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Boredom & Fellytoning

(RON)

Perhaps, it was a little pathetic for him to ask Hermione eight times in a row, if she couldn't finally agree to come to Grimmauld's Place with them, but he desperately needed company. Apart from Ginny, that was, and from the twins. And from the whole bunch of order members, obviously, the adults, who wouldn't let them in on something, ever. Yep, Hermione definitely needed to accompany them already, and Ron would have to make sure that she actually did.

The general mood in that horribly Black-ly and spider-contaminated house had gotten pretty awful at this point. Percy's betrayal was still bringing their Mum to tears every day, Sirius was more bugged out and embittered than Ron had ever seen him be, and all the tidying up was just exhausting. And for some reason, Ron felt, it would all be much less gruesome at Grimmauld's Place, if Hermione would be there with him.

"I'd love to join you all, Ron, I'm sure it's so exciting to be bound in something productive, but my parents want me to stay a little longer with them still.", she'd told him, the day before his family had left the Burrow to go to London. Not only had he finally figured out the function of fellytones, but also the official name for these things, "telephones". By communicating with her this way, Ron had been able to tell her a little more about their plans than it would have been possible via owl. Still, he obviously couldn't openly talk about any details, - not, that he knew many, anyway. "I'm really sorry, Ron", she'd then added, and sighed against his ear through the machine. Ron had been quite surprised to hear her sound so miserable, and couldn't help but really miss her, in that instant...

"It's okay, no problem. I'll owl you when I'm there, okay?", he'd said, before saying goodbye to her to pack his trunk.

Harry couldn't come, Dumbledore had said as much to everyone, for whatever reason, but Hermione was already halfway through convincing her parents to let her go, at this point. It had been seven days, since they'd fellytoned, and the prospect of seeing her again was filling Ron with a ridiculous amount of anticipation. He'd written her every day, constantly begging her to accompany them, so at one point, her parents would have to agree, wouldn't they? The summer holidays were simply too long, to be away from your friends. Especially, in uncertain times like these. Everything was so messed up, since the end of the term, that it didn't even feel like real holidays any more. He needed someone to make him feel slightly normal again, and who could be better for that than Hermione?

And also, he was slightly scared for her safety.

Not, that he expected things to get terrible right away. You-know-who had merely been back for a few weeks, the whole Ministry still didn't even believe in it...

But, if what the order members said, was true, then the first people to be endangered by his comeback would be Muggles and Muggleborns. And Hermione was right in the middle of that all, without any real protection, if anything would happen...

She was quite capable of defending herself, of course. She was Hermione! And therefore, bloody perfect in almost every-freaking-thing. But she also was a target, wasn't she? Being one of Harry Potter's best friends, and all...

Ron shuddered and felt his ears redden in anger, at the thought of what that douche Malfoy had said last year, after the World Cup... Something about Hermione better hiding fast, because the Death Eaters would surely recognise a "Mudblood"... disgusting person, that Malfoy, and still, Ron couldn't help but think about that comment quite often, recently.

"Ron? Are you there?", said a voice from behind his closed wooden door, and he looked up from where he lay on his bed.

"What's up, Ginny?", he questioned, and a second later, his sister had entered the room already, the owl Pig swaying happily on her shoulder and a letter in her outstretched hand.

"Hey, here's another one from Hermione. Could you please tell her to hurry up a little with her other holiday activities? It's getting pretty creepy, being alone in that room upstairs.", Ginny complained, while abstractedly fondling the tiny owl's plumes. "Last night, Kreacher was rummaging around in my wardrobe again, in the middle of the night! I could use a roommate."

"Well, you won't need to wait long for that!", Ron said, a grin slowly spreading across his face. He'd eagerly taken the letter from Ginny the moment she'd opened the door, and was now excitedly following his best friend's neat, tiny handwriting on the paper.

"She says her parents agreed to let her go to us! She asks, if we could come and pick her up tomorrow!"