Chapter One- A letter to Hermione
It has been a long time since Ron had seen Hermione. Well, if you call two months a long time. Ron realized he had done the most foolish thing that he knew only came with age, he fell in love. He felt something toward Hermione since his second year at Hogwarts, but he was too daft to realize it wasn't just friendship; it was love along with it. He was lying on his bed, quite still since the bed squeaks every time he seemed to move. He had grown quite tall in just the two months after the last day of their 4th year. He was now a six-foot tall young man of 15. He stared at the ceiling for a little while, changing his thoughts back and forth from his worrying of Harry and his day dreaming of Hermione.
He was then rudely interrupted by his mum calling from downstairs. Ron sat up slowly and got off his bed even slower; he wasn't really in the mood for anything that day. He was able to trudge slowly down the stairs and then had to at least put on an act making it seem like he wasn't really in any pain of not seeing or hearing from Hermione or Harry in such a long time. (Also a pang of jealousy hit him earlier from remembering that Hermione went to Bulgaria to see Krum.) Ron rubbed his eyes in an attempt to convince his mother that he was still a bit drowsy and she probably woke him up.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Love. Did I wake you?" Mrs. Weasley said as she finished making, most likely, Ron's belated breakfast. Ron went over to where his mother was and shrugged.
"What did you call me for Mum?" Ron asked as he pulled out a chair to sit in. Mrs. Weasley smiled and looked at Ron straight in the eye with a smile.
"Harry is allowed to come over here. Dumbledore just sent an owl earlier saying that he's allowed to," Mrs. Weasley said still smiling.
Ron's eyes were wide and he finally was much happier than he had been all week long. "Can I go send Harry an owl now?" Ron jumped up and anxiously waited for his mum's answer. Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but say yes at Ron's anxious face. Ron smiled and turned to go back upstairs. On his first to steps up, Ron heard his mother yell behind him that he could also invite Hermione, too.
Ron stopped at the sound of her name, and thought about inviting her. He did want to see her again, but what if she was starting to like Krum even more, and crush his hopes of him actually having a chance with Hermione. He stifled his own sigh and turned around to his mother. "Okay, I'll send them both owls," Ron tried to put some feeling of enthusiasm in what he said even though he was sad about him losing Hermione.
He went upstairs and closed his door behind him. He took out some parchment, ink and quill and addressed the first letter to Hermione.
Hermione was in a chair in the corner of the room and was deeply reading a new book of charms that the librarian at Hogwarts let her borrow over the summer. She just came back two weeks ago from her. interesting. trip to Bulgaria to visit Krum. She spent a week there, and, quite frankly, she loved being home.
Krum was very nice, but, he just wasn't that interesting to hold her attention long. They agreed to be friends and keep in touch, but they decided not to go any further.
Hermione's thoughts were actually on the one person who she had liked for the longest time, but was sadly always a boy. Ron. She couldn't stop thinking about him when she was in Bulgaria. Everything reminded her of him. But then she remembered the Yule Ball, and she was still peeved at him for acting like such a git.
Hermione still sighed at the thought of him. But he is adorable, Hermione thought to herself as she closed her book. She was about to leave her room when she heard tapping at her window. She looked over and saw Ron's owl. "PIG!" Hermione yelled as she ran toward the window to let him in. She almost tripped over some of her books on the floor just trying to get to the miniature bird.
She was able to let Pig, and grab the letter before he flew rapidly to her shelf. Hermione was too busy reading Ron's letter to care where Pig went at the moment. Ron's letter said:
Hermione-
Hello! I just wanted to write to you to ask if you wanted to come over to the Burrow later this week. Harry is coming here since we just got an Owl from Dumbledore saying he could, and I was thinking that maybe we can all just be together for a while since it seems like this year is going to be a little harder than usual. Well, just write back with your answer, and hopefully you can come over here.
Love, Ron
Hermione almost knocked over the bottle of ink in the hurry to reply back to Ron's letter. She took a piece of left over parchment and wrote a quick message to Ron.
