Ron's POV
Eight o'clock? Bloody hell this was taking forever.
Well I still have two hours so I might as well take an extra long shower. Gotta smell nice for Hermione. Errr.. I mean or me. Yeah that's what I meant.
As the water poured down my chest I couldn't help but let my mind drift to Hermione. I missed her. There's no other way to explain what I was feeling the last couple weeks, a part of me was missing. Geez Ron you sound like a bloody pansy. That's it I need to tell Hermione how I feel this summer so I can stop acting like such a git and talking to myself. If I don't get it out in the open ill surely go insane. Literally.
I hopped out of the shower and went to go get some clothes on.
Walking into the kitchen I pulled out a chair and said "hi mum".
She jumped five feet in the air. "Ron! What are you doing awake? It's not even nine yet?! And you scared me half to death!" She yelped in one breath.
"Sorry bout that ma. I couldn't sleep. Plus I need to be up cause I leave at ten. Remember?" He explained.
"Oh right. Sorry dear. It must have slipped my mind" mrs Weasley said as she winked at Ron. "So are you all packed"
"Yup" Ron chirped.
"My goodness. Your awake and all organized. Either your growing up or you should go see Hermione more often." She replied.
Ron ears tinted pink at her remark.
"Can I help with breakfast mum?" He asked, trying to steer her on to a different topic.
"Oh no don't be silly, you just sit and relax." She insisted
"Great I can just sit here and thinking about Hermione." He muttered.
"What was that dear?" She asked.
"Oh nothin mum." He answered as he walked in to the sitting room.
Next thing he knew his mum was shaking him awake.
"Ron you better hurry up and eat its nine thirty." Mrs Weasley said.
Oh geez. Why didn't I sleep last night. I'm gunna fall asleep on Hermione when she's trying to visit with me.
He ran into the kitchen, scarfed down some bacon and eggs, and booked it up the stairs to grap his trunk.
I can't wait until I can use magic outside of school, this thing is bloody heavy he thought as he dragged the trunk down the stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs he glanced at his watch nine forty five.
He couldn't wait any longer. Hopefully Hermione wouldn't mind him being a little early. He headed towards the fireplace. 444
Hermione's POV
I'm not usually the type of girl that cares what she looks like. I'm the bookworm, and I am okay with that. But I just wanted to look nice for Ron, maybe make him see me differently. So here I stand two hours later, hair done up in a high ponytail because it was boiling outside and a little eyeliner and mascara on with a touch of dark lipgloss over my lips, staring at my closet. Why don't I own anything cute?
Cute? What is wrong with you Hermione ! I don't care about cute.. but Ron is cute.. Ugh focus! Okay hmm...
I finally landed on a black tank top with a lace back and some white shorts.
I was just about to put them on when I heard Ron's voice downstairs. Crap I'm still in my towel.
