A/N: Mind you, I started this story in '05 cringes. Bear with me, he is still a baby in this fic. heh So sorry but I don't want to make him older. I love ickle young Ron.

Ron's Summer

Chapter 1: Letters and Waiting

He lay there half asleep in his bed, listening to the sound of rain hitting the roof and, also hearing the occasional sounds of pipes and the ghoul upstairs. He pulled down the covers from his head and stared at the ceiling. "When will that bloody ghoul shut his yap and let me sleep?" Ronald Weasley pushed the covers aside and sat up in his bed. He stood up and walked over to the window. It was still night. The 15 year old red head closed the curtains and walked over to a cage beside his bed. He peered into it and stared at the tiny grey minute owl he called "Pig". It looked like a furry golf ball that was moving softly at the moment. Ron yawned and sat on the corner of his bed. He started wondering how Harry was doing at the Dursley's. He shook his head; of course he knew how Harry was, horrible in that miserable house with those horrible muggles.

"Poor Harry, he must be dying to get back to Hogwarts just to get away from the Dursley's...I know, I'll write him a letter asking if he can come here for the rest of the summer again!"

He jumped up and walked over to the tiny table besides Pigs cage. He rustled around and found a quill and a blank piece of parchment. He sat back down and began scribbling. He stopped to think a few times and scribbled some more. Finally when he was done, he read his letter to himself.

Dear Harry,


How are you doing with the muggles? Hope they haven't been to beastly to you. Then again, they are the Dursley's. Well, I hope you've made good use to the stuff I sent to you over the beginning of the summer. Like the new "Professional Quidditch Moves" Book I got you? It even has the "Wronksi Feint" in it! Anyway I was wondering if you wanted to stay over my house for the rest of the summer, just like last year! I know it'd be great, and the muggles have to agree, since they were so keen to let you go last time. I might invite Hermione too.

Oh yea, if you come, I really need your advice on something. Well, hope you can make it. Ask that nutter family of yours if you can come ok? Hopefully I'll see you soon

From, Ron.

As he finished reading, he set the parchment down. He went back to the table and looked for another piece of parchment, for Hermione's letter. He found one under one of his school books and loaded up his quill once more. He started writing and then stopped. Ron stared around the room then back at the letter, he sighed and finished writing. At last he finished it and read it to himself.

Dear Hermione,


Hey there. I hope your having a nice summer so far. Well, I'll get straight to the point. I want to know if you'd like to stay over my house for the rest of the summer. I've already asked Harry, and I'm almost positive that he'll be able to come. Those Dursley's will be glad to get him out; I'd never want family like that. So I guess if you both do come, we can arrive at the school together. Hope you can come. See you!


From, Ron.

Ron bit his lip as he set the parchment down. He tapped the quill against his knee. He wondered if he wrote enough, and if he wrote the letter properly. He wanted to make sure it wasn't rushed. He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged.

"Well...I guess it doesn't have to be perfect...even if it is for Hermione…hope she comes."

It seems over the summer, Ron had been disturbed by a tiny thing, silly really, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. He kept remembering how angry he felt when the Yule ball had arrived last year at Hogwarts, and how he felt when he saw Hermione with Krum. That day, at that moment, he felt a huge surge of jealousy come over him. So he just ignored the two. When he had the argument that night with Hermione, he went into his dormitory straight after and almost broke his miniature Krum figurine into pieces.

Ron shook his head and walked over to Pigs cage. He tapped the cage lightly, waking the snoozing owl. It hooted softly and ruffled its feathers.

"Sorry to wake you Pig, but I've got a letter to send to Harry and Hermione, think you can handle it?" he asked.

The owl hooted and tapped the bars with its beak. Ron opened the cage and took the owl out. He handed it the two letters and walked over to the window. He noticed the rain had died down to a very light drizzle. He nodded to himself, Pig would make it. He lifted his hand and opened the window, letting Pig fly off. It wiggled slightly but picked up speed and flew off. Ron closed the window again and, walked over to his bed, lifting the covers and climbing in. He turned on his side and let himself drift off into sleep.

Next Morning

Ron rubbed his eyes and yelped as he began to get pecked at by Pig. He covered his head with his arms and tried to push the owl away so he could stand. He stuck out one arm and grabbed the minute owl. It hooted softly as it pocked out its head from Ron's fist.

"Pig, you don't have to go and wake me up by pecking me to death!" he shouted angrily while Pig just stared at him innocently.

