That evening an owl came for Hermione just as she and Ginny were about to
get in to bed. She took the letter from it excitedly, and the two of them
sat on Ginny's bed to read it, knowing whom it was from.
[I]Dear Hermione,[/I] it said, in a neat hand,
[I]I am hoping that you are well. I am good.
I am missing you a lot since you left. My mother and father say you may come next summer also.
I hope to visit Hogwarts again this year. Fleur will also be coming, as Dumbledore has invited us.
I am hoping to be seeing your beautiful face soon.
Viktor.[/I]
The two of them giggled uncontrollably, and Ron appeared in the doorway.
"Let me guess, a letter from [I]Vicky[/I]? He should be practising Quidditch instead of writing to [I]you[/I]." He said, Hermione stood up, her hands on her hips,
"It's got nothing to do with you whether Viktor writes to me or not Ron!" She said,
"Yes it has." He said,
"Why?!" She said angrily,
"Because—" He began, but then his ears began to turn pink again, and he stormed off, back to his room.
The days before they would be boarding the Hogwarts Express once again were beginning to flash by quickly, and Hermione was treasuring the time she had left at the burrow, eager as she was to learn.
Yes, Hermione loved to learn, especially when it came to anything to do with the wizarding world as she was, of course, muggle born. But lately, something strange was happening, she was having more of an urge to have fun, and appreciate what she had now, rather than what she would get later thanks to her studies. This probably came from Ron and Harry. They were always having fun, and she almost always disapproved. Then again, maybe this was because of the fears she'd had ever since Voldemort had returned to his body.
Ginny actually, was talking about Voldemort's resurrection just as Hermione was falling to sleep, and they both fell asleep thinking the same thing.
[I]Harry looks a lot taller compared to the last time I saw him[/I]
Ron and Harry also lay awake that night, both thinking.
They were both thinking to the future, this year they would be taking their O.W.Ls, so it was going to be tough. Apart from that, both of them were set in their minds that they would help to make sure Voldemort and the death eaters didn't get 'a good hold', as Hagrid had put it, although how they would do this, neither of them knew.
Harry's thoughts were with Sirius, wherever he might be, he knew he was safe, especially as Dumbledore had instructed him to stay with his friend, Harry's old defence against the dark arts teacher, professor Lupin, he just wished he could see them both.
Ron was thinking about the letter Hermione had received before bed. He hated Viktor Krum. [I]Hated[/I] him. He had everything Ron could ever want.
Even Hermione. But would Hermione ever want him?
Ginny had had suspicions about Hermione liking Harry as more than a friend ever since they got off the Hogwarts Express at the end of last year. Now she thought more than ever that her suspicions were correct.
It was just the way she looked at him; when they spoke she would stare deeply into his dazzling green eyes, and when they were on different sides of a room she would glance at him but then look away when he looked at her, although with a sparkle in her eyes. It was getting to be more than Ginny could take.
On top of knowing Hermione liked Harry, Ginny also got the impression Ron liked Hermione. As annoying as he could be, Ginny didn't want her brother to end up broken hearted, then again, if Ron ended up broken hearted, the likelihood was Ginny would be broken hearted too.
It was so annoying that everything had started whizzing out of control whilst they were at the Burrow because it meant none of them could escape, Ginny just prayed that nobody would make a move on anybody else before she got to Hogwarts. Because at Hogwarts was where she could find help.
[I]Dear Hermione,[/I] it said, in a neat hand,
[I]I am hoping that you are well. I am good.
I am missing you a lot since you left. My mother and father say you may come next summer also.
I hope to visit Hogwarts again this year. Fleur will also be coming, as Dumbledore has invited us.
I am hoping to be seeing your beautiful face soon.
Viktor.[/I]
The two of them giggled uncontrollably, and Ron appeared in the doorway.
"Let me guess, a letter from [I]Vicky[/I]? He should be practising Quidditch instead of writing to [I]you[/I]." He said, Hermione stood up, her hands on her hips,
"It's got nothing to do with you whether Viktor writes to me or not Ron!" She said,
"Yes it has." He said,
"Why?!" She said angrily,
"Because—" He began, but then his ears began to turn pink again, and he stormed off, back to his room.
The days before they would be boarding the Hogwarts Express once again were beginning to flash by quickly, and Hermione was treasuring the time she had left at the burrow, eager as she was to learn.
Yes, Hermione loved to learn, especially when it came to anything to do with the wizarding world as she was, of course, muggle born. But lately, something strange was happening, she was having more of an urge to have fun, and appreciate what she had now, rather than what she would get later thanks to her studies. This probably came from Ron and Harry. They were always having fun, and she almost always disapproved. Then again, maybe this was because of the fears she'd had ever since Voldemort had returned to his body.
Ginny actually, was talking about Voldemort's resurrection just as Hermione was falling to sleep, and they both fell asleep thinking the same thing.
[I]Harry looks a lot taller compared to the last time I saw him[/I]
Ron and Harry also lay awake that night, both thinking.
They were both thinking to the future, this year they would be taking their O.W.Ls, so it was going to be tough. Apart from that, both of them were set in their minds that they would help to make sure Voldemort and the death eaters didn't get 'a good hold', as Hagrid had put it, although how they would do this, neither of them knew.
Harry's thoughts were with Sirius, wherever he might be, he knew he was safe, especially as Dumbledore had instructed him to stay with his friend, Harry's old defence against the dark arts teacher, professor Lupin, he just wished he could see them both.
Ron was thinking about the letter Hermione had received before bed. He hated Viktor Krum. [I]Hated[/I] him. He had everything Ron could ever want.
Even Hermione. But would Hermione ever want him?
Ginny had had suspicions about Hermione liking Harry as more than a friend ever since they got off the Hogwarts Express at the end of last year. Now she thought more than ever that her suspicions were correct.
It was just the way she looked at him; when they spoke she would stare deeply into his dazzling green eyes, and when they were on different sides of a room she would glance at him but then look away when he looked at her, although with a sparkle in her eyes. It was getting to be more than Ginny could take.
On top of knowing Hermione liked Harry, Ginny also got the impression Ron liked Hermione. As annoying as he could be, Ginny didn't want her brother to end up broken hearted, then again, if Ron ended up broken hearted, the likelihood was Ginny would be broken hearted too.
It was so annoying that everything had started whizzing out of control whilst they were at the Burrow because it meant none of them could escape, Ginny just prayed that nobody would make a move on anybody else before she got to Hogwarts. Because at Hogwarts was where she could find help.