A/N…Thought I might do three people's point of view, but there will only be a few chapters like this one, so stay with me!
Disclaimer…same as before….please don't get mad if I took an idea or two, but I think this approach is mine, I haven't seen it in any other stories!
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Miles and miles away from the train, a redheaded boy with way too many freckles sat in his room staring at a small bird flapping its wings very hard approaching his window.
"Oy, Pig!" He opened the window letting the small but exuberant bird fly and settle itself on a perch next to the bed, breathing heavily. Removing the letter from the leg of the bird he plopped down on his bed to read it, sighing as he saw the bird gulping down the freshly filled bowl of water.
The letter read…
'Dear Ron,
Hope your summer has been going great, this list of school supplies is quite long this year, that's probably why they sent it so early. Harry told me that he was going to the Burrow for the summer this year as well, I am going to write his letter next. Tell him that Hedwig is on her way. I'm not sure when this will reach you, but hopefully before I see you. I'll see you all at Platform 9 and ¾ on the first! Oh yes, tell everyone I said Hello, and tell Fred and George that I hope their newfound business is going well! I will talk to you later!
Love,
Hermione'
The boy blushed almost enough to match his hair. He reread the letter again, paying close attention to the signature. "Love, Hermione." He blushed again at the thought, even though he knew she signed her letters like that because she cared deeply for both he and The Boy Who Lived. Deep down inside he wanted her to care more for him than Harry, he wanted to be more than the friends that they had been for the last 6 years of their lives. He was close to 18 now, and he needed to figure out what he was going to do with his life. His little sister Ginny had already devoted herself to helping her older brother's run their joke shop and be their financial advisor. Of course their mother had not been happy about this, but she couldn't stay mad at her only girl for long.
Then a dark haired boy walked into his room, his jet black hair dripping wet, and clad only in a towel.
"Oy, mate, I don't want to see that!" He said jokingly as Harry searched through his trunk for a pair of boxers and some clothes for the day.
"Sorry, but I forgot my clothes when I took a shower."
At that minute a little girl with red hair matching the color of everyone else in her family walked by the room looking in. Her eyes got big as saucers as she stared at the half naked Harry. Everyone in the house knew that he had been the object of her obsession since her first year at Hogwarts when he saved her life.
"Ginny! Go away, stop gawking at Harry, not like you've never seen him with his shirt off before!"
The girl turned as red as her hair, running from the doorway and into her room. They both heard her door slam and started laughing hysterically as Harry went back to the bathroom to change and then walked back into Ron's small attic room.
"Hey Harry, can I talk to you?"
"Yeah, sure Ron, why wouldn't you be able to?"
"Well its about Hermione." He handed Harry the letter and let him read it.
"Okay? So what, seems like a normal Hermione letter to me."
"Exactly, she always signs yours, 'Love, Hermione.' Right?"
"Yes," he thought for a moment, a grin crossing his face, "You fancy Hermione don't you Ron?"
The redhead looked at the floor and nodded, listening to his friend laughing at him.
"Well, I knew that you did Ron! It's very obvious!"
"Is it really THAT obvious Harry?"
He shook his head up and down, grinning again.
Ron looked at best friend, he had faced Voldemort, all of his followers, an insane headmaster, and so many other things in his 18 year old life that he couldn't even fathom a normal one. But Ron was sure that he had never felt so strange toward his best female friend, it was like he wanted to be more than her best friend, but was afraid of it as well.
He wondered what Hermione was doing then, hoping she was thinking of him.
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A/N…OOOO this could be an interesting year eh? I smell a Jerry Springer coming on! No just kidding, but this will be defiantly a fun story to write, and to all you Ron fans.. I promise not to break his heart too bad!
Disclaimer…same as before….please don't get mad if I took an idea or two, but I think this approach is mine, I haven't seen it in any other stories!
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Miles and miles away from the train, a redheaded boy with way too many freckles sat in his room staring at a small bird flapping its wings very hard approaching his window.
"Oy, Pig!" He opened the window letting the small but exuberant bird fly and settle itself on a perch next to the bed, breathing heavily. Removing the letter from the leg of the bird he plopped down on his bed to read it, sighing as he saw the bird gulping down the freshly filled bowl of water.
The letter read…
'Dear Ron,
Hope your summer has been going great, this list of school supplies is quite long this year, that's probably why they sent it so early. Harry told me that he was going to the Burrow for the summer this year as well, I am going to write his letter next. Tell him that Hedwig is on her way. I'm not sure when this will reach you, but hopefully before I see you. I'll see you all at Platform 9 and ¾ on the first! Oh yes, tell everyone I said Hello, and tell Fred and George that I hope their newfound business is going well! I will talk to you later!
Love,
Hermione'
The boy blushed almost enough to match his hair. He reread the letter again, paying close attention to the signature. "Love, Hermione." He blushed again at the thought, even though he knew she signed her letters like that because she cared deeply for both he and The Boy Who Lived. Deep down inside he wanted her to care more for him than Harry, he wanted to be more than the friends that they had been for the last 6 years of their lives. He was close to 18 now, and he needed to figure out what he was going to do with his life. His little sister Ginny had already devoted herself to helping her older brother's run their joke shop and be their financial advisor. Of course their mother had not been happy about this, but she couldn't stay mad at her only girl for long.
Then a dark haired boy walked into his room, his jet black hair dripping wet, and clad only in a towel.
"Oy, mate, I don't want to see that!" He said jokingly as Harry searched through his trunk for a pair of boxers and some clothes for the day.
"Sorry, but I forgot my clothes when I took a shower."
At that minute a little girl with red hair matching the color of everyone else in her family walked by the room looking in. Her eyes got big as saucers as she stared at the half naked Harry. Everyone in the house knew that he had been the object of her obsession since her first year at Hogwarts when he saved her life.
"Ginny! Go away, stop gawking at Harry, not like you've never seen him with his shirt off before!"
The girl turned as red as her hair, running from the doorway and into her room. They both heard her door slam and started laughing hysterically as Harry went back to the bathroom to change and then walked back into Ron's small attic room.
"Hey Harry, can I talk to you?"
"Yeah, sure Ron, why wouldn't you be able to?"
"Well its about Hermione." He handed Harry the letter and let him read it.
"Okay? So what, seems like a normal Hermione letter to me."
"Exactly, she always signs yours, 'Love, Hermione.' Right?"
"Yes," he thought for a moment, a grin crossing his face, "You fancy Hermione don't you Ron?"
The redhead looked at the floor and nodded, listening to his friend laughing at him.
"Well, I knew that you did Ron! It's very obvious!"
"Is it really THAT obvious Harry?"
He shook his head up and down, grinning again.
Ron looked at best friend, he had faced Voldemort, all of his followers, an insane headmaster, and so many other things in his 18 year old life that he couldn't even fathom a normal one. But Ron was sure that he had never felt so strange toward his best female friend, it was like he wanted to be more than her best friend, but was afraid of it as well.
He wondered what Hermione was doing then, hoping she was thinking of him.
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A/N…OOOO this could be an interesting year eh? I smell a Jerry Springer coming on! No just kidding, but this will be defiantly a fun story to write, and to all you Ron fans.. I promise not to break his heart too bad!