Hello! Ok, I promise promisr promise I am really trying to make the chapters long. Let's see how it goes!
The day had passed and night had fallen. Everyone was cozy up in their beds, everyone that is, except for Ron Weasley.
He couldn't sleep. He just couldn't. Maybe it had to do with that fact that if he fell asleep, he'd only wake up to tomorrow, and tomorrow was something he did not want to face. Tomorrow was the day Hermione Granger would leave.
Gingerly he made his way down the stairs, hoping a board wouldn't squeak and wake someone up. When he reached the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of milk, lit a candle, and sat down to read a letter he had just recently received from his brother Bill. "Wonder what he has to say." He said to no one as he opened the envelope.
Dear Ron, (it read.)
How's it going? I heard you and Hermione are back together so I thought I'd write and say congratulations!
"News gets around fast in this family." Said Ron snorting.
You're probably guessing Mom or Fred and George owled me like last time.
"Of course I do!"
Well, they did, but I already knew, sort of. If you haven't noticed yet, which it's pretty hard not to, you two are on everything. (Look at the bottom of the front page of the Daily Prophet if you haven't already.) Looks like more people are sharing the moment you two had at the Quidditch Cup than you thought. Congrats again on the World Cup by the way.
Ron made note of looking for the picture.
Listen, I don't know how you got so lucky with meeting Hermione again, (Hasn't it been five years?) and then getting together with her again, but do yourself a favor. Don't lose her again.
–Bill
P.S.
Follow my advice, ok?
Ron set down the letter from his brother, and began to look for the Daily Prophet. After a minute or so of searching he found it on a table in another room, and sat back down in the kitchen. His eyes fell to the bottom of the page. There, slightly to the right of the center, was a picture of him twirling Hermione around, a moment he hadn't even come close to forgetting.
Ron sat staring at the picture for quite some time; he couldn't take his eyes off of it. His heart ached. "Hey. Mind if I join you?"
It was his little sister, Ginny. He held out his hand to an empty chair. "So why are you up?" he asked after she took a seat.
"Bad dream." Ginny replied. "This clown was following me wanting to give me an evil kiwi." She shook as she retold it. Ron laughed silently. "Hey, you'd be scared if you had a clown stalking you too! So why are you up? Spiders forcing you to tap-dance again?"
"No!" said Ron quickly. Ack, anything but spiders! "I couldn't sleep. 'Been thinking about Hermione." Over the years the two siblings had become quite close, and Ron was very open with her. Ginny had helped him through his separation with Hermione the first time and that was what kept him from going mad.
"Oh," replied Ginny. They were both silent for a moment.
"It's just tomorrow's my last day with her... and then she's gone. Again. I don't want to lose her a second time; I don't want to go through that again. I just can't let her leave yet again. I keep wishing I could keep her here somehow." Said Ron sadly.
"Well," said Ginny after a minute, "You've got to do something then. And to be honest, I don't want you to lose her either. It's sort of like serendipity that you two met again."
Ron paused thinking over what Ginny had said. "Hey Ginny?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you come with me to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning?"
"You mean like in a few hours, then?" asked Ginny. She looked over Ron, wondering what he was going to do at Diagon Alley. Then she recognized the expression on his face. It was an expression she had seen him wear quite often when she had caught him talking to himself back when he and Hermione were dating during their Hogwarts years. Ginny nodded. "What time?"
Ok, somehow that was suppose to be longer. Oy... I'll keep working on it, trust me. Well at any rate, I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading!
The day had passed and night had fallen. Everyone was cozy up in their beds, everyone that is, except for Ron Weasley.
He couldn't sleep. He just couldn't. Maybe it had to do with that fact that if he fell asleep, he'd only wake up to tomorrow, and tomorrow was something he did not want to face. Tomorrow was the day Hermione Granger would leave.
Gingerly he made his way down the stairs, hoping a board wouldn't squeak and wake someone up. When he reached the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of milk, lit a candle, and sat down to read a letter he had just recently received from his brother Bill. "Wonder what he has to say." He said to no one as he opened the envelope.
Dear Ron, (it read.)
How's it going? I heard you and Hermione are back together so I thought I'd write and say congratulations!
"News gets around fast in this family." Said Ron snorting.
You're probably guessing Mom or Fred and George owled me like last time.
"Of course I do!"
Well, they did, but I already knew, sort of. If you haven't noticed yet, which it's pretty hard not to, you two are on everything. (Look at the bottom of the front page of the Daily Prophet if you haven't already.) Looks like more people are sharing the moment you two had at the Quidditch Cup than you thought. Congrats again on the World Cup by the way.
Ron made note of looking for the picture.
Listen, I don't know how you got so lucky with meeting Hermione again, (Hasn't it been five years?) and then getting together with her again, but do yourself a favor. Don't lose her again.
–Bill
P.S.
Follow my advice, ok?
Ron set down the letter from his brother, and began to look for the Daily Prophet. After a minute or so of searching he found it on a table in another room, and sat back down in the kitchen. His eyes fell to the bottom of the page. There, slightly to the right of the center, was a picture of him twirling Hermione around, a moment he hadn't even come close to forgetting.
Ron sat staring at the picture for quite some time; he couldn't take his eyes off of it. His heart ached. "Hey. Mind if I join you?"
It was his little sister, Ginny. He held out his hand to an empty chair. "So why are you up?" he asked after she took a seat.
"Bad dream." Ginny replied. "This clown was following me wanting to give me an evil kiwi." She shook as she retold it. Ron laughed silently. "Hey, you'd be scared if you had a clown stalking you too! So why are you up? Spiders forcing you to tap-dance again?"
"No!" said Ron quickly. Ack, anything but spiders! "I couldn't sleep. 'Been thinking about Hermione." Over the years the two siblings had become quite close, and Ron was very open with her. Ginny had helped him through his separation with Hermione the first time and that was what kept him from going mad.
"Oh," replied Ginny. They were both silent for a moment.
"It's just tomorrow's my last day with her... and then she's gone. Again. I don't want to lose her a second time; I don't want to go through that again. I just can't let her leave yet again. I keep wishing I could keep her here somehow." Said Ron sadly.
"Well," said Ginny after a minute, "You've got to do something then. And to be honest, I don't want you to lose her either. It's sort of like serendipity that you two met again."
Ron paused thinking over what Ginny had said. "Hey Ginny?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you come with me to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning?"
"You mean like in a few hours, then?" asked Ginny. She looked over Ron, wondering what he was going to do at Diagon Alley. Then she recognized the expression on his face. It was an expression she had seen him wear quite often when she had caught him talking to himself back when he and Hermione were dating during their Hogwarts years. Ginny nodded. "What time?"
Ok, somehow that was suppose to be longer. Oy... I'll keep working on it, trust me. Well at any rate, I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading!