A/N: All these love letters are real. I didn't write them but I found them through an link on AOL. I really like Hermione's!

Dear Hermione,

I have admired you from afar since the beginning of the year. I was informed from an unknown source you like me, and I am glad we share the same feelings about each other. So will you go out with me? - Ron

Fred and George were roaring with laughter. Ginny was laughing along with Hermione. Harry had even laughed at that letter. Ron however was looking pissed.

"That wasn't my fault. I got advice on how to write it." Ron said defensively.

"From who?" Ginny laughed. "Obviously someone with little experience with women."

"It was Percy." Ron mumbled.

Fred and George laughed even louder. "Percy? Oh, Ron, you must have been desperate. Good thing you didn't send that one," Fred managed to say between laughs.

Ginny pulled out another crumpled bit of parchment from the box. She unfolded it and giggled. "Here's one from Harry to Cho!"

Harry slouched down into his seat and gave Ron a murderous glare.

"Dear Cho," Ginny read out loud. "Oh baby. The birds sing for you. The stars shine for you. The sun smiles at you. Wanna go on a date? I promise I won't be late. We could go get some tacos. I promise I'll share my nachos. We could see a movie, I think it'd be groovy. Call me, babe. From Harry." Ginny had a huge smile on her face. "Harry why didn't you send this one? It's.....cute" Ginny was trying very hard to hold in her laughter.

Harry mumbled something that no one heard. "What was that?" George asked.

"I didn't know if she knew what tacos or nachos were." Harry said quietly. The whole room burst into a giggle fit.

"I've got another one." Hermione was unfolding a letter. "This one's from Ron again. Dear Hermione, Smiles and tears, giggles and laughs. Late night calls and cute photographs. I'll be there for you till the day of my death. You're my girl forever, till my very last breath."

Ron was slumped in his seat with his face and ears bright red.

"Why didn't you send me this one Ron? I like it." Hermione asked.

Ron was purposefully avoiding Hermione's eyes. "No reason...I, um, was scared," he fibbed as he stared at his feet."

"Ron you're lying. Why didn't you give me this one?" Hermione asked again.

Ron looked at her. "Because I wrote that the day of the Yule Ball in our forth year. I wrote it and then found out you had a date to the Yule Ball...with Krum."

Hermione looked guilty. Sensing the tension, George grabbed another letter. "It's one of Harry's! Dear Cho, I like you. From Harry."

Ginny snorted. "Short and simple. Interesting."

Harry looked at his watch. "When are you leaving?"

Ginny looked at the clock in Hermione and Ron's kitchen. "Oh my gosh! It's almost 3! Good thing I'm not working tomorrow."

George looked at Fred. "We do have to work. We should probably leave soon. We've done enough damage for one night here," He said with a wicked smile.

Fred nodded then grinned back at his twin. "How about one last letter before we go?" He said holding up the last letter from the box. He unfolded it and glanced at the signature at the bottom. "This one is from....Hermione?"

Hermione turned her head immediately at this. "From..me? But...but...Ron? Why is the letter I wrote you in the box of your rejected love letters? Were you going to burn it?"

Ron shifted in his chair uncomfortably. "I must have tossed it in there when we broke up after our seventh year."

Fred started to read the letter. "Dear Ron, I wrote this last night. I'm sorry I walked out on our date. When you told me that you loved me I was scared. I didn't think it was true, but I know it is know. Anyways, this poem is from me to you and I mean every word. Out of all the guys I've ever met, you're the one I can't forget. I think the Lord from up above created you for me to love. If I should die before you do, at Heaven's gates I'd wait for you. If you're not there by Judgment day, I'd know you went the other way. I'd give the angels back their wings, golden harp and everything. To prove that my love is true, I'd go to hell to be with you. Love, Hermione." Fred looked up at Hermione and Ron. "Ron you were going to burn this? You git." He shook his head at his little brother.

"That was the sweetest thing I ever heard." Ginny said with a hint of awe in her voice.

George looked at his watch. "Ok, we really should go. G'night Ron. G'night Hermione." With that George disappeared followed by a loud crack. Fred said his good-byes and disaperated moments after his twin.

Harry said his good byes too, and walked over to the fire. "Ready, Ginny?"

Ginny hugged Ron. "Bye Ron." She took a step towards Hermione and hugged her too. "I'll see you soon. That was a great poem, by the way." Ginny walked over to the fireplace, grabbed a bit of floo powder and looked at Harry before saying to Hermione, "If only Harry wrote like that." She shook her head and walked into the fire.

Harry looked at Ginny's back as she disappeared in the fire. He gave on final murderous look to Ron before stepping into the fire. "You aren't getting anything for Christmas."

A/N: Ok! I think that's it for this story....I'm not sure how I could continue it even if I had any ideas - suggustions welcome!!! If this is the last of this story, I'm working on another Hr/R right now. Please reveiw!