These events happen prior to DH... and most likely never include them. This may have some OOC-ness... Possibly a little Alternate Universe. And as of now I do not have the story planned out and may end up just being Potter-verse... so if you have suggestions feel free to tell me, I have no idea what I'm doing, and there is a copy of this story on another site… I just get no readers.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Fabulous Harry Potter or any of those characters… I do however desperately wish I did…

Summary: Sun Burned Feet is all about what happens when you're not really paying attention to that part of your life. Much like when you accidentally sunburn your feet 'cause you forgot to put sunscreen there, worrying about your back or face.
Basically this is a story, in Ron's point of view, about what happened when he wasn't paying much attention, like always.

1 Love?

It was the beginning of summer and I didn't want to miss one bit of precious time. But that may have been what started it all...

Let me start at the beginning.
I'm Ron Weasley. Yes, one of those Weasleys. And like I said it was the summer before my seventh year at Hogwarts. Wait, I did say that right? oh well, any way, I was up for just relaxing this summer, you know sleeping in, playing Quiditch, bothering the cupcakes out of Ginny(my sister), and sending letters to my two best mates... ok, so it was going to be the occasional letter.

But time just, well, wanted to drift past me. About two weeks in, I decided to make something of myself. I worked out a lot. I even studied a lot. I practiced my defensive and offensive spells. I just wanted to be good at something.

In a way I drifted away from my friends. It was always, 'I feel something bad is going to happen to me!!' from Harry, I can't blame him much for it. It did annoy the hell out of me though. And Hermione, it was, 'Books this, Harry that, Ron why aren't you good at something?' it hurt to read her say that!!!! I wanted them to understand me. And I understood them, to an extent. Soon our letters just got shorter and shorter.

I didn't want to loose my friends. So I did the only thing I could think of.

I invited them over for the rest of the summer.

Hey, I know that doesn't sound too desperate. And to you it might not be, but to me it ruined my plan of showing the new improved me to them. Willing to sacrifice that pride was supposed to be worth it...

Harry, of course, accepted. And so did Hermione. It was the trio together again and I was happy. They weren't mad and I felt we bonded. I also kind of started getting a crush on Hermione. We continued to have a good summer, although we were very close, I felt one of them was hiding something from me. I shook off the feeling and we went back to Hogwarts. I actually excelled in my classes... I became the second top student. Everyone, including me, was surprised.

Soon we were back into normal routines. I though that I should tell Hermione how I felt. So, the night before I was going to tell Hermione that I really liked her, I was extremely nervous. I couldn't sleep. I needed to talk to Harry. I checked his bed, he wasn't there. I checked the bathroom, he wasn't there.

I took my last resort to find him. I went to the common room.

I looked into the room. I didn't see any one there. I did hear something strange. It was moaning?!?! It was very guttural and low. Then I heard something gasp a few times, there was something odd about it. I let it go, and figured it was none of my business. I went back to bed, forgetting all about my issues.

The next day though I found out that it would become my business when I got to breakfast Harry and Hermione were there already. Looking tired, they slowly shuffled about. That is when I noticed IT. IT was an almost matching set of hickies

One on Harry and the other on Hermione.

I didn't want to believe it