A/N: Okay, so I had some people that wanted me to continue this so I guess I will. It may not be long, but it wont be a one shot anymore :)
Ron Weasley was sitting in the Burrow's garden thinking about Hermione. He had known her for so long, and even though she drove him insane sometimes, there was something about her that made him smile.
A small, cream colored owl soared over to him and landed on his head. He picked it up and plucked the parchment from it's beak and put him the tiny owl down. His stomach dropped when he saw Hermione's slender handwriting on the front of the letter.
He slowly unfolded the letter and read it.
Dear Ron,
How have you been this summer? I have missed you and Harry so much. I hope Harry isn't losing his head over all of the Horcrux business. Ron, I have had something on my mind for the past couple of weeks. There's something you need to know. For a while, I have had feelings that I'm not quite sure about. There is something about you that I can't explain. I know you and I don't exactly see eye to eye, and I know you probably don't feel anywhere near the same way that I do. Last year, it almost killed me to see you with Lavender. I couldn't stand it when you wouldn't talk to me because of Krum. I am not asking you to feel the same way about me. I just wanted you to know in case something happens to either of us. Please stay safe and be careful. Send my best wishes to Ginny and everyone else at the burrow. I love you, Ron.
All my love,
Hermione
Ron put down the letter with his mouth hanging open. He never would have thought. He looked at the little owl and took it inside. He went to his room and put him in Pig's cage. He gave the little owl some food and then re-read the letter. Someone knocked hard on the doorRon heard his mother answer it and say, "Oh! Harry, dear. It's so good to see you! I'll get Ron. RON!"
Ron folded the note and out it in his jeans. He walked down the stairs and went to greet Harry. "Hey, mate."
"Hey, Ron. I came because I am worried." Harry said, seriously.
"About what?" Ron asked as they sat down.
"Hermione," Ron's heart lifted at the mention of her name. "She sent me a letter and she seems really concerned. I came to you to ask if you knew anything."
"I-er," Ron started, clutching the note in his pocket, "Yeah, I mean, I've heard from her, but she didn't seem concerned. She just said that she didn't want you to get too caught up in the whole Horcrux thing, but that was it." Ron cleared his throat nervously. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Mrs. Weasley listening very closely to their conversation. He considered telling Harry, but not while his mum was listening.
"Ron, you okay, mate?" Harry was looking at him curiously.
"Yeah. Come outside, I need to show you something." Harry nodded and followed him. When they reached the edge of the garden, Ron said, "It's about Hermione but it's nothing bad." He sighed, taking the note out of his pocket. he handed it to Harry and then sat down on a bench.
Harry unfolded the letter and started to read it. Ron started to get nervous when Harry began to grin. He gave the letter back to Ron and said, "It's about time! I figured one of you would crack sooner or later."
"What'd you mean?" Ron asked.
Harry laughed at sat down next to him. "Come on, Ron. You two are my best mates. You think I couldn't figure it out? Even Ginny figured it out a long time ago, too."
"Thanks for telling me." Ron mumbled.
Harry clapped his best friend on the back. "It'll be okay. Why don't you write her back and tell her how you feel?" Ron gave him a look of horror, "Well, you wouldn't want something to happen and then have her going on not ever knowing. And I mean, what harm could it do? It's not like she's not going to feel the same way. I need to go talk to Ginny anyway." Harry nudged him. "Go on. Do it."
Ron watched Harry go into the house. He sat there for a few more minutes, thinking. What the hell am I supposed to say? 'Yeah Hermione! I'm madly in love with you and I have been for longer than I can remember! I only dated Lavender to make you jealous! Please forgive me and you and I can be together forever!' No. HELL no. He couldn't. He shouldn't. Should he?
He sighed, and knowing Harry was right, he went inside, took out and quill and a piece of parchment, and began to write to tell Hermione how much he loved her.
When he finished, he went back upstairs, grabbed the little owl, gave it the letter, and sent it off on it's merry way carrying his love note to Hermione.
A/N: Okay, I think that I will end it there unless you all really want me to continue. theres the button somewhere down there! Click it!
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