Hermione,

If I wasn't so mad at my brothers I would have written sooner. We're for home next week and the twins are fingerless. Yes, fingerless. I cursed them off. Mum will go mad at me, but I don't care. How dare they get into my private mail!

I promise we'll talk more about this when I get home. I'm sorry that I pressured you into writing me about it, but I just... I don't know. I'm just sorry.

You know, there has never been someone who could drive me as bonkers as you. You can make me so angry, but you make me laugh and you're dead helpful. And on top of that, you're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

Hope the Sticky-Finger Duo didn't bugger you too much. Norbert says, "RAR!"; Charlie says, "See you at the wedding!"; and the twins say, "Mmmmph." (They're bound and gagged in the hall closet without their wands for the rest of the day.)

Truly yours and forever your friend,

Ron Weasley

PS: Don't tell Ginny about any of this, please?

PPS: Have you heard from Harry? He didn't return my last letter, and I'm a little worried.