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Summary: POST DH. 5 Years after the battle, Hermione feels that her life is all planned out lately. She blocked everyone out and spent nearly a month in her room. Why does is she so scared of growing up? R/HR

A/N: The idea for this fanfic is the plot in the movie The Last Kiss. It's not exactly the same thing, but that's what Hermione's feeling in the fic. Please leave reviews if you want me to continue and I'll try! If you don't like it, leave constructive criticism. I'm the type that likes to hear how I should improve. Enjoy!

Growing Up
Chapter One: The Letters

Hermione sat on her bed, placed at the edge of her room. It had been nearly five years since the war ended. Five years since she spent the entire summer at the Burrow with Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Ron's family.

She cleared her throat and she stared painfully at the letter on the ground. Hermione had read it nearly a dozen times, still, she wasn't sure how to exactly respond, or if she even should.

Hermione,

We all miss you. I want to know why you haven't been talking to us or even written us back in a while. Ron's a mess lately. If you're not going to write me back, please just write Ron.

--Ginny

The truth was, Hermione felt scared. She felt everything was planned out... Every day was exactly the same, yet she didn't know why. Ron wanted to get married to Hermione, and as perfect as Ron was, she wasn't ready to grow up completely. Ron knew that if he ever wanted to get married, Hermione was the perfect girl to grow up with. Hermione thought the same about Ron, yet she was scared.

What was so weird about her was that she expected that type of thing more from Ron than herself. Ron is usually the immature one, right?

Hermione didn't even know why she was blocking everyone out. She was barely even talking to her own parents, but talking just enough so they wouldn't ask questions. She was even surprising herself by ignoring Ron's letters. Usually, when she was upset, she'd go to Ron. But this time was completely different.

Hermione stood up, and walked over to her desk, which had another old letter folded neatly, in which this letter also had no response. She unfolded it, and her eyes glanced back and forth as she reread another letter.

Hermione,

I haven't heard from you in a while. The last time we talked I asked you to marry me... Is the answer still yes? I wish you would answer us... Blimey, It's almost been two months. Just write me back...

-Ron

P.S. I want you to stay with me at the Burrow sometime this summer... So just write me back, okay?

Hermione's eyes were filling with tears. Why was she doing this? To her boyfriend, to her best friends, to herself...

She grabbed a piece of parchment in her desk drawer, a quill, and ink, and sat down at her desk and began to write.

Ron,

I'm terribly sorry I haven't been answering you, and same for Harry and Ginny. Tell them I'm sorry? I would love to visit the Burrow, and tell you why exactly I haven't been in touch... So write me back and we'll set a date.

The answer is still yes, as far as I know.

I love you,

Hermione

With that, she sent the letter. She walked back to her bed and laid down, and drifted off into sleep...