and nodded, kissing Ginny on the cheek and breaking Hermione's heart. She had loved Harry ever since the beginning of their seventh year. When he asked Ginny Weasley out just before he fought Voldemort in the final battle in killed her, but she was sure to remain silent. Whatever made Harry happy, made her happy.

Before he died, Ron had often told Hermione to tell Harry how she felt. Apparently he was an expert on the subject of 'love'. He had always told her to tell him before it was too late.

Now it's too late for Ron, Hermione thought sadly, as she stared at the couple kiss their goodbyes. Ron was the only one she had ever dared to confide in. She missed him more than anyone knew.

"You'll write to me, right Ginny?" Harry asked her, breaking apart from their kiss.

"I don't have an owl," Ginny admitted. Hermione smiled; even if Ginny had an owl, she wouldn't write letters for her life. She was like Ron in that way.

"Oh," Harry said.

He looked so crestfallen that Hermione piped up.

"She can use my owl."

"Yeah," Harry said, his face brightening, "Thanks Hermione!"

She smiled, trying not to feel too bad at the fact Harry didn't ask her to write to him. Once he got a girlfriend was his best friend out?

The train honked and Harry's smile wiped away as he quickly said, "I have to go."

"Bye Harry," Ginny said, her eyes filled with sorrow. Hermione didn't say anything; if she opened her mouth she would start crying.

Harry hopped aboard the train and yelled, "Write Ginny!" over the loud honking and smoke.

Ginny nodded and tried to restrain tears from falling down her cheeks as she waved. She turned just before the train was out of sight but Hermione continued to stare until all she could see of the train was a little puff of smoke.

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"Ginny," Hermione pointed out as they lay in Hermione's bedroom, "When are you ever going to write to Harry? It's been two weeks!"

Ginny sighed and turned to look at Hermione. "You know I can't write for my life."

"You promised him Ginny," Hermione pointed out, raising her eyebrows.

"I never recall saying the word promise."

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, "You're just not going to write to him?"

Ginny opened her mouth to reply but her father yelled loudly at that minute, "GINNY! Come down!"

Ginny sighed, "I have to go home," she said, rolling her eyes. Hermione gave her a glare and she said, "If you want him to get the letters so bad, why don't you write?"

"Maybe I will," Hermione growled, as Ginny Apparated out of her bedroom.

A little bit later Hermione was feeling horrible.

Poor Harry, she thought, He wanted Ginny's letters so horribly.

Somehow, she couldn't stand to think of Harry all cooped up, waiting for Ginny's letters. If she wasn't going to write, Hermione might as well write a letter to him herself.

Pulling out a quill and a piece of parchment, she began to write.

Dear Harry,

Sorry I haven't written, things have been so hectic ever since you left. I'm so tired, I'm still waiting for applications back from jobs-I'm a nervous wreck because I haven't received anything yet!

You'll never believe it. The 'Daily Prophet' has posted a review about the whereabouts of you. Every single day without fail they seem to write an article about a new spotting of the famous Harry Potter. It seems that just yesterday you were swimming in southern Australia.

Anyways, how's life for you? I can't wait to hear how things are!

Sorry I can't write longer, it's getting late and I'm dead tired. I have to wake up early tomorrow morning for another job application.

Lots of Love,

Hermione

She re-read over the whole thing. Something was missing, she just couldn't figure out what.

She pulled out another piece of paper and rewrote the whole thing. She paused at the last line, and quickly changed something.

Lots of Love,

Ginny

She stared at it for a minute, as if perfecting it and then attached it to the leg of her new scrawny, brown owl.

She paused for a moment, as if debating whether to do it or not.

"Give this to Harry," she whispered to her owl, and then set it off.

Her owl took off, its wings flapping wildly. She stared at it until it was just another brown speck in the horizon.

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Sowwie its so short btw..