Opening Author's Note: So I enjoyed writing my previous story, 'Oi Hermione', and upon re-reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for the sixth time or so, a certain line caught my eye. This inspired an idea- write a bunch of 'missing moments' from tiny moments throughout the third book. To continue this though, I will need reviews. If you all don't care for it, I won't waste your time or my time.

Disclaimer: All characters, quotes, etc. are retained by Ms J.K. Rowling and her affiliates. I do not own anything other than the idea of.

Background: This takes place over the summer after second year at Hermione's house. This is what inspired the story:
"Ron obviously realised that he'd gotten Harry into trouble, because he hadn't called again. Harry's other best friend from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger, hadn't been in touch either. Harry suspected that Ron had warned Hermione not to call, which was a pity, because Hermione, the cleverest witch in Harry's year, had Muggle parents, knew perfectly well how to use a telephone, and would probably have had enough sense not to say that she went to Hogwarts."
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, US Edition, pp 4-5

Fellytone

Hermione Granger sat in her family's downstairs study looking over her Charms essay, lip caught in between her teeth as she contemplated shortening her essay. It was currently one roll of parchment more than Professor Flitwick had requested but she wasn't quite sure where what to remove from what she considered a solidly-written essay.

In the background, she could hear her house phone ring briefly before being answered by one of her parents. After a moment of silence, she heard her mother call to her.

"Hermione? It's for you love!"

Standing up, Hermione carefully put her lid back onto her ink bottle and set her quill aside so as to not smudge her essay before walking into the sitting room where her mother and father were relaxing.

"Who is it?" she asked as she approached her mother in curiosity. She didn't have any friends other than her two best friends at Hogwarts and they surely wouldn't be contacting her in such a Muggle-fashion would they?

"It's your friend Ron Weasley," her mother replied with a teasing smile.

Hermione felt her face warm slightly at this. Her parents had taken the Mickey out of her since she had first come home for winter holiday during her first year and informed them she had made friends. The fact that her two best friends were both boys had resulted in a teasing that seemed to increase every time they saw her on holidays.

"He's just my friend Mum," she reminded her despite a pinkish-tinge to her cheeks.

"Ron?" her father asked as he looked up from his newspaper. "The red-haired one she always dedicates half of her letters home to?"

"Dad!"

"Yes dear. You remember his parents, Molly and Arther? We met them in the book store last year before the start of term. He was the one she was too nervous to hug."

"Mum!" she cried in embarrassment as he parents continued to discuss her relationship with Ron as if she wasn't there.

"Oh yes! The tall, gangly one that was making her giggle while we waited for her other friend to arrive? The one with the black hair, scar, and glasses?"

"Yes, that's Harry."

"I'm going to take my phone call now!" she called over her parents as she rushed out of the room to take the call in the kitchen, away from her parents.

Looking back at the sitting room with a roll of her eyes but still with a slight colour to her cheeks, she picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hermione?" asked the voice from the other side.

"Ron! How are you? I wasn't expecting to hear from you this way!" she said in excitement.

"Well, after I sort of failed to use this fellytone to contact Harry, I thought I could probably do with some practise," he replied with a laugh. "By the way, I wouldn't reccomend contacting him. I don't think his uncle fancies having any more of his friends giving them a ring..."

"It's a 'telephone' Ronald," she replied with an amused sigh. "What exactly do you mean when you say you failed to contact Harry? Did you dial the wrong number?"

"Err... No, that wasn't the problem exactly. I – err... wasn't aware that this... telephone-thing made your voice just as loud as you're speaking, regardless of how far away the other person is..."

As she put together Ron's slight rambling, she giggled slightly before asking in amusement, "You didn't shout through the phone did you?"

"I didn't know his uncle could hear me normally all the way in Surrey!" he said defensively.

"You didn't!" she laughed.

"I didn't know!" Ron repeated in embarrassment. Hermione could almost see the colour his ears must be burning as he muttered, "Bloody fellytone ("Language Ronald!")... Dad's right though. We don't give Muggles enough credit for how they manage without magic."

"Oh Ron," she said with another uncharacteristic giggle. "I missed you."

Her eyes widened suddenly at the realisation of what she had just said before quickly adding, "You and Harry. I missed you and Harry."

"I've missed you too – I mean, we all have missed you... Ginny, Fred, George, Percy," he said hurriedly, causing Hermione to smile at his mutual attempt to cover himself.

Hermione moved to switch the phone to her other ear but realised she couldn't. Looking down, she snorted quietly at her own lack of attention. Without even realising it, she had somehow wrapped the phone's cord around her hand as she had unconsciously twisted it in her fingers. Looking up again, she blushed deeply as she caught her mother briefly poke her head into the kitchen with a rather blatant smirk on her face. Before she could tell her mother off, Ron spoke again.

"Hey, I'll need to go Hermione. My mum wants me to de-gnome the garden again," he said in annoyance.

"Oh okay."

"But before I go, Mum and Dad were planning on going to Diagon Alley the last week before term to get all of our school stuff. Any chance of meeting you there?" he asked with sounded like a hint of eagerness.

"Yes, that sounds lovely!" she replied with a smile. "I'll but I'm sure my mother and father would be fine with that."

"Brilliant. I'll owl you back soon. Bye."

"You had better!" she said with a grin before saying good bye as well.

Hanging up the phone and knowing what was waiting for her in the next room, Hermione composed her face into what she hoped was a look of indifference and walked back into the sitting room. Upon entering, her father looked over the top of his newspaper and mother lowered her cup of tea from her mouth.

"So," her father asked innocently. "How's Ron?" Her mother didn't even attempt to hide her cheeky grin.

Hermione rolled her eyes and walked passed her parents in the most indignant way she could in silence to continue her Charms essay. Attempting to silence her parents with an audible exasperated sigh and firmly shutting the door to the study, however, did nothing to stop her mother and father from breaking out into laugher together.

Closing Author's Note: Thoughts? I have a couple of other ideas planned and one partially written but if this wasn't that good, I don't need to upload. Let me hear your thoughts and I'm always open for some constructive criticism.

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