Disclaimer: I don't any of JK Rowlings ideas, just this story. She's the real brains and my reason to live!!

The sound of the rain against the window pane woke Hermione Granger up in an instant. She loved the rain, thunder, lightning, and the gloomy mood it brought to everybody else. Many people never understood her; they never believed she had any real feelings. Hiding behind rather thick books was one of her favorite hobbies, and it seemed that was her purpose in life. But she was much more than that, she was brave and loyal, and one of the greatest friends anyone could ask for. She also happened to be the glue in the most famous trios of our time. The Golden Trio- which consisted of some of the two most important people in her life; her best friend, and beloved.

She opened her eyes and immediately kicked off the covers of her comforter, tripping over an ink bottle that lay littered across the floor. She caught her balance on a nearby bookcase, thanking God that it was there. She walked towards the window and grabbed her cardigan from atop the recliner, which still had Hogwarts: A History laid on it from the night before. She wrapped herself up and put on her slippers, and approached the window sill. A childish smile appeared on her lips, she started to giggle, and then shook herself mentally. She stuck out her right hand to feel the sprinkle of water against her skin; it was so unbelievably refreshing.

She inhaled deeply, and felt the dewy mist all over her body, she felt so clean and pure. It seemed not to be raining too hard, for there were patches of light in the clouds. She glanced over to her clock upon her nightstand; it read 5:37 am. She sighed, and paced over to her recliner, picking up her favorite book. She flipped through to the pages to find a piece of parchment in between the pages. She picked it up, and opened it and real aloud after casting a silencing spell.

Harry,

Blimey, shes mental! She went to the ball with stupid Vicky and she expects me to say sorry. She won't even help me with my potions essay, so here is my goodbye. You've been a great friend, and I would like you to have my jumper from Christmas, and any of my possessions found in my trunk, yes this INCLUDES pig. Im sure Snape will kill me on Thursday for not finishing that essay)

Your (good as dead) friend, Ron

A giggle escaped Hermione's lips, this was probably from her fourth year, but how it got inside her favorite book without her noticing was a mystery yet to be solved. She started to recall all the moments she and Ron had shared together, the Yule ball, wasn't one that she particularly liked to reply in her mind. She suddenly remembered his smile, his cute freckles, and the beautiful flaming red hair; the way his ears would turn red when he was embarrassed … Hermione then realized she was staring blankly into space. She crumpled up the note and tossed it into a nearby waste can, missing by a fair few feet. She threw Hogwarts: A History back on the recliner and walked back to the foot of her bad, and sighed again.

She had her own room at the Burrow for this summer, due to Fred and Georges' flourishing business they were living in a flat in Diagon Alley. Her bedroom was personalized just the way she liked it, much like her room at her own home. She found it hard to sleep in the Burrow, possibly because she was unconsciously aware of the fact that Ron was sleeping two doors down, alone. Hermione pondered at this thought for quite a while, until her feet led her to her bedroom door.

She peered into the jig jagged hallway, and crept silently towards Ron's bedroom, knowing Harry wouldn't be bothering her early this morning. Harry was sleeping in Ginny's room, she was sure of it, but the Weasley's were oblivious to this fact. They had no idea that he crept back to the room he shared with Ron before 8 am every morning (just before Mrs. Weasley woke). Even Ron didn't have a clue, and she was sure he wasn't keen on allowing Harry that much access to his younger sister.

Before Hermione could reach the doorknob, she stood for about 5 minutes and tried to convince herself to go back to her own bed, and that this was a stupid and silly thing to do. After she had made up her mind, she wrapped her trembling fingers around the doorknob and turned, and pushed the door forwards and started to search for Ron. She found him leaning against his window, one of his hands reaching out to feel the rain against his skin. She crept up behind him and squeezed his shoulders slightly.

"Hermione!" Ron squeaked. He stood to face her with a quizzical expression on his face; he was terrified but suddenly releived at the fact that it was her.

"Hi Ron… I was... I um...well you see..." Hermione couldn't quite think of an explanation for her behavior at the current hour. She looked up at him, then back at her hands, and then found a spot on the carpet that seemed to interest her greatly. Ron put his left hand on her shoulder and clapped her back with his free hand.

"I'm guessing you couldn't sleep, so you decided to see if anyone else was awake. Then you found me, and decided to amuse yourself by terrifying me half to death. Sound about right?" Ron said and smirked; he poked Hermione's cheek and then started to laugh. Hermione couldn't hold it in much longer.

"OKAY! You got me! You know me so well!" Hermione said as she laughed, and punched Ron lightly on his arm.

"Yeah I know, I'm just that good," Ron raised his eyebrows at Hermione and laughed; he then grabbed her arm and beckoned her to sit on his bed. He sat on the floor close to Hermione's leg and crossed his legs and stared into Hermione's eyes. There was a minute or so of silence before Ron spoke again.

"I know the reason you came to see me, Hermione" he said, his lips turning into a sly smile. He looked away from her eyes, and started to speak so softly it was barely a whisper, "I know you know what I'm talking about; you don't have to act like you don't."

A/N: So… I don't know if I should continue, its supposed to be sorta a oneshot, but lemme know what you think. Comments/Reviews/Criticism is appreciated!