Hermione sat in her room, looking out of the window. She didn't feel much like herself anymore. She was really taking a risk telling Harry about this, since Harry and Ron were basically jointed at the hip. Not that Hermione wasn't their best friend, too, but fact was that she was a girl, and they were boys. It was just one of those things that would always make a difference.

And now Hermione was taking an even bigger risk with Ron. What if it all blew up in her face?

Hermione sighed and looked at the now empty glass jar that once held Rita Skeeter in it. She chuckled to herself. One of the most brilliant things Hermione had ever done was trap that terrible woman. At least something was resolved. Hermione kept reading the Daily Prophet, and still Fudge didn't seem to want to give in to tell the public that Voldemort was back. Every day, people were just-waiting, waiting for their death to come. But Hermione told herself that now was the time to start having fun with her life. Things like these shouldn't bother you every day.

Oh, I do hope this works she thought. If it doesn't, I don't know what I'll do. Ron can be awfully stubborn at times. But he is the first and only person I've ever cared about in this way. It took me so long to figure out what it was. His beautiful eyes, his flaming red hair...

"Hermione, owl post!" Mrs. Granger called from downstairs.

"Coming, mum!" she called back, hurrying down into the kitchen.

"If it's from Ron about when you'll be able to stay, anytime is fine with me."

"Alright" she said, picking up two letters and running back to her room.

The first one she picked up was from Harry.

Dear Hermione,

I promise I won't tell Ron, but I think you are being incredibly sneaky. Still, this should be quite funny, so I'll help you with this if you need it. I'm glad to know that you are trying to help with Sirius, but I really don't think we need to worry about it now. Do you still have Rita Skeeter in that jar? Just curious. I'm going over to Ron's house ASAP, since Dumbledore managed to get the Weasley's house protection in the same way that the Dursley's is. I'll be at Ron's before my birthday! I'll actually have some company. Can't wait to see you.

Harry

Hermione smiled. She picked up the next letter, hoping it was from Ron.

Dear Mione,

Fine! Just smother it in my face, why don't you! I hope "Vicky" is doing all right. Well, come whenever you want...Harry is coming really soon, so I hope you've gotten him a birthday present. Perhaps dad, Harry and I could come pick you up on Sunday at 6:30 pm. Whenever is fine. Just let me know. Oh, have I told you? I'm going out with Padma Patil. She's sending me all these love letters. Really sappy stuff, too..she's written 6 poems for me already, and 3 songs. Well, owl me back. See you soon..

1 Ron

Hermione stared at the letter. She felt furious. How could this happen? Harry never said in his letter that Padma was sending him love letters..but then again, Harry might not have known when he wrote the letter to me. But..oh, darn! Now I have competition! I knew this wasn't going to work!

She sighed heavily and went downstairs to consult with her parents, who were fine with Hermione going to Ron's on Sunday. Then, when she was back upstairs, she pulled out a quill and parchment. She took the hot pink ink again, not exactly sure why, and scribbled,

Ron,

Sunday is fine. See you soon.

Hermione.

She felt the period would be affective, and since she usually said, "love," this would defiantly make an effect. Suddenly she realized that she didn't have an owl to use to send the message.

"Mum, is there an owl in the kitchen?" Hermione called.

"The adorable thing is coming up now!" she called.

Pig flew in happily and flew over to Hermione and landed on her shoulder. He gave her an affectionate nip on the cheek and hooted happily.

"Well, at least Ron did something right in keeping you" she said with a smile. "Too bad he's blind to most things."

"Hoot" said Pig in agreement.

"Can you take this to him? I'll see you on Sunday, okay?" she said, tying the letter to his foot.

He hooted again in response and flew out the window. Hermione sighed and started to pack.

"Ron is gonna pay" she muttered angrily, throwing her work robes in her trunk.