Garden thoughts
The summer sun was shining brightly on Ron Weasley's face. It was nice to be alone in the garden for a while. The summer had been rather rough on everybody which made the atmosphere around the burrow rather tense. After Sirius's death Grimmauld place 12 could no longer be used and the order had turned the Burrow into their new Headquarters. Ron's best friend, Harry Potter, continued struggling with his Godfather's death. The intense feeling of guilt and sadness were fixed part of Harry's personality now. Ron felt for his friend and wanted to make him feel better; he had not been successful though. The happy home it once was belonged to the past. The twins spend most of they're time in their new shop. Bill and Charlie, as well as his parents, were busy as members of the order and Percy was still not speaking to the entire family. The only person that was in the house besides Harry and Ron was Ginny. Since Harry had come to the Burrow two weeks after term ended they had sepdn most of their time sitting in silence. There wasn't anything to say that would make Harry feel better. Ron sometimes simply felt he needed to escape from it all. His escape was sitting in garden by himself with a piece of parchment and a quill writing to Hermione.
It had been a month since he last saw her. It was when they came back from Hogwards. His mother had invited Hermione to come and spend the summer at the Burrow but she couldn't. Her parents had planned a long vacation in Italy and as they only saw their daughter once a year she felt she had to go. It didn't mean Ron couldn't write to her though. Italy was pretty far so it took Pigwidegeon quite a while to fly back and forth. This meant Ron couldn't speak to her nearly as often as he wanted. With all that was going on with Harry he felt Hermione was the only one who understood how he was feeling, and the only one who cared for that matter. Everyone is the order was only interested in Harry and Ginny followed suit. Ron sat in the sunshine for a moment thinking about Hermione. She was becoming a better friend by the minute, he thought. Then he picked up his quill and started writing.
Dear Hermione,
I'm glad you're enjoying the Italian sunshine that much. I don't think my skin would be able to handle it that well as it's rather delicate (in a manly sort of way). I'm just sitting in the ordinary British sunshine which is rather enjoyable. Harry and Ginny are inside. Harry had a rough night, I'm not sure whether he slept at all. I sat with him this morning but he doesn't say much. We seem to have a lot of trouble talking about emotions and stuff without a certain someone there to guide us.
Hopefully Pig will find you since you should be coming back to England soon right??? Or maybe that is just wishful thinking on my part. Hopefully you can come to the Burrow really soon because I could really use a friend.
Love, Ron
Ron rolled up the parchment and called for Pig. He tied the letter to Pig's strechted out leg. "You seem to be learning how an owl should behave. Take this to Hermione as fast as you can", Ron said. He laid back down in the grass contemplating how he should spend the rest of the day. Maybe he could go out on his broom and practice his keeping skills. He may have helped Gryffindor win the Quidditch cup last year but who knows what may happen this year. They do have a better chance with Harry back on the team as seeker. On the other hand it would mean he has to get up and the thought alone made him tired. So instead he stayed where he was and thought of Hermione. It was a nasty habit he picked up. Every time he didn't have anything to think about his mind immediately went to Hermione.
Ron didn't think much of it. She was his friend and lately they'd become closer so naturally he'd think of her more. It was a nice image to have in your had. I mean she wasn't exactly ugly. This made Ron think though, Did he think she was pretty? In his mind he went over her facial features. She had very nice brown eyes. If you looked into them properly you'd be able so see what she's thinking. And her smile was very nice as well, especially since she fixed her teeth. I was always nice to see her smile. And her sk... but someone calling his name stopped his train on thought. He got up and looked at the house. Fred was standing by the back door: "Oy, get your but in here and help set the table". Reluctantly Ron got up and whipped the grass off the back of his jeans. He looked down and noticed how short they were once again. It was getting rather embarrassing. His mother said she's buy him new ones but hasn't gotten around to it. He walked to the house and into the kitchen. Not only Fred and George had gotten back but most of the members of the order were there as well. Everyone was carrying pots and pans and plates. He walked to the stove when he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Hi Ron!"