It has been a long time since Ron had seen Hermione. Well, if you call two months a long time. Ron realized he had done the most foolish thing that he knew only came with age, he fell in love. He felt something toward Hermione since his second year at Hogwarts, but he was too daft to realize it wasn't just friendship; it was love along with it. He was lying on his bed, quite still since the bed squeaks every time he seemed to move. He had grown quite tall in just the two months after the last day of their 4th year. He was now a six-foot tall young man of 15. He stared at the ceiling for a little while, changing his thoughts back and forth from his worrying of Harry and his day dreaming of Hermione.
He was then rudely interrupted by his mum calling from downstairs. Ron sat up slowly and got off his bed even slower; he wasn't really in the mood for anything that day. He was able to trudge slowly down the stairs and then had to at least put on an act making it seem like he wasn't really in any pain of not seeing or hearing from Hermione or Harry in such a long time. (Also a pang of jealousy hit him earlier from remembering that Hermione went to Bulgaria to see Krum.) Ron rubbed his eyes in an attempt to convince his mother that he was still a bit drowsy and she probably woke him up.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Love. Did I wake you?" Mrs. Weasley said as she finished making, most likely, Ron's belated breakfast. Ron went over to where his mother was and shrugged.
"What did you call me for Mum?" Ron asked as he pulled out a chair to sit in. Mrs. Weasley smiled and looked at Ron straight in the eye with a smile.
"Harry is allowed to come over here. Dumbledore just sent an owl earlier saying that he's allowed to," Mrs. Weasley said still smiling.
Ron's eyes were wide and he finally was much happier than he had been all week long. "Can I go send Harry an owl now?" Ron jumped up and anxiously waited for his mum's answer. Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but say yes at Ron's anxious face. Ron smiled and turned to go back upstairs. On his first to steps up, Ron heard his mother yell behind him that he could also invite Hermione, too.
Ron stopped at the sound of her name, and thought about inviting her. He did want to see her again, but what if she was starting to like Krum even more, and crush his hopes of him actually having a chance with Hermione. He stifled his own sigh and turned around to his mother. "Okay, I'll send them both owls," Ron tried to put some feeling of enthusiasm in what he said even though he was sad about him losing Hermione.
He went upstairs and closed his door behind him. He took out some parchment, ink and quill and addressed the first letter to Hermione.
Hermione was in a chair in the corner of the room and was deeply reading a new book of charms that the librarian at Hogwarts let her borrow over the summer. She just came back two weeks ago from her. interesting. trip to Bulgaria to visit Krum. She spent a week there, and, quite frankly, she loved being home.
Krum was very nice, but, he just wasn't that interesting to hold her attention long. They agreed to be friends and keep in touch, but they decided not to go any further.
Hermione's thoughts were actually on the one person who she had liked for the longest time, but was sadly always a boy. Ron. She couldn't stop thinking about him when she was in Bulgaria. Everything reminded her of him. But then she remembered the Yule Ball, and she was still peeved at him for acting like such a git.
Hermione still sighed at the thought of him. But he is adorable, Hermione thought to herself as she closed her book. She was about to leave her room when she heard tapping at her window. She looked over and saw Ron's owl. "PIG!" Hermione yelled as she ran toward the window to let him in. She almost tripped over some of her books on the floor just trying to get to the miniature bird.
She was able to let Pig, and grab the letter before he flew rapidly to her shelf. Hermione was too busy reading Ron's letter to care where Pig went at the moment. Ron's letter said:
Hermione-
Hello! I just wanted to write to you to ask if you wanted to come over to the Burrow later this week. Harry is coming here since we just got an Owl from Dumbledore saying he could, and I was thinking that maybe we can all just be together for a while since it seems like this year is going to be a little harder than usual. Well, just write back with your answer, and hopefully you can come over here.
Love, Ron
Hermione almost knocked over the bottle of ink in the hurry to reply back to Ron's letter. She took a piece of left over parchment and wrote a quick message to Ron.