Summery: Ron Weasley, now eighteen, decides to compose a letter to Hermione Granger.
A/N: Whoo. I prolly stole this idea from someone. And for that, I am sorry. I made a reference to the movie, though! And for that, I am also sorry. x.X But I do NOT own Harry Potter, yadayadayada, now read on!
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Dearest Hermione,
Hello, Hermione. Remember me? Well, I guess you would, wouldn't you? We were friends, you know. The best of.
There was an odd routine to our friendship. Don't you remember? We'd be in trouble. I'd try to be the hero, to come and save you. But you'd end up, for the most part, saving me. I never really said thanks, you know. Never. Once.
Ginny gave me your adress. She told me you've been writing her. Why haven't you been writing me? Really, it's kind of silly, considering your and Ginny's friendship paled in comparision to what we had. We were like brother and sister. Or maybe a bit more. We were like...what's that silly, sentimental word?...soulmates. Exactly like that. It had something to do, I think, with that time when we both said the same thing at the same time. We used to do that alot.
Don't you remember? Because I sure do. I savour every moment, too.
You're probably really surprised to read this, Hermione, but the only time I was ever really mad at you was when you came and told me that you had a crush on Harry. Why Harry? He wasn't any better than me. He hadn't even known that you were a girl since fifth year, though you always thought he and Neville were the only ones who knew the truth. It was silly to think that, Hermione, so silly. How could anyone not notice you? You're perfect, you know. You're perfect.
You're probably blushing as you read this. I know you too well, just as you know me that well.
Remember all those adventures we had, Hermione? I'm sure you do. They were lovely, weren't they? But I still maintain you needed to sort out your priorities. You never had fun. You always needed to have fun, Hermione. Maybe you would've let yourself realise how perfect you are, not just in school, either. I could go on all day talking about how beautiful you were back then. Just like in those silly romance novels that you and Ginny used to read. Remember those? They always made Harry and I crack up because they were filled to the brim with so much fake, sappy ideas about love. I guess I sort of know what they mean.
Remember that time when they said you were dead? I never believed you were dead, Hermione, not even once. Harry didn't, either. But you should've seen Ginny. She was sobbing up a storm, and Harry was the one who comforted her. In case you didn't know, Ginny and Harry have been married for awhile. It surprised me, because I used to joke with Harry about how much of a hopeless fan she was. I guess he saw something more in her.
And anyway, I knew you weren't dead, Hermione. They lied to me. They lied to me so horribly, that I'll never forgive them. How could they say that the Death Eaters had tortured you? How? They didn't even know for sure. How could they say that you'd been placed under something worse than Avada Kedavra? How?
But Harry and I went to save you, Hermione. You knew we would, I think. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, Hermione. Those stupid Death Eaters. I'll make sure they pay for what they've done to you. They made Harry the king of your heart once again when he saved you. But I know I'll always be your knight, even though it is not as good as a king, but still just as heroic. I know it.
Hermione, please write back. It's hell here without you. How come I've gotten all of those letters I've sent back? Return owl post. So, I'm sending this via muggle mail. You didn't get the letters, I don't think. I hope this one makes it through, though. I hope with all my heart, Hermione. And it hurts.
-Love,
Ronald Arthur Weasley