I own nothing, all belongs to JKR, I get nothing out of this but sheer and utter joy. Again, thanks to Fain, who is the best beta ever.. -hands you a fire whisky- I wanted to put more Shakespeare in, since I've been obsessed with im since my days of watching 'Wishbone'... but Ron wouldn't have it... Bloody git, he is...

Chapter Five ::

Nervousness and Surprises

"Ginny, I have one more letter before Hogsmeade."
"Okay. Shouldn't be that hard. You've done good so far."
"I'm just nervous, what if she's disappointed? What if she was expecting someone... better?"
"I think you'll be surprised. Just trust me Ron. She won't be disappointed."
"What?" Now I'm defiantly sure I missed something.
"Just trust me."

"Another letter?" I asked.
"Yeah. You want me to read it to you?"
"Sure. Why not."
"Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou are more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd: But thy eternal Summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
"Who's that one?"
"William Shakespeare."
"I remember that one."
"What?"
"That day you saw me in the library. I remember that sonnet."
"Oh. Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you remember it?" Because I thought of you and because I'm the one writing the letters, I thought.
"I dunno. It just kind of...stuck with me, I guess."
"Oh."
"Are you going to write him? Tell him to stop or whatever?"
"Well, I talked to Ginny about it earlier, since she was there when I got it."
"Oh. And?"
"She says I should write to him and tell him to meet me in Hogsmeade."
"Are you?"
"Yeah. It'll be nice to know who he is, finally."
"We better get going, Lupin'll blow his top if we're late."

"Come on! Ron step it up!" Lupin yelled. I guess I was slacking.
"Lupin, can we please stop? We've been running for two hours!" I said, slowing down.
"Fine, fine." Harry and Hermione slowed down, "We'll finish training tomorrow."

"So did you write to him?" Ginny asked. I pretended to look at a Quidditch magazine, not listening.
"Sure did."
"Post it tomorrow, that'll leave the next day for his answer and then the next day, you'll meet him" Ginny looked at me, making sure I heard her. I nodded.

"Harry, this is going to sound really stupid."
"You want to know what to wear."
"...Yes."
"I'm not sure. I'm sure she'll like you in whatever you wear."
"Er, thanks."
"Yeah. A bit weird isn't it?" He asked, heading towards the door.
"A bit, yeah."

In the end I decided on jeans and a worn grey sweater. When I replied to Hermione, I told her outside The Hog's Head, only because it was quieter there. She owled me again, and said okay. This was nerve racking. Very nerve racking. I walked into Hogsmeade, determined to get there before Hermione. It was couple of minutes before I saw her tiny frame walking toward me.
"Ron?!"