A/N: Am I getting longer chapters? I can't check till tomorrow. You all know my disclaimer. BLAH!

P.S. This is based on a true story. I have moved so many times in my life, I thought I'd make one for my personal benifet. (I think)




Chapter 3

Ron and I stood in front of the window until the sun had set. It was only until Ron heard a knock on the door that I remembered we had to head over to my house.

"Ron, can I come in?"

"Sure, Ginny." She walked in and saw Ron with his arm around my shoulder, and burst out crying. I ran over to give her a hug.

"What's wrong Ginny?" I asked while she sobbed into my shoulder.

"I-I just don't want you t-t-to move! You're my best friend, and I don't want you to leave!"

"I don't want to leave either, Gin, but what choice do I have? My parents are already looking for a house. I'll be leaving at the end of the year."

"But that's only your sixth year, Hermione. If you just stayed one more year, you could graduate and be on your own. You wouldn't have to move." Ron suggested.

"Yeah, but where would I stay? And for a whole year!"

"You could stay with us," Ginny suggested.

"Maybe, but it would be for a whole year. Do you think your mum would be okay with that?"

"It wouldn't be for a whole year, only for one summer. You could always visit your parents on Christmas vacation."

"I'll talk to my mum about it."

"Well, mum said that if you want to head over to Hermione's house, Ron, you have to get your stuff now because dad is about to leave. You and Sammy better go, too." She laughed. "After all, it is your house."

We headed downstairs to Mr. Weasley (he had just gotten back from work) and helped him put the trunks and shopping bags in the car.

Sammy wasn't ready to leave because she wanted to stay with Fred. Fred didn't want Sammy to go. Sticky pickle here people.

So when we finally got them away from each other (which took a very long time, as they hid and started kissing) they were very disappointed, to say the least.

I gave Mr. Weasley the directions to my house, and he was slightly startled.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Weasley?" I asked.

"No, no, nothing at all. Let's go!"

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We dropped Sammy off at her house, and then headed over to mine. It was nearly ten when we reached it, but mum was still awake. When Mr. Weasley saw her, he dropped all of the trunks on the porch.

"Mia?"

"Arthur?"

"What are you doing here? I thought you had moved to America!" They hugged.

"You two know each other?" I asked.

"Well, Hermione, Arthur and I met at a summer camp when we were about twelve. We were really good friends until we were about eighteen, and I haven't seen him since!"

"What were you doing at a muggle summer camp, dad?" Ron asked.

"I was just trying something new. You know how much muggles fascinate me. When your grandfather found out that I had a new muggle friend, he thought I should stay in touch with her.

"We even dated once, but then we figured out that we would never be anything more than friends." They laughed.

"Okay, that's kind of out there, but whatever…" I said slowly. Ron's dad and my mum dating? I couldn't picture it.

"Hermione never told me Ron was a Weasley. I would have had you over here in a minute if I knew." Mum was saying. We went into the house and put our trunks and things in the living room.

"Have you had dinner yet? I was just making some things if you're hungry." She asked Mr. Weasley, and we all sat down at the kitchen table.

"Sure. Remember how much I used to eat at your house? Your mother threw a fit once because I ate all of the cake she was making for dessert."

"Well I was always the better cook."

"I'll have to agree with you there, Mia. Lil was never a good cook." Mum (who had been washing dishes) dropped a mug she was holding, and it shattered on the floor.

"Arthur! What are you thinking! You know very well not to say anything about that." She picked up all of the broken pieces off of the floor and threw them away.

"I'm sorry, Mia. What happened?"

"You know perfectly well what happened, Arthur. I don't want Hermione…not yet. Ron and Harry…they're not ready." She sighed and started washing the dishes again. Ron and I exchanged a confused glance.

"So what has been happening over the last few years?" mum asked.

"Well, I married Molly. You know, the one who was always by the pool?"

"You're kidding! Molly Agramonte? Well, I would have never guessed. She never really seemed to like you."

"That's because we didn't really know each other until my seventh year. But we have seven children. Charlie is the oldest, then Bill, Percy, Fred and George are twins, Ron, and Ginny, our only daughter."

"Wow, seven children…that must be a handful." She turned to look at Ron and me and said, "If you two aren't going to eat, you had better get ready for bed. Hermione, show Ron where he's sleeping. Are you going to stay the night also, Arthur? It's a pretty long drive back, and it's late."

"Sure. I'd like to catch up on things first, if that's all right."

So Ron and I walked up the stairs and put his trunk in the guest bedroom. I walked back to my room to change. As I was getting my pajamas on, I thought about what was going on between Ron and I.

Would this really work out between us? We'd always been best friends, and just like him, I didn't want to ruin that. I had never felt this way about anyone before, though.

