Charmed Summer
by LuNa LoVeGoOd

Disclaimer : I do not own any of the following characters. These characters were all created in the wonderful mind and imagination of J.K Rowling,:)

Chapter One

Ron Weasley lay flat on his back in his small, bright bedroom. He looked up at the ceiling and listened without interest to the ghould groning over him.

Ron was bored , tired, and found these days that nothing interested him. It was the beginning of summer holidays and hadn't heard from either of is friends Harry or Hermione. Ron's heart did a flip flop, and felt as if his stomach dropped. Hermione.

He sat up bolt right in his bed, something he had been doing for quite some time now, when he would lie awake in bed at night then , somehow the name Hermione would swim around in his head.

Why though? Ron would think every night, since the night of his last day of his fifth year of Hogwarts. Why do I keep thinking about Hermione? Then a horrible thought struck his head. D- do you like Hermione? Ron asked himself, staring around his room. His tiny desk caught his eye and Ron walked over and sat in his spindly chair and thought.

He thought of Hermione's hair, ho w it flowed when she ran , and how it would swing when she turned to face him. He thought of her walk, her perfec t straight walk, and her talk, her voice was so smooth but bold at the same time. Her face, how it glowed when she was pleased with herself, or how she flushed when she was embarrased. He thought aout her startling brown eyes which would sparkle when she found out a difficult problem and when you would stare, stare right into her eyes, you would feel as if the whole world around you was safer and closer then it already was.

' I do , ' Ron whispered softly, ' I do like Hermione,'

Another horrible thought struck him. What if he could never bring up the courage to tell her? What if she thought him a slug and storm out on him? What if, worst of all, she didnt like him and then march ot on him and then their friendship was ruined?

I cant tell her, Ron thought. But no, that wouldnt be right. What if one day Ron died, and Hermione never knew his feelings for her? What if Hermione fell in love with someone else and Ron didnt tell her in time?

I have to tell her then, said Ron and picked up his quill and began to write a letter to Hermione.

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'UGH!' Ron screamed , crumpling his paper and throwing his twenty forth love letter to the ground, ' Shut up!' Ron yelled to the ceiling, but was eally yelling at the gruesome ghould above him, who was apparently amused that Ron couldn't write a love letter.

' I cant do this' Ron admitted finally, and gathered up all the crumpled papers off the floor.

' I need someone who's good with this kind of thing, ' said Ron looking around at his room. Percy? He wrote all those love letters to Penelope Clearwater. Nah, he would probably say he was too busy researching the history of dragon hide gloves or something, thought Ron remebering Percy's report on cauldron bottoms.

Fred and George? No, they wouldn't stop laughing their heads off at me, I need someone who is good with love, someone who has a crush, but doesnt want to let that person know kind of thing. Then it him :

Ginny.