Summary: Harry and the gang are all grown up and out of school. Let's say their....25. Ron and Hermione are married. Harry and Ginny are dating. This first chapter is more like the prolouge, but whatever. Umm....right the plot. Ok so Ginny finds a box of love letters that Harry and Ron wrote while they were in school. Oh the possibilites! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.

A/N: Ok. This is my first fanfic story, so be kind! Please reveiw!

Forgotten Love Letters

PROLOUGE

"Ouch!" Ron screamed as the navy blue couch that had been floating in mid-air fell on his foot.

"Whoops, sorry." Fred said as he watched George bewitch one of Ron's suitcases to float out his bedroom door and down the stairs to the main floor of the Burrow. Fred walked over to George and pretended to sob. "George, can you believe it? Our ickle Ronnikins grown up and moving out?"

George sniffed, trying to hide his laughter. "It seems like only yesterday our little Ron was crying about something or other. And now look at him – "

"Wait a minute George," Fred interrupted, "that was only yesterday!"

George laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Boys, can you please stop making my husband blush? Look, his ears are pink." With this, Ron's ears and cheeks turned a bright red.

Harry laughed with the twins this time. "Hermione," Harry said, "stop trying to stand up for Ron – it's just making him blush more."

Ron looked like he wanted nothing more then to give Harry a punch on the nose, but lucky for Harry Ginny walked into the room. She looked at Fred and George and said, "Mum's looking for you too. The suitcase you just sent down broke her favorite vase." Fred and George suddenly looked mournful as they slowly walked out of the room. Ginny looked at Ron and Hermione. "Mum made some fudge for you as a house warming gift."

Ron's eyes lit up. "Yes! I love the fudge she makes! Tell her we're just going to finish packing and come right down. It won't take more than ten minutes."

Ginny nodded and walked over to Harry. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him lightly on his cheek. "You will stay for dinner won't you, Harry?" Harry nodded. "Good. Mum's on the verge of tears because Ron's leaving. She might be able to hold it in better if you're staying. Let's go and see if she needs any help with dinner." Harry held on to Ginny's hand as she led him out the door.

Hermione walked over to where Ron was folding clothes and sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she placed a gentle kiss on Ron's lips. "You know we can pack a lot faster with magic." She pulled out her wand and waved it at the clothes and other random things lying around as she said, "pack!" The clothes flew neatly into Ron's trunk as the posters on his walls folded up and went tidily next to the clothes. All that was left in the room now, besides Ron and Hermione was Ron's trunk.

Ron stood up and looked sadly around his room. He was going to miss the Burrow. He had lived there his whole life and now...he wouldn't. Now he would have his own house. Well, almost his own house. Hermione would be there of course, but his brothers wouldn't. His parents wouldn't be there. Just him and Hermione. Ron couldn't wait.

"Ron, what's wrong? You look worried." Hermione's voice put an end to his thinking.

"Nothing. Just thinking about leaving. I'm going to miss it, but in away I won't." Ron took a step towards her and put his hands on her waist. "I can't wait until we get home," he whispered in her ear.

Hermione laughed and kissed him again. "Boys," she said as she shook her head.

"Aw, will you look at that? These two can't keep their hands off each other. It's sick. Sweet, but sick." Fred said to George and Harry who were all standing in the doorway.

Harry looked at them. "This is nothing. Your mum is going to get quite mushy. Ron is her last son, after all."

George made a gagging sound. "I heard her talking to Dad. After Percy....well, Harry's right. It's going to take at least twenty minutes to convince her that Ron will come back to visit."

Hermione grabbed Ron's hand. "Well, we should probably get going. Let's go." With that, Harry led the way downstairs followed by the twins with Ron and Hermione last.

George was right. Twenty-five minutes later Mrs. Weasly has finally stopped crying. "Take care of him, Hermione. Ron, send me an owl when you're all settled in. Oh, I'm going to miss you so much!" She pulled Ron into another bear hug.

"Mum. Mum! Let go! I don't think he can breathe!" Ginny told her mother. Mrs. Weasly let go again and turned to Hermione.

"I'll take care of him." Hermione promised.

"Oh, dear. I know. I'll miss you too." She pulled Hermione into a long hug. After a few minutes she let go and kissed Hermione's forehead in a motherly way. "Good-bye." She sniffed, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing at her eyes.

Hermione turned to Harry. "I'll see you soon, I know, but I'll miss you until then." She hugged Harry then pulled away to talk to Ginny.

Ron was talking to Fred and George. He gave each of them a quick brotherly hug and turned to his dad. "Bye. We'll see you soon. Mum, don't cry, I'll send you an owl." Ron took Hermione's hand and opened the door. With one last round of good-byes the couple turned and walked out the door.

Ron heard the door shut behind him and smiled. "Free at last," he mumbled to himself.