Here's the next chapter! Yay for weekends! ( Sorry so short!)

After the Weasly's had their breakfast, they were ready to leave. Well, almost.

"Can we go yet?" Ginny demanded. She was practically bouncing off the walls.

"Not yet... we have to wait for your father." Mrs. Weasly said. Mr. Weasly had Disappearated with several bags of luggage.

"How about now?" she squeaked, rocking back and forth on her heels.

"NO, Ginny, now go that way, sit down somewhere or something..." Mrs. Weasly bustled around, making sure that everything was in order before they left.

"Now?" Ginny piped up about, oh, two seconds later. Just then, the arm marked 'Mr. Weasly' clicked to 'Home'.

"Now, Ginny. Get ready. Now, we can go." Mrs. Weasly smiled.

At the exact moment Ron Weasly was preparing to leave the Burrow, Hermione Granger was rolling over in her sleep. She was having a very peculiar dream.

Suddenly, Hermione awoke with a start. Something was tap-taping at her window. It was Hedwig, Harry Potter's owl, and she had a letter attached to her leg. She barely processed Harry's words as her eyes flew over the page. She absently petted Hedwig, then grabbed some parchment to write a letter of her own.

Dear Harry,

How's your summer been? Mine's good... I ran into Ron and Ginny the other day
in Diagon Alley. Speaking of Ron, I just had a very odd dream about him last night. It's probably nothing... It's horribly boring around her without
you both! Well, have a good summer. Write me if you need anything!
3 from,
Hermione

Hermione didn't know why she didn't explain her dream. It was just—weird! Too weird to be thinking like that about her best guy friends. Harry wouldn't care about her silly, nonsense dream, anyway. Quickly, she straightened up as she tied the letter onto Hedwig, gave her a final pat, and set her out the window. Then, Hermione returned to her bed.

Harry stretched out his legs, and threw his schoolbook across his bed. He was waiting for a response from Hermione. But, maybe it was too early in the morning. Hermione was probably still sleeping. After all, it was only 8:30.

Harry could barely remember the question he'd asked her. He was just so—bored! Too much schoolwork, too much Dudley, too much being closed up in his room, too much Privet Drive. He just wanted some friendly communication.

Finally, Hedwig was back. But, as Harry reed her letter, he could tell she much not have been fully awake. A dream? About Ron? He hoped they werent getting to be... more than friends. That would be too weird right now.