Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction ever, and I'm EXTREMELY nervous about it, but my dear friend urged me to publish it, so here you are :P I hope I don't disappoint any of you :3 This is dedicated to my best friend Charlie-the-Spider, the one who urged me to post this :P Please please review, I'd love to hear your opinions, I need some reassuring :c I have a few more chapters written after this one, if you guys don't like it I'm probably gonna get depressed and delete it all :c Anyways, enjoy! :)

"Thanks for inviting me over for the summer, Ron." said Hermione Granger with a sweet, loving smile blooming across her face. "Any time, Mione!" replied tired, red-faced Ron Weasley with his mouth curving into a sweet, welcoming smile. He was a bit tired from carrying her trunk from the car, but he didn't mind. Hermione hated it when people called her Mione, as she preferred to be called by her full name, but when Ron said it, it just fit his voice, his lips, just him. The trio had been staying at the Burrow for the summer, but Harry's train arrived the day before, so he was already settled in. Turning the handle of the door, inviting Hermione in first, like a gentleman, they saw familiar black hair running in from the distance. "Hermione!" yelled Harry, giving her a friendly, welcoming hug. Fred and George offered to take Hermione's trunk up to Ginny's room. "Ginny, go say hello to Hermione. She just got here." said George a bit seriously. "She's a bit tired from traveling all day, so go easy on her." said Fred, continuing his brother's statement. "HERMIOONEEEE! Good to see you!" said Ginny, totally going against her brother's words, flinging herself onto Hermione. "Great to see you too!" replied Hermione. She had arrived just in time for dinner, so the gang gathered around the table for a delightful home-cooked meal made by Mrs Weasley. "Alright, off to bed all of you! You've got a long summer ahead of you!" demanded Mrs Weasley. Obeying her orders, they all went up to get ready for bed. They all slept like babies that night, still tired from that exciting day.

The next day, as the golden sun shined through the window, Ron awoke a bit peckish. He got up and out of his bed, careful not to step on the remnants of firecrackers the twins were playing with last night. He slowly opened the door, in his navy blue t-shirt and black shorts, and went down into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and took out some left-over porridge from what seemed to be from midnight, and began to eat. Once he had finished, he put the plate in the sink, drank a glass of water, and stepped out of the door which lead to the beach. He was greeted by a slight, cool breeze flowing through his flaming red hair, cold sand in between his toes, a light, salty mist across his freckled face, and bright sunlight to his blue eyes. His eyes squinted as they adjusted to the brightness, running a hand through his hair. He took a step forward and shut the door behind him. As walked a few feet barefoot, he saw a familiar figure. He recognized the light-brown, long, curly hair. He stepped closer, only to recognize the profile of Hermione.

"Morning, Mione!" he said enthusiastically yet calmly, trying not to startle her. "Merlin's beard, Ron you scared me!" she jumped at the sight of him, giggling a bit. "And good morning to you too!" she replied with his same tone. As usual, she was getting a head-start on her reading, but when Ron arrived, she put her book down and invited Ron to sit next to her. They sat for a while, silently, admiring the beautiful morning. Hermione shivered a bit, and rubbed her hands over her arms which were only covered a bit past her shoulders by a yellow t-shirt and her legs by a pair of light-blue jean shorts. "You cold?" said Ron caringly. "A bit I guess, I never figured it would be chilly in July." she replied, heart-warmed by his caring. He placed his long, pale, freckled arm around her shoulder, blushing. "If it's alright with you." "No, no it's fine." she replied quickly, turning a bit red herself. They continued admiring the beach, when Ron broke the silence by offering to her to take a walk on the pier. She agreed to his offer, and he got up and offered her a hand. She took it, and began to walk, their hands still interlocked.

They continued their stroll, when they reached the end of the pier, where they decided to sit down with their feet dipped into the ocean. The dolphins began to play, every few moments one would break the water, emerging gracefully before it dived back in to join the rest as they sat there, pointing at them and laughing joyously, until one of the dolphins splashed them, drenching them in salt water. Ron cursed as Hermione laughed at the whole situation. Luckily, a fisherman nearby gave them a towel to dry themselves off, and they sat back down, placing the towel over the both of their shoulders while they continued to admire the dolphins.

He noticed her lips go blue. "Blimey, Mione are you cold?" he said concerned. "I-I'm no-ot c-co-cold." she lied with a few shivers escaping after every syllable. "Bloody yes you are! Look at your lips!" he replied, placing his arm around her comfortingly. She cuddled closer to him, and he tightened his grip around her side. She slowly planted her head on his shoulder, both of their faces turning red. They gazed off into the distance, until she broke the silence, removing her head from his shoulder, looking up into his blue eyes. "Ron?" "Yes?", he replied, gazing into her eyes lovingly, only to realize she was already gazing into his. "This is nice." she said smiling. "Yea. Really nice." he said, also smiling. They continued their gaze, blue locking onto the brown, both paralyzed.

"There you two are! I've been looking for you two forever!" said Harry, breaking their gaze as he walked over with Ginny by his side. "Blimey Harry! Give me a heart attack next time will ya!" jumped Ron, his hand moving quickly off of Hermione's shoulder and Hermione scooting away from Ron, their faces turning red. "Sorry! I thought you saw us coming!" replied Ginny in between laughs. "Well, we didn't, so why don't you wear a bell or something next time!" said Ron, trying to hold back a laugh. The rest didn't bother to hold in their laughter. "It's not funny." Ron protested, beginning to laugh himself. "Come on, we'll be late for breakfast." said Hermione, rolling her eyes at Ron but smiling. All four made their way back for breakfast, each one with various thoughts on their mind. They opened the door and greeted the redheads who were crammed into the table, making it seem like there was a bush fire. "Morning!" they all chanted. They took their places on the table, mouths watering at the sight of the food, then beginning to chow down hungrily.

AN: Ok so I hope it wasn't that bad :P Don't forget to leave your reviews!