Author's Note: I need to confess. These first couple of chapters I've been reposting them without much thought. Reason why, is because I've had these chapters Beta by a certain person, She-who-must-not-be-Named, several years ago and I trusted her completely. A recent ANYONOMOUS reviewer correctly identified how bad the grammar was on some of these chapters. To which he is right. Problem being, I've been busier than a moonshiner running from the law. I promise by the end of the month that I'll re-Beta these chapters with a new Beta, the very beautiful and intelligent Maroon Phoenix. She was the one that did an excellent job re-Beta-ing my Escape fic last month.

Until then please bear with me until I am settled in with my new job and city. Hopefully, I'll be able to find a place to set up my new moonshine still. Stupid lawmen busted my old one. :-D

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Chapter 7 - Dear Ginny

Ginny's POV:

Dear Ginny,

I'm sorry I left without giving you a hug or an explanation, but as you can imagine I had to leave before everyone woke up. Not that I made it out without being caught by HER.

"Who's HER?" Neville asked, interrupting the reading and looking at Ginny and Harry sitting on the couch together as they looked down at Ron's letter.

"Hermione," replied both Harry and Ginny in unison.

"Oh," said Neville as he glanced over to Hermione slumping down deeper into the couch with an embarrassed expression on her face.

Why does she have to be such a morning person? This would explain why she is so irritable all the time, especially without her coffee.

I first arrived on a Monday afternoon inside a giant warehouse on the Preserve. The warehouse, I later found out - the hard way, is the assembly area for Dragon fertilizer. Acres and acres of smelly Dragon dung, with a fifty-foot mountain of rich red clay dirt, and another seventy five-foot mountain of white powder Nitrogen.

You are probably wondering why I would mention this in my letter on my first day at the Preserve. Well a stout Romanian by the name of Vargas Zoltan comes out and introduces himself as the Director of the Preserve, my new boss. He tells me, Charlie and the rest of the staff are out with the dragons and I would meet with them later. He then handed me a shovel and pointed to the empty fertilizer bags. My first work assignment: Three shovels of Dragon dung, two shovels of Nitrogen, and one shovel of dirt to make one bag of Dragon fertilizer.

"Ewww!," said a 4th year girl quenching her nose.

To top it all off, the Director told me that all new employees go through an initiation on their first day by not using magic. Bugger!

To be honest, I really didn't mind once I started working. Other than the horrible smell, I was glad to work off some frustration and after ten and a half hours of non-stop shoveling, I knew I had a lot. I didn't even notice the time go by. I just kept thinking of all the evil things that the Head Ferret did to HER, HIM, and me. (If you notice, I don't want to spell out their names of my former best friends.) Especially the times where the ferret tormented HER and I came to her defense. This makes me really feel like a loser for caring and trying to be there for my best friends. Strange how caring and wanting to do the right thing does not add up to much of anything in this world.

After a while, I notice that it was dark and I was still alone in the warehouse. I was not even tired mind you, and could have gone another ten hours but my stomach was growling so much that I stopped to ask when dinner was. I open the doors to find Charlie, Vargas, and over thirty people in the next room making side bets on how long I would last. I am happy to write - Charlie lost two Galleons.

"You know, Mr. Weasley, is nice and caring; what happen to the rest of your family?" Harry asked, Ginny while he showed a small grin for his cheek.

"We got infected with my mum's need to stay busy and be amused." Ginny said, as she imagined Ron's face at discovering his older brother Charlie had betted against him.

Charlie, finally introduced me to the people who work with him at the Preserve. They are a multi-national lot from all over the world. There are two men from China, a couple form India, Tania - a cute brunette from Pakistan (I think Charlie has a thing for her.), three men from Africa, four women and four men from South America and the Caribbean Islands, three males and one woman with a thick accent from Russia (My new source for Russian firewhiskey.)

"Way to go Ron!" Seamus hollered causing a round of laughter and a Hermione frown.

A family name Barrie the father, James, is from Scotland. The mother, Wendy, is from France. (Kind of looks like Fleur, but without the heavy accent and that blasted Veela thing.) The daughter however is a bossy, smart as a whip, talkative, full of questions about Hogwarts, short bushy hair, cute as a button, seven-year-old girl by the name of Jane. I have a picture of her carrying her stuff magical dragon named Danny. (See Picture #1)

"Oh she's cute," Ginny remarked as she picked up the moving wizards picture to look at.

"She almost looks like Hermione," Harry added as he looked at the picture beside Ginny.

"Oh Merlin, she does," said Ginny then handed over the picture for Hermione to see.

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Hermione's POV:

Hermione smiled at the picture with the young girl looked up into the camera while holding her stuff magical dragon flapping his wings.

After I tried to strike up a introduction and conversation with the Russians in an effort to procure some Russian firewhiskey (By the way, Ginny if you ever want Christmas presents again, you will never tell Mom about this.)

