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Chapter One: Letters.

And I should know better,
Give up while I can.
And I'll prove to the world,
That I'll be my own man,
You broke me,
And took me along for the ride.
And this pain that you left me,
Should make me subside.
But I'm not over you.

-Had to share these lyrics with you all.

Probably next to the most amazing lyrics ever.

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It was the summer of Hermione's six year. It was the summer before she would be going on a horcruxes hunt with her two best friends. She wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts. Hell, there was a chance she wouldn't be returning home either. Of course she wanted to think positive. Things like, oh it won't be a problem! The horcruxes will all be in a safe little fluffy room, sort of like a cloud, and all we have to do is touch them and then they'll burst into pieces. Then all we have to do is stupefy Voldemort then he's gone! But honestly how realistic was that? Not realistic at all. And certainly not realistic for Hermione Granger to be thinking along that sort. She was more of the negative thinker. Thinking that if something could go wrong, it will. They could never find a single horcruxe, Voldemort could find them, and they could die. They could also find all horcruxes, then go to kill him and the whole plan backfires and he kills all of them and finding the horcruxes went to a waste.

All different scenarios played through Hermione's mind like a movie. But one replayed more than others, and it frightened her the most; If both of her friends die, and she's left alone to live under Voldemorts wishes. Or to die by herself, which was more likely seeing as how she was what he would call a 'mudblood'. And clearly they weren't needed in Voldemorts little fairytale land. Or he could find out she was a very bright witch, and use her to his advantages. Which in her mind, was even worse. She'd rather die.

But she shook the thoughts out of her head. No, if one dies, they'll all die. That's how it was with them. They'd all sacrifice for each other. Down to the very end. And she couldn't say just how thankful she was to find friends like that. She found her best friends in her first year, when she was eleven years old. Just when she thought she was going to be one of the loners, that got made fun of for knowing almost anything and everything, and for being just a little bit too cautious, she made two friends that anyone would die to have.

She couldn't stop the thoughts in her head from causing her to be worried. She hadn't heard from Harry, nor Ron. She knew that she couldn't write to Harry. It was almost forbidden. Well, not totally. But she knew people would be watching Harry's mail like it was nobodies business. It just wouldn't be safe, no matter what she said. And he would most likely want to write back about their upcoming getaway; which wouldn't be allowed. So she most likely wouldn't get a reply which would just cause her to worry even more.

And for Ron, she didn't send him much letters. Only to let him know when she was coming, or him asking her if she was going to. She never thought he was the type to write letters. But right now, she missed him. His humor mostly, at the moment. She needed a laugh, which lead to his fear of spiders. That was always a nice laugh. She couldn't remember why he was so frightened of spiders. She was sure that maybe he told her… but for the life of her, she couldn't remember. So at that instant, she took out a piece of parchment along with her quill and a bottle of ink.

Ronald,

Why do you have a fear of spiders?

-Hermione.

Hermione placed the piece of parchment into an envelope, writing 'Ronald Weasley' on the front. She opened her window, and glanced around at the tree outside, seeing an owl jump up from it and soar over. It always amazed her how owls knew where to go, and knew when someone needed a letter sent. She tied the letter to the owl's leg, giving it a bit of the croissant she had been munching on and told her where to go. And with that, she shut the window after the owl flew off. Hopefully she wouldn't have to wait too long. Though she knew it wouldn't be instant, that's what really sucked about Owl Mail.

It had been a few hours, and Hermione was ready for bed. She had taken a shower, placed her hair in a bun and got into her pajamas, about to climb into bed until she heard a tapping on the window. She pushed open her window and was met by a very energetic owl which she noticed as Pig. "Pig!" She exclaimed, actually quite glad to see the annoying brown owl seeing as how she didn't know Ron was going to write her back or not. She removed the tied letter from the owl's leg and immediately read it.

Hermione,

Fred and George transfigured my teddy bear into a giant spider when I was little. Why do you ask?

Oh and sorry for sending Pig, crazy little bugger. But I figured I'd give the stray owl a rest.

-Ron.

Hermione smiled, the letter was simple, and short. But it still amused her. She looked at Pig who was bouncing around the room and decided he looked energetic enough to probably go back and forth them a million times. She took another piece of parchment out and her quill, beginning to write.

Ron,

I was just wondering, I couldn't remember exactly why. I guess I'd have a fear of spiders if someone did that to me too. And I don't mind Pig at all.

I was thinking of asking my parents if maybe you could come over for a week or two? It'd be fun! Not as boring as this summer has been. I can show you around and show you what I did before I found out I was a witch. Please?

Unless you're having a ball back home. Then I wouldn't take you from there. All the degnoming must be a blast.

-Hermione.

As soon as she rolled up her letter, she found Pig bouncing back over and sticking out her leg. Hermione couldn't help but laugh as she tied the letter back to her leg, about to go get her an owl treat until she took off without one. Hermione shrugged as she got back into her bed, as originally planned, and felt herself drift into a sleep.

Until a couple hours later she was awoken by another tapping. She opened the window again to find Pig, almost as excited as before. She once again took the letter and opened it back up, surprised to see Ron was answering so quick. Especially this late.

You woke me up, I hope you're happy. I had a big dinner too, so I was especially tired.

Anyways, Ask your parents and get back to me.

-Ron.

She found a couple things amusing. One, he didn't even address it to her. Two, he always had a big dinner. And the fact he obliged to her offer made her smile. She didn't even need to ask her parents, they would say yes. She started writing as soon as she grabbed her quill, quite tired herself.

You woke me up as well, so it's payback I suppose.

They'll say yes, so start packing. I know how you are. How about Friday?

You can travel by Floo around 12. That means you have to wake up while the suns still shining, Ronald.

Can't wait!

-Hermione.

Her summer just got better as Pig let her tie the letter and burst back out the window as Hermione climbed into bed. The thought of her best friend coming over for a week or two excited her. Letting her teach him about everything she did, all the muggle stuff that she possibly could. She knew he acted as if he wasn't interested. But she knew he'd be quite amazed by some things. How'd she knew? Because she knew Ron. Now all she had to do was ask her parents. Which she already considered done.

I'm so horrible, I have a billion stories going at one time. But I had to write this, I've been wanting to. Review please !

Oh, and I know some people think Hermione and Ron flirting is all that 'miss you' stuff. But I like to think of stuff like this that makes them miss each other, it's harmless and barely known as flirting. But to me it makes sense. But anyways, yes, review !