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Trapped In My Own World

Chapter Two

Past Time

'Mione! Come here, I need to tell you something.' He called to Hermione who was standing with Ginny by the opening to platform 9 and 3/4. Hermione looked up, her frizzy brown hair was flying around her slightly tanned face, her eyes sparkling.

She walked over to where he stood and smiled at him 'Ron?' She was so beautiful, he had always thought so. She carried his heart around so gently, even without realizing she held it.

'Mione, I ... I - er ... I wanted to tell you something.' He studdered. He had liked Hermione since he had first meet her, five years ago on the Hogwarts Express and every year after. He wanted to tell her how he felt, now, on the platform where it was a busy mess of students and Muggles walking around, trying to board or leave the train station.

It was a warm summer day, they had all just gotten off the train, ending another year at school. He, Hermione, and Harry had all just finished their fifth year at school and would soon be returning for their sixth year that fall. Ginny, his younger sister had just completed her fourth year and, along with them would return back in two months.

'Oh? What is it Ron?' Hermione smiled again and his heart melted. Her smile brought warmth to him, he felt as though, even after spending the night fighting Voldemort, his world was peaceful and safe, just because she smiled.

'I ... well, Mione ... I just wanted to say I - ' Just as he was about to tell Hermione how much he liked her, his mother called out.

'Ron! Hermione! Come here! I want to take pictures!' His mum shouted.

He sighed as they walked over to the group of Weasley's, all with flaming red hair, and Harry sticking out with his dark brown hair, in the middle of everyone.

His mother first made them all stand together, all of them, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, the twins, and himself. She took a few pictures of everyone. Then made the twins leave. She had Ginny, Harry, Hermione and him stand together, then took a few of only Harry and him, then a few of only Harry and Ginny. Next a couple of Ginny and him. Finally, she moved everyone aside and took a bit of him and Hermione together. He held her tightly as they posed for the picture, laughing and smiling together. 'Alright sweets! That's all the film we've got! It's starting to get dark! I think we should all head home.' His mother laughed as she put the camera away. 'Hermione, love, are your parents picking you up? Or would you like to come back to the Burrow for a while? You know you and Harry are always welcome.'

'Oh thank you Mrs. Weasley, but no thanks, my parents should be here soon.' She smiled as she hugged everyone.

'Bye Mione. I'll see you soon right? The Weasley's invited you over for the summer right?' Harry asked as she hugged him quickly.

'Yeah, they did. I'll probably be there the last week of the summer. Make sure to write, okay?' Hermione told him, sweetly.

She moved over to Ginny, 'Love you Gin! I'll write you when I get home.' She hugged her too and smiled.

'Ron ... I'll miss you. Promise to write?' She asked when she was infront of him.

'Of course.' He smiled down at her, watching the way her curls moved in the wind. A small curl blew out from behind her ear and he was tempted to reach down and put it back into place with the rest. Instead he stuffed his hands safely in his pocket.

'Good, I'll see you soon.' She stood up on tip toe and kissed his cheek lightly.

Hermione took a step back and looked round at everyone. She thanked his mum and went to pick up her trunk as all the Weasley's and Harry left the station.

On the way home as they were all uncomfortably stuffed in the small car they had borrowed from his dad's work, he thought longly of Hermione. He had been so close, he was about to tell her how he felt, that he loved her, that he had loved her ever since the day he first laid eyes on her, but he hadn't gotten the chance. He felt like he had been kicked in the shin, his mouth had gone dry and he couldn't pluck up enough courage to call her away from the group once more before she had left.

He used the whole car trip back to the Burrow up, thinking of Hermione, why he hadn't told her how he felt before, now? Why he liked her, wondering if she liked him. He had worn himself out thinking and worrying and by the time he had arrived home he was to tired to even eat the lunch his mother had made for the family. He went right up to his room and fell asleep.

It felt as though he had just shut his eyes before he was woken again. A small brown owl was tapping at his window. He got up and allowed the bird to fly into his room.

The small owl sat happily on his bed as he untied the letter from it's leg. He opened it and noticed the small, neat hand writing, Hermione's hand writing. He walked over to his desk and began to read the note.

Dear Ron,

You wanted to speak to me before? At the station? What was it you had to say? I'm sure it was important, is it too important for a letter? Would you like to call me? If you can get to a Muggle villiage near by you can call me at my house and we can talk. Alright?

All My Love, Mione

At the bottum, quickly scrawled to the note was a number. He let out a deep breathe and took a quill and parchement out of the desk.

Dear Mione,

No, I didn't have anything very important to say. It was nothing. But I'm happy you wrote me, I take it you got home from the station safe? I can't wait to see you, if you want to come over sooner, you can always ask. Mum wont mind.

Love You, Ron

He sent the letter back with the little brown owl and went out side for some fresh air.

The next few weeks of the summer went by like usual, he ate, slept and wrote to Harry and Hermione. Harry's letters came only once and a while, he assumed this was because his aunt and uncle wouldn't let him write letters to his friends so Harry had to do it when they weren't around.

Hermione's letter though, came always. Three times a day the little brown owl made a visit to his room with a letter from her. They kept close with the letters, he would always wait for the three letters a day, everyday, the first letter would be there when he woke up in the morning, the second would come just after lunch and the last would arrive just before he went to bed. When the owl showed up he would let it in, and give it some water while he wrote back to Hermione.

After the first two weeks Hermione's letters soon dropped to two letters a day, then one. Until the sixth week of summer, when they stopped coming all together.