Suddenly I wanted him to sleep in my room. I wanted just to sleep in his arms tonight. The thought scared me a little.

"What am I thinking!" I said to myself. I finished dressing and got into bed. I turned on the night-light that my father gave me. Whenever he was away, I would turn it on, and it would make me feel like he was watching over me in the night.

The day of shopping had worn me out, and I fell into a deep sleep.

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I woke up in the middle of the night to see a head with bright red hair staring at me.
I yelped and sat up.

"Ron! What are you doing!" I hissed. "It's…" I looked at the clock on my dresser. "It's two thirty in the morning! Don't scare me like that." I threw a pillow at his head.

"Sorry, Hermi. I couldn't sleep. I thought maybe if I watched you sleep, I'd be able to."

"You're very strange, Ron." He smiled.

"Yeah, strange, but cute." I laughed. "Okay," I agreed. "Strange but cute. So what are you going to do? Now that you woke me up, I don't think I'll be able to go back to sleep."

"Can we just talk?" He asked.

"Of course, Ron. Come here, you can sit on my bed." He sat with his back against the wall, and I moved so that I was sitting next to him. He pulled the covers up over our knees and said, "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know." Just then, Crookshanks jumped up onto my bed. "Oh, there you are Crookshanks! I was looking for you today!" I picked him up and stroked his flat little head.

"You know what his face looks like? Something that ran into a wall. I've always wanted to tell you that. Why did you get him, anyway?"

"Well, after he jumped on your head, and you ran out of the shop, it was…well, it was like some kind of weird bond. I don't suppose you've ever had that kind of bond, but it's just…kind of hard to explain. It's almost like I understand him. When he's hungry, it'll be like he tells me what he wants to eat. I'm sorry, Ron. That must seem really strange." I set Crookshanks down, and he left the room.

"It's not, really. I think you might have this thing…but I can't remember for the life of me what it's called. It's a thing when you can understand animals. Like Harry, because he's a parselmouth, but you can communicate with most animals."

"Okay…that's strange." I touched his hand. "You want me to read your palm?" It was so random that he laughed.

"You reading my palm? I thought you didn't like divination."

"Well I don't, but I can try, can't I?"

"Alright, go ahead." I took his hand, and in the dim light of my night-light, tried to read his palm.

"Well, you have a pretty short life line. I think that might be because you'll do something to piss George off, or Harry, it doesn't say…You have a million teeny-weeny little lines here, maybe that's how many hairs you have on your head. Or maybe it's how many children you'll have. Or maybe, it's how many times you'll fall asleep in Divination." He roared with laughter; I giggled.
"This line says you are terribly romantic. Is that true?"

"I'm afraid so. I think something went wrong with my genes, but I can't be sure. Ask my mum, she'll know."

"Okay, Ron. Anyway, this line says you like cats. Well you could have fooled me. I think that's about your whole hand." I traced the lines on his palm with my hand, but I was silent. He took my hand in his, and said, "Hermione, I just want to say I'm sorry."

"For what? You haven't done anything to me…yet." I smiled.

"No, it's just for all of the fights I started. I know I started them, and I'm really sorry. In our fourth year, I only yelled because I liked you, and I couldn't stand to see you with Krum. It was like someone just ripped my heart out. I really like you, Hermione." He leaned over and kissed me. Tingles shot through my whole body, and I shivered, and broke the kiss.

"Do you think Harry will end up with Ginny?" I asked.

"I don't know. I guess. Ginny seems to be pretty much over him, though. She doesn't blush at the mention of his name, and she can have a decent conversation with him. Do you think he likes her?"

"I think he might be starting to appreciate her for a person, and not just your younger sister. Maybe in time he will look at her in a different light, but who can be sure? Time will tell."
I lay my head in his lap, and he stroked my hair.

"Well, I'm finally tired. I'm going to sleep. Its already…wow, it's already ten to five. Are you gonna make breakfast?" He asked.

"Maybe. I'm not as good a cook as my mum, but she's taught me some tricks. How do you feel about pancakes?"

"Sounds great sweetie. Just something to ask really quickly. Should we tell Harry, or should we just let him figure it out on his own?"

"I think we should let him figure it out, Ron. Just act like my boyfriend, and I'll act like your girlfriend. It won't be hard at all. We are a couple, right?"

"Of course we are. So when is he coming?" He stopped playing with my hair and I sat up.

"Tomorrow, if I can manage it. I'll call him in the morning. I hope Dudley will re-think the two-week punishment. I don't know who it's worse for, the Dursleys or Harry." I ran my fingers through Ron's hair and flopped down onto my pillow. "Goodnight, Ron."

"Goodnight, Hermione." He kissed me and left the room.