A/N: Not my best, but I decided to write since I wasn't feeling well and didn't have to walk in the parade with my band due to weather condintions. I think I got most of the facts right about the World Cup. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

Words: 1,182.
Pairings: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger.
Date Written: September 4, 2011.

[quidditch world cup]

Dear Hermione,

My dad got some tickets to the Quidditch World Cup! Exciting, isn't it, yeah? Well, I was wondering if you would like to come. Harry's coming too; he said anything to get him away from his aunt and uncle, those crazy lot. Dad reckons I should tell you everything in this letter, even if you can't come. So your parents will know, I guess.

Well, first off, Harry and Dad are coming. So are Fred, George, and Ginny. Bill, Charlie, and Percy are coming too, but we're using something called a Portkey, and they're gonna meet us up by Apparating. You don't know Bill and Charlie, I don't think. Bill's the oldest, works at Gringotts as a Curse Breaker. I think you know what Charlie does—dragons.

We're gonna be in one tent too. Don't worry, it isn't like the Muggle tent, ours is magical, 'course. It can easily fit all of us.

I think we're meeting up with dad's work friend, Amos Diggory. Cedric Diggory's dad. The Hufflepuff guy that beat Harry when the Dementors came to the Quidditch game third year. Not to sure though.

But it's Ireland vs. Bulgaria. Krum's gonna be there! THE Viktor Krum. He's one of the best Seekers in the world! Think I could get his autograph, eh?

Also, since the game is so close to our fourth year starting, Mum said it'll be alright if you stay and just went to King's Cross Station with us. If it's alright with your parents, though.

Well, Hermione, it's up to you and your parents now. Mum's calling me down for dinner. Just reply back with our owl, he'll wait for you to reply if you give him some food.

-Ron.

You have to wait for a few days until her letter returns. Your bloody owl is getting so old, you think mum and dad are going to have to get a new one soon.

Hermione's reply says she can come, and she just needed to know when you or your family were coming get her from her house in Muggle London. You forgot to mention it. You sent a quick letter explaining the game wasn't for another week and then they'd get to her house by Floo Powder. You already know she has a fireplace somewhere in her house because she told you when she explained she was going home for Christmas in your first year.

Sooner than you thought, a week gone and went, and you, Fred, George, and your dad were standing by your fireplace, Floo Powder held tight in each of your hands. Ginny was standing by your mum, still whining about why she couldn't go. I'm closer to Hermione than Fred and George! she kept mumbling under her breath as Dad yelled out, "THE GRANGERS'!". Fred and George followed him; George going first, then Fred. As soon as the flames disappeared from Fred's quick dispatcher, you walk into the fireplace, yell out, and get swept away in the flames.

You land onto a soft white carpet a few moments later. You stand up quickly and look around. Your dad and the twins are standing by a staircase, and your dad calls out, asking if the parents of a one Hermione Granger are home.

You look towards the door of what seems to be a kitchen, and two people walk out. The female, who was obviously Hermione's mum, was a small women, who barley looked five-five. She was rather pale, her eyes a dark green. Her hair was bushy like Hermione's, though not as crazy. She had square glasses perched on her nose, a cooking apron around her waist.

Hermione's father was next to his wife. He had brown eyes, and a small patch of freckles covered his face area. Nothing compared to your own freckles, you notice as you pull down the sleeve of your too-short shirt. He was a tall man, towering over you and your father. He seemed kind enough when he finally smiled as he took in that your family wasn't a threat.

"Hello, is Hermione home? I'm Arthur Weasley," your dad says, shaking the other man's hand rather happily. You hear him mumble something about how fascinating Muggles are when he looks over at some box looking thing with moving pictures on it, and voices coming from it.

"She is. I think she's upstairs in her room. I think my wife will fetch her, won't you, Karen?" the man asked his wife. She smiled at him, nodding. She began walking up the stairs, calling out to Hermione. "I'm Richard, by the way."

"Nice to meet you Richard!" Your dad looks around to the three of you. "Aren't you going to introduce yourselves, my boys?"

"I'm Fred—" Fred begins.

"And I'm George—" George cuts in.

"Together we make—"

"—the unstoppable Weasley twins," they finish together. You can see the confusion etched in Mr. Granger's eyes, but you probably would be confused too, if you hadn't of grown up with them for the last fourteen years.

The twins, your dad, and Mr. Granger look at you now. You begin tugging on your sleeve again, nervous. You smile slightly.

"I'm Ron," you say simply.

"Ah, so your Ronald. We've heard…much about you," Mr. Granger begins, just as you hear Hermione calling out,

"You guys made it!"

You smile and nod. "Yeah, not a scratch on any of us." She laughs and sets her bag down, which is filled with everything she'd need for the upcoming year. Your dad grabs hold of it, and takes a bag of Floo Powder from his pocket.

"We must be heading off now. Can't have your mum getting worried, now can we?" he asks.

Fred and George both take handfuls, and each of them go into the fire and yell, "THE BURROW!" before disappearing again. Hermione and her parents look at the smoke from the fire with their eyes wide. "Magic is truly amazing," you hear Hermione whisper. You nudge her arm slightly with your elbow. Your dad smiles at Mr. and Mrs. Granger, hands you the bag of Floo, then steps into the fire, leaving as quickly as he came.

"Maybe you should go next, Hermione," you say as she takes some of the powder from the bag, nervously shifting back and forth on the heels of her feet. "Come on, where's that Gryffindor spirit I know you've got?"

She laughs again, looks back at her parents, and then steps into the fireplace. Just as she's about to yell out 'The Burrow', she says, "Ron, you have some dirt on your nose. Just there." She points to her own nose. Then, giggling, she yells out and a flame appeared around her, taking her to your home.

You wipe at your nose viciously before you bid her mum and dad a quick goodbye and leaving. You feel your face turn red as you fall down again, this time in your own house.