~Chapter one -Finally~

On a nice, warm summer's day, a lone frizzy haired girl was laying on her neatly made bed looking at the ceiling, not really thinking about anything. It all seemed like a normal day to for a normal girl, but alas it wasn't. You see, this girl was actually a witch named Hermione, but she wasn't just any witch, she was often said to be the smartest girl in her year at her school, which she had missed dearly since school let out for the summer.

Sitting up, Hermione's eye's drifted to the window showing her the clear sky without a single cloud in it, and the rest of the suburbs where she lived in. From there her eyes drifted to the large pile of school books and got her to thinking of how wonderful it would be to be at Hogwarts again. She missed the familiar hallways that she has walked down so many times, the library and all of it's books and, of course, the endless amounts of work that they will get from all of their teachers every day. But the thing she probably missed the most was her friends, Harry and Ron. She missed how they would eat and talk together. She missed watching Harry play Quidditch on the field, especially on those cold November days where she had to snuggle up close to Ron so that she didn't catch a cold, and that reminded her of the thing she missed the most. She missed Ron.

Sighing, Hermione tried not to think about her unrequited love with the Weasley boy, which was insanely hard for her since she had been thinking about him a lot for a long time now. It was her third year at Hogwarts when she realized that the feelings she had for Ron was more than her hatred for his idiot actions that he always seemed to be making. It was then she realized she hated them so much because it worried her about him, in a way that was different than that of a worried sibling or mother.

Shaking her head, Hermione laid back down on her bed and closed her eyes hoping that the memories would be enough to form an imaginative version of Hogwarts, when she heard a tapping on the window. Outside her window was perched three owls, all of which having letters tied to their ankles. One of these owls was Harry's Hedwig, probably carrying information about his summer and how terrible his aunt and uncle were to him. The second owl was Ron's Pigwidgeon, probably with a letter saying where they should meet up to catch the train so they could all ride together. Along with the other two owls was another owl, this one a beautiful barn owl that she assumed was from Hogwarts containing her ticket for the train, which for some reason they had left out of her first letter with her supplies (which really freaked her out thinking they had not accepted her for her final term). Quickly she removed the letters from all of the owls, so they could rest a bit. "You guys must be thirsty," Hermione said with a smile as she went down to the kitchen to get them all some water.

A couple minutes later, when she returned with three sloshing bowls of water which she had been careful not to spill, she reentered the room where she saw that the Hogwarts owl had already left. "Oh well," Hermione sighed as she placed down two of the bowls for her friends owls to drink, and gracefully emptied out the third bowl she carried upstairs into the flower box that she had just out her window.

Looking at the letter's she quickly tried to figure out which one that she should open first, finally deciding on Harry's letter, so that she could get through the other letters first, and then read Ron's. Opening up the letter Hermione read:

Hermione,

Hope you are having a better summer than I am having. Vernon and Petunia have already shoved me in my room for the rest of the summer hopping I won't go to Hogwarts this year to learn more hobble-gobble, but it is to late because the Weasley's are going to pick me up any time now to get all of my supplies before we have to catch the train next week. Hope you are reading this before reading Ron's because I want you to be sane when you reply to my letter. Also a word of advice, when you do read his letter, I just want you to remember to breathe and write back to him quickly! Hope I'm going to see you soon, and if not I'll see you on the train Miss you terribly.

Sincerely yours,

Harry

Hermione put down Harry's letter slowly as she started to think to herself, a little confusedly, I wonder what kind of surprise is waiting for me in there that would make me stop breathing? Maybe he finally found a girlfriend who can put up with his moronic nature. Or maybe he is asking me out…yeah right! Get yourself together Hermione! He would never be into you... no one ever picks the smart, slightly frumpy girl. Shaking her head, now a little sad, she picked up Ron's letter and read, slowly so that she could prolong the wait before the pain struck her.

'Mione

I am writing this before we go to pick up Harry from his house so this letter so don't worry you will see him again this year. But that isn't really the reason that I'm writing you. The real reason is because of something that really bugs me about you. The way that you always call me an idiot, moron and an archaic beast is just so… Do you remember how we were fighting during the Triwizard tournament our fourth year? Well to be honest I kinda liked it. Not in a way that makes me seem like a masochistic freak, cause trust me I'm not into that kinda stuff. I mean…er… ever since that time I realized how I really felt about you and how I really feel is that I hate you. No! I don't hate you! The fact is every time that you make me pissed off at you it makes me feel like I just want to shut up and kiss you….well that's it really. What it all comes down to that I have liked you since our fourth year and I was really hopping that you would like to go out with me. If not it's cool. I understand. Please write back soon.

Your man (hopefully),

Ron

The whole world seemed to stop there, leaving Hermione feeling light headed as if she just stood up to soon after waking up from a nap. She felt like she was walking on air and that in a second she would burst into song like in one of those musicals she saw on T.V. She felt so…different, so out of her normal character. This can't be happening, Hermione said as she read his letter again…and again. She even tried pinching herself to make sure this wasn't a dream, but it wasn't. She finally couldn't contain herself, she was ready to burst like a water balloon and shoot rainbows of happiness everywhere. Giving off a little squeak she happily danced over to her desk took out her pin and scrawled down a quick yes on a pad of paper, and ran over to Pig to make him return it to his master.

"Oh Pig give me a hug," She said and, forgetting that it was an owl since she was so happy and needed to express it somehow, scooped him up and gave him the biggest hug. She must have been suffocating it because it was clawing and pecking like mad and all that she was left with was welts and scratches all over her neck and face. It was then she realized she was hugging an owl and got a grip of herself. She then, now just grinning like an idiot, tied the letter to Pig's leg and let it fly out the window, which it did so quickly hoping to escape another glomp from the crazy woman he had just delievered a letter to.

Feeling so happy, and completely forgetting that she had to write Harry back too, Hermione sat on her bed and sighed happily, and said, almost disbelievingly, "I am finally going out with Ronald Weasley!" Smiling, she started to scream it again and again hoping this feeling would never end.

Little did she know that this year would change her life forever.

A/N: Here you go, I finally edited the first chapter of Hermione's Choice. Looks pretty damn good right? Well, onto chapter 2 editing! (and also writing chapter 18)

Black out!

Connor A. Lupin ;D