A/N: Okay so I wrote this a long time ago and I posted it. I took it off and re-wrote it. So, hopefully you all will like it.

Hermione Granger sat on her bed looking through her Hogwarts picture book. Before her was a picture of Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hagrid smiling and waving at her. She smiled back at them and turned the page.

The next picture was one of Harry and Ron with her on their shoulders, spinning her around. She laughed at her two best friends and sighed. She had been thinking about it all summer. In a few months, her excuse for seeing them everyday would be gone with the wind.

All of the good times she had had with those two came to mind and she wished that they were there, enjoying the last bit of summer with her. Her smile faded when she thought about all of the bad things that had happened to them as well. All the people they had lost. All of the times she had cried herself to sleep after coming way too close to losing one of them.

They would all be fully grown witches and wizards soon (too soon in Hermione's opinion). Hermione had always seen the wizarding world as fascinating, wondrous, and beautiful. But she had grown up and seen how cruel and harsh it could be. She had come to fear part of her own world, especially now that Albus Dumbledore wasn't in it. Voldemort was rising to power, and she wasn;t sure if Harry would be able to defeat him. But she had to be there for him. Doubt was not an option.

What was she to do when she got out of Hogwarts? Should she share her knowledge with the future witches and wizards of the world? She wasn't much of a teacher. Should she protect her people by becoming an auror? Or should she contribute to the wizarding world by bringing to life to it and becoming a mother?

But that would involve getting married, and she was no where near ready for that.

And what if they lost the war? What would she do then? What if she lost Harry, or worse, Ron? No, you do not like one of them over the other.

She sighed. Who was she kidding? Even though she would never say it out loud, she was madly in love with Ron. Everything about him was so, different. He could be the biggest git on the planet, and then, within a second, he would turn into one of the sweetest people she had ever met.

Sure, last year, she had wanted to kill him for dating Lavender Brown, but she forgave him. What was she thinking? She shouldn't be worrying about her love life. There was a war going on for Christ sake!

But he was so cute.

Hermione remembered the first time she saw him. She had loathed him for the beginning of their first year! But sooner or later, she had become friends with he and Harry. That's where it all began. She also remembered when she had to go back through the purple flames, leaving Harry to go fight Voldemort. She almost cried when she thought that Ron might've been killed.

In their second year, nothing really all that extraordinary occurred. She was too busy worrying about when the heir of Slytherin was going to attack her.

Third year, she got Chrookshanks and almost wanted to skin Ron alive when he would get on her about the cat. And then when he accused Crookshanks of killing Scabbers, she wanted to breakdown and cry.

In fourth year, she loved the fact that Krum was making him so jealous. She felt horrible at first but then loved it. At the Yule Ball, when they had their little go at each other, she really thought that he might like her. Why else would he be so mad that she was there with Krum?

During their fifth year, the two were so focused on Harry's relationship with Cho that neither of them had time to worry about each other.

Sixth year almost broke her heart. When she saw Ron and Lavender snogging in the common room, she almost lost it. But the joy that spread through her when they broke up was tremendous. She smiled just thinking about it.

And now, here she was. Sitting in her room, thinking about things to come. She closed her picture book and set it on her table. She then pulled out two pieces of parchment , a quill and some ink and began to write two letters. One to Harry, describing all of the things about her future and Voldemort that she had just thought about, and one to Ron, telling him how much he meant to her and everything from their six years before.

Mad, you may call her, for spilling her guts to the boy that she loved. But she knew why she was doing it. Thinking about the war made her realize: You have to do things in the spur of the moment. Because if you don't, you may not have the time to make up for it later.

A/N: I love Hermione and Ron. They are the cutest couple in the world (aside from Kate and Sawyer, but you get the point) I hope you liked..

R&R

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