Unfortunatly, I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. These all belong to J.K Rowling. But, anyway, please enjoy the story.

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Hermione was sitting at her desk, trying to think of what classes to take this year. She bit her lip. She loved them all, it was a difficult decision... She decided to call Ron.

Ring... ring...

"Hello?"

"Hey, Ron." Hermione smiled. "I was just wondering-"

"GET OFF THAT PHONE!" Hermione heard someone scream in the backround.

"Ron? Who was that?" Hermione asked.

Ron sighed. "Don't worry about it. I have to go, I'm grounded."

"Sorry, I got you in trouble, " Hermione said.

"Its okay, I-"
"RONALD WEASLEY!"

"I'll let you go," Hermione sighed.

"Sorry," Ron said.

She hung up.

That was his excuse everytime! I have to go, I'm grounded... RONALD WEASLEY!! It just didn't make any sense... should she try to call Harry. What would he do? Was Ron in trouble? Should she help him? No, Ron is fine... he can take care of himself, Hermione said to herself.

"Hermione!" A call was heard from downstairs.

"Yeah?" She called back.

"Dinner!"

Hermione sighed and walked out her bedroom door. She walked down the stairs and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Have you chose your classes yet?" Her mother asked.

Hermione shook her head.

"Oh?" Her mother, Debbie, said shocked.

"Mom, I just don't know what to choose... I love them all!" Hermione said.

Debbie shrugged. The table was all set up. And they ate in silence. Hermione's father died. It was You-know-who's fault... it was actually a long, stupid story that isn't necessery to tell.

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"We should go shopping for your supplies tomorrow, how would you like that?" Debbie asked after supper.

"Sure," Hermione said.

After washing the dishes, Hermione went back to her bedroom. She had nothing else to do, or to say, so, she went to sleep.

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Hermione tried calling Ron again in the morning to see if he could talk; and if he wasn't still grounded.

"Hey," Hermione said when he answered the phone.

"Hi."

"Are you able to talk?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know," Ron sighed.

Hermione bit her lip. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"Did I wake you?"

"No."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

Hermione sighed. What was a good way to start a conversation?

"Have you gotton your school supplies?" Hermione asked him.

Ron sighed. "No. I can't leave the house..."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Can't tell you," He said.

"Please, tell me? I promise I won't tell anybody! I tell you my problems!" Hermione said.

"Alright, if I tell you do you promise not to tell anyone? Not even Harry?" Ron asked.

"I promise," Hermione said.

"My mom won't let me go to Hogwarts this year. I can't see you, or Harry, or anyone ever again... she won't let me." Ron said.