He set the owl back in its cage and turned towards the table to see two letters. He picked them up and flipped them over, both baring his name, one letter in Hermione's script and, the other in Harry's. He tore open Harry's first and, sat down while reading aloud,

"Dear Ron,


My summer isn't the best...as usual. Then again, I don't expect for the muggles to be any nicer to me. Staying over your place was a great idea, so I asked them. It did take them some thinking, after a second or so, they said ok! I bet they're happy to get rid of me once more huh? Oh yea, why do you need my advice for anything? What happened? You better tell me when I get there! See you soon.


From Harry"

Ron laughed as he placed Harry's letter aside. He picked up the one from Hermione. He studied her script carefully, marveling at how she wrote his name. He slapped his head and shook it. Come on Ron, your acting like a school girl over this! He shook his head once more and opened Hermione's letter. As he unfolded it, he took a deep breath and read.

"Dear Ron,


Hello there. How was your summer so far? I hope you're having fun. I stayed at home mostly, surprisingly I didn't want to go anywhere for vacation. My parents just left to Paris yesterday, I told them about your letter before they left. They said I can go. Say Ron, this has been bugging me all the time after we left Hogwarts. Don't ask me why but, why were you so mad at me at the Yule Ball? It was nerve wrecking you know, to have one of your friends away from you, I'm sure you know the feeling since you and Harry tried that once. I'm serious though, that's why I yelled at you after the Ball, I couldn't understand what got you so angry. When I get over to your house, you will tell me wont you? Well, see you then.


From Hermione"

Ron stared blankly at the letter. Hermione felt bad about yelling at him? She never did, she always just left it aside. Ron placed the letter down and opened the window to let in some air. He needed it. He stuck his head out and looked around the back. Fred and George were hovering on their new brooms throwing a ball to each other. Ron looked around for Ginny; she was no where in sight. He lowered his head back in the room and walked out.

He walked over to Ginny's room and knocked on it. No answer. Again he knocked, still no answer. He looked around the hall.

"Ginny? Ginny! Where did you go?" he yelled around the hall, hoping for a red-headed sister to magically pop out of one of the doors.

He heard a noise downstairs, then footsteps approaching the stairway at the end of the hall.

"I'm down here in the living room!" he heard his sister's voice shout up to him.

Ron went down the steps, past the kitchen and to the living room. Ginny sitting was on the large arm chair by the unlit fireplace reading a book. Ginny was 14 now, she wasn't the shy little girl she used to be anymore. Actually, she had matured a lot over the summer and had changed physically as well. She let her hair grow out long, and her smile had brightened. She also had a slight tan from playing Quidditch with the twins in the backyard. She did still have feelings for Harry though, that had not changed in the least. Ginny turned to Ron as he sat on a chair beside her. She looked at him with a look of curiosity.

"Well, why did you call me?" She asked while she shut her book and stared at her brother.

Ron placed his face in his hands and muttered something inaudible. Ginny lifted an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

Ron said it slightly louder, but she still didn't catch it.

"What? Honestly Ron, take your face away from your hands and just bloody tell me!" she shouted with growing irritation.

Ron slowly lifted his head, his ears had gone the color of radishes.

"I…I like Hermione...a lot."

Ginny paused for a few seconds and then suddenly burst into giggles. She put her book on the floor and finished laughing.

"Of course you do! Don't you think I've known that? Helloooo...I am a girl; I can sense things like that! But, why are you telling me this, shouldn't you be telling this to the person that matters?"

Ron walked over to the tiny table next to the couch and took a chocolate frog from the tiny cabinet hanging on the wall. He sat back down and twiddled the candy in his hands nervous.

"I'm telling you this, because you're a girl, and I'm planning to tell her when she comes. I'm also telling Harry, he might be of some help. But anyway I-"

Ginny jumped up suddenly as if someone lit her chair on fire.

"Harry? He's coming for the summer again? YES! I…I mean, that's great, lovely, go on talking Ron, sorry." She said quickly, an odd smile plastered on her face.

Ron stared at her weirdly. He shook his head and went on.

"Well, I figured that I should tell her, I couldn't hold it in anymore I guess. Remember the Yule ball? When I saw her and Krum, I stormed up to the dormitory and I-I tore that stupid figurine of him into pieces Ginny…I really did!" he said, sounding slightly hysterical as he mimed tearing something apart.

Ginny just laughed and grabbed a chocolate frog for herself. She opened it, ate the frog and stared at the card. She threw it to Ron.

"Here you have it; I don't want it, I've gotten Helga Hufflepuff again." She said trying to ease him away from the subject.

Ron caught it, opened his own frog and took out the card which turned out to be Merlin. Sighing, he got up and began walking towards the kitchen.

"Thanks Ginny!" he called without turning back.

He ran towards the back door, opened it and stepped out onto the grass. He saw his father mending a muggle car, his trouser clad legs sticking out from under the front bumper. Ron ran towards him.

