Letters from Ashes

I walked along the burned grounds of, what used to be, Hogwarts. The humid air was still thick with the black smoke that twisted and curled in the sky, looking quite sinister. Just another reminder of the events that took place. I passed where the Gryffindor towers used to stand tall and a wave of sadness rushed over me. Tears flooded my eyes as I watched the dark smoke curl from the burned out ashes.

I could see families all around me; crying together, holding each other, mourning the dead, cherishing the living. I walked along a little faster, not wanting to interrupt their special moments. As I passed by the ash-covered quidditch field, a tiny piece of paper in an envelope fluttered along the ground from the ashes. It hopped away, being blown by the mild breeze.

Curious as to why this letter was still intact and not burned with the rest of the things, I chased it and picked it up into my hand. The name scrawled across the top surprised me to say the least- Hermione Granger.

I slowly tore open the envelope and unfolded the fragile paper in my hands.

Dear Hermione,

I know you must think I'm a right prat for dating Lavender, but I truly am sorry. The only reason I'm dating her is to make you jealous. I never thought you would actually go to lengths of ignoring me! It feels horrible not hearing you talk to me. I would be so happy just to hear you yell or lecture me! Anything to hear your voice.

I'm not very good at these kinds of things. I always get too embarrassed to say anything to you. Bloody hell, there's probably no chance that I'll even have the stones to give this to you! And even if I did, nothing says you would take it, considering you're not speaking to me.

But I'll just say it. Hermione, I think I'm falling in love with you. You always talk about how much you hate your hair and how you're "not as pretty as the other girls", but you obviously don't see what I see.

You're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

And you're wrong about not being as pretty as the other girls. You're prettier. Plus I don't want those other girls. I just want you.

If I do muck up the courage to give this to you, you're probably going to laugh in my face. So, if you're reading this, I'm sorry for making things awkward. I just couldn't go another day without telling you.

All my love,

Ron.

I smiled slightly and held the letter close. Taking a deep breath, I began walking towards the dining hall where Ron was. I smiled wider and practiced what I was going to say to him.

"I think I'm falling in love with you too, Ron."


Well, there you have it! Just a little drabble I thought of. I have school in the morning and have to wake up at 6:30, but I had a writing itch and couldn't sleep! Review please(: I really appreciate reviews! Oh, and I'll be adding to this, making it a series of one shots.