Hermione awoke to Crooshanks purring madly on top of her head. As if her wild bushy brown hair wasn't bad enough already, Crooshanks laying on it wasn't exactly helping to tame it. She swung her legs over her twin sized bed and started out to the hall and into her bathroom. Its blue walls were meant to be calming yet it didn't seem to be doing the trick as the nightmare from before surfaced once again into her thoughts. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and almost screamed of fright. Besides looking like a wild raccoon with her giant puffy eyes, which were defined by clearly noticeable dark circles, her hair looked like she had stuck her finger in an electric socket and left it there for a few hours. "I look horrendous," she exclaimed. She tried matting it down with water before giving up and pulling it back into a ponytail. She brushed her teeth and looked at them in the mirror. She had always thought that they were a little on the beaver side. Thoughts such as those did nothing for her self- esteem, so she cleared them from her mind. Feeling that she had tried hard enough to look at least halfway decent, she went back into her room, threw on her favorite pair of dark denim jeans and a red peasant top, and continued her morning routine by going downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning, Mum!" Hermione was always quite cheerful in the morning.
"Good morning dear. Did you sleep alright," her mother asked sweetly.
"Yeah, I slept fine." Images from her nightmare flashed once again before her. She couldn't tell her mum about her dream. She wouldn't understand; she was a muggle. There was no doubt in Hermione's mind that her mum knew how dangerous he was because everyone who was associated with the wizarding world knew, but Hermione didn't think that she quite knew just how dangerous.

She quickly ate breakfast, pancakes were here favorite, and marched back upstairs. She knew what she had to do before she could do anything else and that was to send the letter to The Burrow. The problem was her mom wasn't ready since it was only eight o'clock in the morning, and she had no particular place to be that early. What was she going to do? She couldn't drive herself, nor could she use magic. Then she remembered. Crooshanks! The thought alone made her jump for joy. How could she have forgotten? She had finished all her summer reading early this year and took the opportunity to teach Crooshanks how to carry things around and where to take them. Crooshanks could carry it to an owlery and make sure it was sent off. Brilliant! She quickly grabbed the roll of parchment off her desk hardly able to contain herself and called Crooshanks over. "Crooshanks, come here kitty kitty." She had to say this line a few times before the cat eventually came over to her. "Crooshanks, please take this to the olwery and make sure it is sent to Harry and Ron at The Burrow," she asked politely. Crooshanks meowed in understanding before prancing out the room, down the stairs, and threw the little cat door that took up a little panel on the back door of the kitchen. Hermione knew now that she could calm down and at least try to accomplish something, but what? She decided on finishing up her scrapbook since there were only a few more pictures that needed to be inserted.

After fitting them in at the back of the book, she settled down on her bed and began to finger through the pages. The first page housed a picture of Ron, Harry, and herself all together in their first year at Hogwarts. She smiled to herself as she turned through the next couple of pages before landing on her favorite page. It had her favorite picture on it, once again it was the three of them, but this one was taken just last year, which had been their fifth year at Hogwarts. It was funny to see how grown up they all looked compared to the very first picture she had seen. The most grown up looking in the picture was Ron. He had matured so much since his first year. She had to admit he looked very handsome, and it seemed he had become so as each year went on. His red hair that fell to the nape of his neck looked styled and attractive. His blue- green eyes were bright and merry. His smile looked mysterious and sexy at the same time. She shook herself to her senses. She could feel her cheeks getting extremely red. It recently seemed that these feelings always occurred when thoughts of Ronald Weasley arose. This year was going to be her year, she thought quietly to herself. This year was the year she would tell Ron just how much and for how long she had liked him. Hopefully, he would feel the same way too!

She threw a side ways glance at her clock and realized that she had been looking at her book for two and a half hours. She had been so wrapped up in it that she had completely lost track of time. Crooshanks hadn't yet returned, which brought back feelings of anxiety. Hermione decided that she would review some of the spells she would be learning in a week's time at Hogwarts. This went on for about an hour before her eyes steadily drooped and she fell asleep with the Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6) left open in front of her.

Once Hermione awoke, outside had already turned dark. She looked at the clock once more; it read eight o'clock in the evening. Wow! She had slept for hours. "I guess that's what happens when you stay up tossing and turning all night," she thought aloud. Crooshanks had returned, and with her was another roll of parchment. Hermione jumped up out of bed and raced to where the parchment lie. She quickly opened it and began reading what it said.

Hermione, Thanks for your concern, but everyone is fine her. Fred and George have been keeping us entertained with a new product for their joke shop. It's called The Jumping Jangabuster. It's amazing! Ron is just fine. It seems he has been sharing his concern as well, only it's been for you. I think it has been everyday now that he asks if I think you are okay or what I think you are doing. Anyway, I sense your urgency and have set up to come to London with the Weasley family tomorrow. We will be staying at the Leaky Cauldron until school starts. Might you be able to come as well? Since you needed all of us to talk, Ron and I agreed on meeting you in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies in Diagon Alley tomorrow at noon. Can't wait to see you there.

Always,
 Harry

Hermione began dancing around the room. Staying at the Leaky Cauldron would be great! Not to mention, she would have lots of time with Ron. Oh my gosh! Ron was going to be there! She quickly ran to her closet and began searching for an outfit to wear for tomorrow. If Ron was going to be there she had to look good.

After making the arrangements with her mom and dad, Hermione returned to her room to sleep once again, only she couldn't. She was going to see Ron tomorrow. She was going to be able to talk to him once again. She drifted asleep, even though she thought she wouldn't be able to, thinking about Ron.