Dear Hermione,

I wrote this because the past year or so of my life have been sleepless nights and tourmented days. I am always thinking of you; How as we were children you hand would be up straight away in class almost hitting me straight in the face (even though that's probably exactly what you want to do to me now), How you looked like waking up next to me in the morning your hair all a mess, the sound of your voice. Everytime I hear a noise I hope it's you coming back to me. I think of how I miss your arms around me. Warming me up no matter what.

I remember when you use to hold me I can still feel the ghost of your cradle. How I kissed you in the mist of the battle, the blood and dust on your lips how we forgot everything going on around us.

I asked to much of you, of course. I wanted you to love me make me feel special and you did but I reuined it.

I couldn't fight to save myself but it didn't matter because you did; for me, you kept me going, you helped me find my way back. It wasn't really surprising that you left I understand I was holding you back, to absorbed to notice.

Do you think of me? Dream of me? Do you ever wake up and think "Ron…" before realising that it's someone else next to you not me? Does he make you happy? Really happy? Does he know that you prefer hot chocolate to tea but you drink tea so you can seem more grown up? Does he know that you hate orange juice with bits in? Do you have little debates like we did even though you were always right? Do you sometimes fight with him and end up kissing? Sometimes I did that, to feel you in my arms your lips on mine.

I love you Hermione. Please come back, please. I've stopped being self-absorbed and stupid. You're the best thing that could ever happen to me and you always will be. I can't make up for all the bad things I've done, but with you I could just forget, we could just forget. Because I love you. I realise I have realalised to late but please cone back please. Never has anyone ever made me feel so much. I love you hermione and I always will so please; please.

Yours always Ron.

Hermione finished the letter gulped, then grabbed the floo powder. He would just have to understand, its Ron. She would always love Ron.