"Blast," Ginny muttered.

Jane comes running over to our table and introduces herself to me and then starts to tell me firewhiskey is bad for me.

"She even acts like Hermione," quipped Harry rolling his head over to see Hermione smiling.

I tried to ignore her, but it is kind of like trying to ignore HER and the nagging that inevitable follows. After falling to get some firewhiskey, I was force to talk and answer as many of Jane's millions of questions for over an hour. The resemblance to HER is scary. I realize now I must have a curse, because I seem to attract these types of girls. I think I would pay a gypsy a lifetime sum of Galleons to change that curse to girls like Lavander and Parvati.

"What," asked Lavender Brown standing near the front as she listened in on Ron's letter?

"Did he just say-," asked Parvati Patil standing beside Lavender and looking at her and then back to Ginny as she read the letter.

Hermione watched as Ginny just continued on completely ignore them.

I never once heard Dean or Seamus complaining about their girlfriends' nagging or bossing them around to study instead of having some fun. Lucky blokes don't even know how good they got it.

"Dang straight," remarked Lavender as she smiled and looked over at Dean and Seamus rolling their eyes.

"We need better boyfriends," added Parvati who happen to glance over at Harry with a smile, not noticing the small scowl from Ginny.

Hermione lost her good mood and was now angry in thought for some reason.

Charlie finally took me to his room, which I will be sharing with him for the next three months. It's nice and a little bit bigger than Charlie's room at the Burrow. Moreover, right before I went to bed, Jane came running in and forced Charlie and me to kiss Danny goodnight. Now this is just sad as I'm a seventeen-year-old guy and the only thing I ever kissed on the lips is a magical stuff dragon. The stuff dragon was not even a girl. Man – my life sucks!

Hermione had to hold a hand over her mouth to hide her own laughter while everyone else in the room was thundering with theirs.

Anyway, the Preserve is full of morning people as Charlie got me up at five o'clock in the morning for work. The last time, I got up at five was after HIS birthday party when I drank too much butterbeer and had to go to the bathroom. The neat thing I learned is that dragons are morning creatures too. Beforehand, Charlie has me buy a wizard's camera, and some new work clothes at the Preserve gift shop, and then he drags me out to a cliff overlooking the Preserve a mile away from the camp. We just got there before sunset, at first I thought it was a waste of time and just wanted to go back to sleep. After sunrise however, I had to eat my words. (See Pictures 2-5) I look up to see the upper Northern Mountains with numerous big caves and a small tributary of the Tisza River running though the preserve. Then just as quickly, hundreds of all types of dragons come out of these caves and take off flying to embrace the sunrise. It was incredible! I always thought the dragons were chained up, but no, they are free to go anywhere inside the Preserve's wards. Charlie smiled at my excitement and awe, told me he felt and looked like me eight years ago when he first came here. I was speechless and just continued to watch them for over an hour before we had to leave to go feed them.

Feed them, can you imagine! Hundreds and hundreds of fire breathing, grumpy in the morning before their thirty galleons of kerosene to drink and at least fifty to hundred pounds of raw bloody meat and fire plants to eat for breakfast. In addition, let me tell you, they want their breakfast right away or else. I never felt like a house elf so much in my life. I definitely have a desire to renew my SPEW membership so long as I do not have to meet the president and founder again.

Hermione hung her head as she thought, "Ron, it's S-P-E-W not spew. How many times do I have to say it to you?"

Well, I have to go. Charlie is going to show me how we get Dragon's blood.

Ginny, I love you and I miss everyone at Hogwarts, well almost everyone. Charlie says hey kiddo and to stay away from fast talking guys. I would like to add stay away from blonde Head Ferrets.

Love from your favorite brother,

(Then that would be me! – Charlie XXXOOO)

-Ron

PS. - Steal Harry's blanket when he is asleep tonight. He hates waking up with his feet cold.

"Ginny you better not – I'm serious!" snapped Harry as he looked at Ginny with a persuasive stare.

PPS. – Keep an eye on him, the git!

"Who's he calling a git," said Harry giving Ginny a smile.

PPPS. – Take the pictures for Hagrid to see, as I know he will get a kick out of seeing the dragons, and I owe him a big one for helping me. Tell him I promise more dragon pictures to come.

Everyone looked at the pictures in amazement as hundreds of dragons flew across a sunrise landscape.

"Wow," said Neville summing up what everybody thought of the letter after seeing the pictures. "Is he going to write every week?"

"Yes, he promised. It looks like we will be getting one every Friday night." Ginny said, to her housemates, as they are all excited about listening to Ron's letters again.

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A/N: This chapter was the first of the letters. Please note Ron's letter is written in Italics that Ginny is saying aloud for everyone to hear.