Hey!!! I wanna thank all my reviewers cuz u guys ROCK! I am sooo happy
that u like my story (so far) it's gonna be happy for a while then it will
get sad. I guarantee it. (Personally I don't always like sad romances, but
I tend to write sad pieces…)
Ohh, sorry about the typo at the beginning of the last chapter (don't read the past here, I put that 'the' in quite randomly)
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Hermione's POV
Ahhh! I just can't think strait, damn medicine, what am I going to tell them? "hey guys, don't mind the changes…" Oh, this'll be a fun year. What am I saying?! It's got to be a fun year! No, I refuse to think like that, but… no. happy thoughts. I'm just going to write this letter and think of how much fun I'll have at the Burrow…assuming Ron's not so mad that he un- invites me.
Dear Ron and Harry,
I'm sorry that I didn't write for the beginning of the summer. I've been a bit busy, but it's not important now. Ron, if the offer still stands, I'd love to spend the remainder of the holiday at the Burrow with your family and Harry. I'll be home next Saturday, if I could come to your house by floo powder at around noon it would be great. I don't want to intrude, so if I'm not welcome or it's a bad time just say so. Send your response with Athena. (my new owl) I'll talk to you soon.
Love,
Hermione
Does that sound odd? The 'love'? It's so final, I suppose it's fitting, but it's a tad awkward. Especially writing it to Ron, Harry's easy: I love him like a brother. Ron, however, is another story. He doesn't know how I feel about him, but sometimes I get the feeling he feels the same way. It's just wishful thinking on my part…
Ron's POV
"Mom! We're leaving to get Harry! You can unlock Fred and George's door in a minute!"
After last year, mom won't let the twins come pick up Harry. She locked them in their room, it's a bit much if you ask me. They don't really mind though, they've been working all summer on there joke shop supplies. Mum found out but they bought her off. They even bought me new dress robes, dark blue and lace-less. This car ride is taking too bloody long (a/n: happy 'rin? I used bloody.) when will we get there? It didn't take so long last time we 'drove' here. Finally! Private Drive, number 10…8…4!
Ohh, sorry about the typo at the beginning of the last chapter (don't read the past here, I put that 'the' in quite randomly)
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Hermione's POV
Ahhh! I just can't think strait, damn medicine, what am I going to tell them? "hey guys, don't mind the changes…" Oh, this'll be a fun year. What am I saying?! It's got to be a fun year! No, I refuse to think like that, but… no. happy thoughts. I'm just going to write this letter and think of how much fun I'll have at the Burrow…assuming Ron's not so mad that he un- invites me.
Dear Ron and Harry,
I'm sorry that I didn't write for the beginning of the summer. I've been a bit busy, but it's not important now. Ron, if the offer still stands, I'd love to spend the remainder of the holiday at the Burrow with your family and Harry. I'll be home next Saturday, if I could come to your house by floo powder at around noon it would be great. I don't want to intrude, so if I'm not welcome or it's a bad time just say so. Send your response with Athena. (my new owl) I'll talk to you soon.
Love,
Hermione
Does that sound odd? The 'love'? It's so final, I suppose it's fitting, but it's a tad awkward. Especially writing it to Ron, Harry's easy: I love him like a brother. Ron, however, is another story. He doesn't know how I feel about him, but sometimes I get the feeling he feels the same way. It's just wishful thinking on my part…
Ron's POV
"Mom! We're leaving to get Harry! You can unlock Fred and George's door in a minute!"
After last year, mom won't let the twins come pick up Harry. She locked them in their room, it's a bit much if you ask me. They don't really mind though, they've been working all summer on there joke shop supplies. Mum found out but they bought her off. They even bought me new dress robes, dark blue and lace-less. This car ride is taking too bloody long (a/n: happy 'rin? I used bloody.) when will we get there? It didn't take so long last time we 'drove' here. Finally! Private Drive, number 10…8…4!