"Oy, Dad! Dad! Can I ask you a favor?"

Arthur Weasley pulled himself out from his project and looked up at his son who was running towards him. The balding man smiled and mopped his sweaty face with a rag.

"What's the matter Ron, what did you need?" he asked when the lanky boy reached him.

Ron had to catch his breath, but managed to say what he had to.

"Dad, Hermione and Harry are supposed to be coming over and that's all fine and well but, how are we going to pick them up, I mean it's not like they can just saunter on up here by themselves?"

Mr.Weasley nodded along as his son spoke. He turned towards the car while beaming like he was Father Christmas and pointed to it as if it were another one of his children. Ron lifted his eyebrow in suspicion and just gawked at the thing.

"That? Why are you pointing at it all cheery? What about it?" Ron asked in confusion.

Mr.Weasley dropped his still pointing hand and put the arm around Ron, bringing his son closer to him. Lowering his voice and staring around the yard carefully, he started whispering.

"Well, the money your brothers had mysteriously managed to save up some how, went and got them those two new brooms, they had some money left over. So, I convinced your mother and the ministry to provide us with another enchanted car!" he said with glee.

This prompted Ron to throw his father a look of doubt, which made Arthur wave his hand around to avoid the subject.

"Oh now really Ronald, this time I know what I'm doing. So, this is how we will pick up Harry and Hermione, without having those blasted muggles charging at me through their bloody fireplace again!"

Ron stood there amazed. He smiled at his father and looked at the car. It was a sleek, shiny, classic Ford Taunus; almost like the Ford Anglia they had previously acquired. This one was a nice dark forest green and it looked so muggle-like, he could've fooled anyone. He admired the car for a minute or so before he snapped back into reality.

"Say Dad, what time should we pick them up?"

Mr.Weasley shrugged nonchalantly and walked over to the twins whom he spotted. Ron followed his father, suddenly getting an idea.

"Can we pick them up now Dad; I mean I'm sure they wouldn't mind." He asked rather impatiently.

Mr.Weasley sighed as he looked at Ron but finally nodded. He was about to turn to the twins hovering in the air but suddenly stopped and looked back at Ron.

"You have to stay here Ron, if those muggles do decide to get a bit...well out of hand; I don't want you to get hurt."

Ron protested, but stopped as his father held up a hand.

"That's my final decision, now, if you mind; I'll have to leave now in order to avoid being seen. I'll see you when I'm back then and, tell your brothers not to pester your mother while I'm gone!"

Ron watched as his father got into the car, started the engine and drove off. As the car got to the end of the dirt drive way it started to rise up into the air.

Ron grumbled about something being "completely unfair" and started walking back towards the burrows back entrance. He ducked his head as George was flying towards him cackling.

"Cripes, watch where you're going George!" Ron yelled up at his brother and continued walking until he went inside.

He strode swiftly through the kitchen and not stopping, went through the front door. He wanted to be alone. Just for that moment. He was tired, happy, and hot all at once. While he sat on the front steps he pulled out his wand and started doing some minor spells, pointing at things here and there.

"Engorgio!"

He pointed at a bird flying by, trying to enlarge it. The spell missed the bird by an inch, bounced off of a tree and hit the grass beside him. He saw something growing; he couldn't make it out until he saw its shape. Ron let out a loud shriek and backed up all the way to the door. He had accidentally hit a spider, which was growing the size of a golf ball, to a baseball, a bowling ball, and getting bigger by the second. Ron stood shaking and, pointed his wand at the arachnid and had somehow managed to yell "Reducio", sending the spider back to its normal size.

After cursing and hexing a few lawn items here and there, and making sure to be careful as not to enlarge another spider. (Ron shook at the thought); he slipped his wand in his pocket and took a glance at his watch. His father had been gone for about almost half an hour. Ron frowned; he didn't know why they couldn't just use the floo powder once more. Besides if the muggles did decide to go out of their minds once more, it would've been nothing a good jinx wouldn't fix up. Ron laughed to himself while thinking of what Dudley would look like, flailing his arms as he tried to stay standing upright, as his legs were locked together by the use of a leg locker curse.

"Well, I can dream cant I?" he said while smiling.

Ron chuckled to himself as he walked back into the house. He shut the door behind him and walked inside the kitchen. He opened the icebox and pulled out the pitcher of lemonade. As he poured himself a glass he stared out the window. He thought about Harry and Hermione and how it would be when they got there. He missed them a lot and he knew it. Even though he told Ginny that he didn't, he did miss Hermione the most. His ears turned pink at the thought of her and he chugged down his lemonade trying to rid himself of his embarrassment.

"Bloody hell this is going to be harder than I thought." He mumbled to himself.