Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. Unfortunately. But if JK Rowling want to sell them I wouldn't be averse to buying Ron. But until then I don't own them.

Author's Note: This is a story about Hermione running away and having to face her past. It will be from both Ron and Hermione's point of views. They'll switch but not necessarily every chapter. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out who's POV it is. Well, review if you like it. Hell, review if you don't. I can take a little constructive criticism. Just don't be blatantly mean.

Chapter 2: Unwanted Mail

Ron Weasley woke up at 8:00 on Sunday to the tap, tap, tap of glass. Rolling over he saw a large gray owl rapping on his window. He swung his long legs out of bed and stretched. I wish the post wouldn't come so early on Sunday's, he thought.

He opened the window to let the bird fly in. as soon as it was up about a hundred birds flew in, dropped their letters and flew back out.

"Bloody hell!" Ron cursed.

He paid the gray owl 11 Knuts for his paper, and grumbled about raised prices whilst it flew away as well. Tossing the paper on his bed he began to pick up the mess of parchment and envelopes on the floor.

"What in the world is all this racket?" Seamus Finnigan said sleepily, as he walked into Ron's room.

"Yeah, we were trying to sleep," Seamus' girlfriend and Daily Prophet reporter Lavender Brown added, looking just as sleepy as her boyfriend.

Ron looked up at his roommates from where he was kneeling on the floor.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Ruddy fan mail's all over my room."

Lavender and Seamus laughed.

"Aww, poor little famous man," Lavender cooed.

Ron scowled at her.

Seamus chuckled again and said, "There, there Ronnikins. We'll help clean up."

"I wish you'd stop calling me that," Ron groaned.

"Oh but Ronnikins," Lavender said, "Fred and George made it up and it's just so cute." She pinched his cheek and sat at the desk, sifting through the mail that was strewn about on it.

Seamus gave another laugh and joined Ron on the floor. He cleared a space and sat Indian style amongst the letters. He reached out, grabbed the nearest one, ripped it open and started to read aloud.

"Dear Mr. Weasley,

My name is Rebecca Lewis. I am eleven years old and I'm your biggest fan. I think you are very handsome. My sister says you are hot. She's seventeen and she knows what she is talking about. I think you are the greatest singer in the whole wide world.

Love, Rebecca."

"Now that's a little over the top," Lavender remarked, "Has she heard everyone in the whole wide world sing?"

"Ha, ha. Very funny," Ron said dryly.

"No need to get shirty, Ron. She does think you're hot," Seamus grinned.

"Oh, that's just great!" Ron sarcastically raved, "Eleven year olds think I'm hot."

"Here's another," Lavender cried.

"Let's hear it then luv," Seamus called.

Lavender began reading and interrupted herself to add her own thoughts.

"Dear Ron, (Oh first name),

My name is Georgia Richards. I'm an eighteen year old from London. I'm your biggest fan (Funny how you have so many biggest fans). I love all you songs and I want to know if you're ever going to do a concert. I would be so excited if you did. You are my hero.

Love Georgia.

Aww, Ronnikins. You're her hero. How cute!"

"Shuddup, Lav."

"I got another one."

"Open it Seamus."

"No, don't."

Seamus ripped the seal and cleared his throat.

"Ahem. Dear Ronald."

Lavender burst out laughing. Seamus grinned and continued," My name is Lionel Davis. I'm sixteen years old and a prefect at Hogwarts. I really think your music is very good. I am most impressed by your skill. The thing I admire most about you is the amazing things that you and your friends did whilst at school. They were incredible. You saved the school and lots of lives many times. I was disappointed, however, to learn that you broke so many rules. They are there for a reason.

Respectfully, Lionel."

At this Ron let out a hearty laugh. "He sounds just like Percy!"

The mood lightened and they all sorted through the mail making fun of it.

"Oi! Seamus! This one's pink!"

"This one is sealed with a lipstick kiss, Ron."

"Look at this one," coughed Lavender, holding an envelope at arm's length. "It smells like Chanel."

"What's Chanel?"

"It's a kind of Muggle perfume, Ron. It usually smells good, in small quantities, but this is practically drenched in it."

They all laughed as Lavender threw the letter in the trash.

"Oh, what's this?" exclaimed Seamus as he picked up the paper, seeing the picture. "Looks like you made the front page again."

"Let me see," said Ron.

Seamus' eyes widened as he read the headline.

"UhI don't think you want to see it," Seamus said, hiding the paper behind his back.

"Gimme the paper, Seamus."

"No. Lav!" he cried passing the paper over to his girlfriend.

Lavender grabbed the paper from the other side of the bed and looked at the front page.

"Oh my God! They put my article on the front page," she pushed. "I thought it was good, but I didn't think it was that good!"

In her joy, Ron was able to run around and grab the paper. His face fell as he read the headline, Hermione Granger, Who Is She? And Where Is She Now?

He glanced over the article and looked up at Lavender with pain in his eyes.

"You wrote this?" he whispered.

Lavender didn't answer. She just hung her head and concentrated on an interesting spot on the floor.

"Are you really going to look for her?"

"Well" Lavender began, "Well, I was. But if you don't want me to I won't," she added.

Ron thought for a minute. Lavender and Seamus could see the conflict in his eyes.

"If you want to," Ron said hesitantly. "I guess you can. But don't bother her if you find her. If she doesn't want to be found just leave her alone, okay?"

"Sure, Ron." Lavender nodded. "Whatever you say."

They all stood there for a minute in silence. Ron, thinking about what all Lavender's search would mean and Lavender and Seamus looking at each other and anything else except Ron. They were afraid to break the silence. Finally, after what seemed like years though it was only two minutes, Ron sighed and came out of his daze.

"I'm" he started wearily, though he had just woken up, "gonna make some breakfast. And some coffee."

"But Ron," Lavender whispered, "You don't drink coffee."

"Well, I am today," he said and stalked out.

Seamus looked at Lavender with a look of annoyance.

"What?"

"Good one, Lav." Seamus put on a high squeaky voice and tried to sound like a girl. "You don't drink coffee." Then he went back to normal, "I mean really! Why would you say that? The man's depressed, because of your article, I might add. And you're telling him he doesn't drink coffee. When a man sees the love of his life's name splattered on the front page like that he's entitled to drink whatever he bloody well wants to."

"I know that Seamus," she said, exasperated. "I was just mentioning it."

" A hell of a lot of good that did," he cried, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm going to get some breakfast, as well," he added and walked out, leaving Lavender alone in Ron's room.

Well, she thought, Seamus definitely inherited the Irish temper. Cool one minute, hot the next, and the next off to eat.

She was just about to follow her boyfriend when an owl tapped on the window. She answered and found a letter form her boss, Tobey Flaversham, the editor of The Daily Prophet. It read: Lavender! You must write another article on Hermione Granger. The readers loved it. We sold out three printings. SOLD OUT! THREE! I want you to do Past Hermione and Present Hermione articles. You are going to find out everything about her and put it in the paper. We're going to make a bundle off that girl. Got to run. Say hello to that newsmaker Weasley for me. Tobey Flaversham PS- Tell your boyfriend I said hello as well. What's his name? Samuel? Sean? Oh well, you know who I mean.

Oh boy, Lavender thought. Looks like I'm going to get to know Hermione a whole lot better.