Here's another chapter for you, people who have read the first chapter, and new people of course, we love you. A review would be appreciated. Seriously, I LOVE getting them, so anything to say (except bad stuff cos we don't like that) then say it!

"So, this lad… Ron, did you say his name was?" Graham Granger looked to his daughter, who nodded. "What are his prospects?"

The party was over. As always with her parent's parties, the guests had begun to glance at their watches only half an hour into the party and had started to leave. Within fifteen minutes, the house was empty.

Hermione sighed. "I guess he'll play quidditch for some team. Madam Hooch reckoned he was good enough."

"And quidditch, that's the game with the broomsticks, yes? You went to see some competition a few years back?" Hermione didn't even bother to answer.

Samantha looked up from the muggle paper she had been reading. "Maybe it's time we all went to bed." She moved the curtains to one side so she could see the sky which was inky black. "It's almost midnight after all."

So Hermione climbed the stairs, pleased to, at last, be away from her parents. She could hear them whispering though, harsh little argumentative quips at each other from the living room. "Now she thinks you have no interest in her life whatsoever." She heard her mum tell her dad.

"Well as far as riding in the air on a broomstick is concerned, I don't!" Graham retorted.

Hermione could hardly believe that a mere few hours before, she had been in the company of the two people she loved most in the world, and now she was alone.

She pushed open the door to her bedroom to find it in exactly the same state she had left it in back in august. Even the pile of clothes she had left on the floor had not been sorted. Hermione kicked over the pile as she walked over to her bed, and for some reason felt a rush of happiness at the sight of all the different coloured shirts and skirts littered over her plain carpeted floor like that.

There was a tiny owl waiting on her unmade bed. It kept hurling itself playfully at her overstuffed cushion, and then, using a combination of it's wings and the letter it was carrying, pushed itself back up. Hermione sat and watched it before asking softly, "What are you doing, Pig?"

She gently enclosed the bird in her hands and bought it up to her eye level, where she opened her hands to look the owl straight in the face. "That doesn't make you look very intelligent, you know." She told Pig, who hooted quietly in reply. She smiled, and took the letter from Ron out of it's clutches.

My Darling Hermione,

I'm just writing this quick note to remind you I love you. Also, because mum told me I ought to write and tell you that we got home ok. Harry is now at Grimmauld Place, keeping Creature company, much to both of their delight. I hope you're ok, and your family too. Be quick there, ok? Find yourself a new place, some where close by. I know how your parents drive you a bit mad sometimes, but just hang in there. If you need a bit of saving anytime, just apparate on over here, in fact, I don't even know why I'm writing this at all, I could have just come over and said it myself. Oh well, this is a bit more romantic, I guess. Secret love letters and all that.

You don't need to reply. Just come see me when you've found a new place. I may pop round and see you soon anyway, I can't bear to be a apart from you much longer.

Sleep well my love

Yours forever,

Ron xxx

PS. Would you mind feeding Pig for me, you know how hungry he gets, thanks!

Hermione laughed as she read his post script. Classic Ron. She really did love him. She took some owl treats Ron had given to her to pack out of her open suitcase which her dad had bought up before, and fed one to Pigwidgeon. He hooted softly at her, and she took him over to her half open window.

"Let him know I love him." She told the owl, before letting him fly off into the night.

Hermione lay down on her now owl free but still unmade bed, and looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stars that were sprawled across her ceiling that she had stuck there back before she'd even started at Hogwarts. It made her think of the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, and how different the stars would look there right now.

Before she'd had a chance to remember times in that Great Hall, her mother opened the door. "Hermione?" she whispered into the darkened room. "Are you awake."

"Well I wouldn't be after you whispering so loudly." Hermione replied sarcastically.

Samantha didn't seem to register Hermione's harsh tone. "Are you just changing into your pyjamas and sleeping then, darling?" For some reason Hermione couldn't quite fathom, she didn't like her mum calling her "darling" anymore. It didn't feel right.

"Yes, I am. I'm… tired." Hermione let her mum tuck a stray lock of her curly hair behind her ear before rolling over to face the wall.

"Good night love." Samantha shut the door behind her.

Hermione slipped out of bed and undressed. She couldn't help but put her hands around her waist. It was her favourite of her body features, tiny and delicate, with a perfectly toned stomach. She'd had to work hard to get it like that. She smiled at herself in the full length mirror and pulled on a short silk negligee, and shrugged over it a matching light dressing gown.

Destination, determination, deliberation. The apparitions teacher from Hogwarts' words had stuck with Hermione. She apparated.

"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Ron was stood in the same sort of stance Hermione had been in moments before, hands on hips, posed in front of a full length mirror, but Ron was wearing boxers. Hermione moved to behind him, and slid her arms around his chest.

"I couldn't sleep alone." She whispered, her head resting against his strong back. Ron turned around in her arms.

His expression was worried. "But we can't. We promised, no sex before we get married."

Hermione's eyebrows shot up. "I said I couldn't sleep, not that I needed you inside right now." Ron blushed at her unHermioneish graphic language and she grinned. She stood up on her toes and kissed him, softly but passionately. He lifted her up and she obediently wrapped her legs around his waist. She knew in some couplings this would be crazily sexual, but for her it was just easier, Ron being over a foot taller than she was.

"I love you" Ron said, between kisses. He moved his lips to her neck and she answered. "I love you too."

She broke away. "Sleep with me tonight." Ron held her but didn't answer. "It's just this whole first-night-apart thing, I need to be with you tonight."

"Hermione." Ron said, putting her back down on the ground. "We need to get used to being apart. At least for now. It's not fair on Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes. "You know it's true. And anyway, if you stay here tonight it won't be our first night apart, will it, and you'll just have to go through all of this again." Ron wriggled out of her arms and turned around. "I think you should just go back to your house and stay there tonight. I'll come see you tomorrow, but we need to get this over with." He swung back around, and she was gone.

I know these are very short chapters at the moment. I'm hoping to them short but regular if that's ok. Few little commentary bits. They're not having sex until they're married because I am not yet 16. And if anyone thinks that you can not reach a boyfriend who's nearly two foot taller than you by standing on your tiptoes, your wrong, or I have weird feet. Yeah I'm single now anyway so who cares. Idiot.