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Chapter 3

They awoke the next morning to yellow envelopes on their faces.

"Hog-Hogwaaaarts letters are here," Ron said while failing to stifle a yawn.

"Nice observation, mate," Harry said with a note of sarcasm. He received a pillow to the head

and promptly fell off the bed. This awoke Hermione who looked at both boys and giggled.

"What?" they asked.

"You-you're hair, Ron. It's sticking straight up! You're starting to look like Harry!" she

dissolved into another fit of giggles and fell back to her pillow.

Both boys looked at each other and grinned. It was great to hear Hermione laugh. They nodded

at each other and jumped on her bed tickling her.

"Oy, Mione, what exactly is wrong with my hair sticking up?" Harry asked in a mock hurt voice.

"St-stop, I- I can't breathe!!" she laughed.

As Ron went to fix his hair, Harry looked at Hermione. "What do you wanna do today,

Mione?"

"Well since we've gotten our letters, I say we open them and then go to Diagon Alley," she

answered matter of factly.

Harry smacked a hand to his forehead, "I forgot all about the letters! Oy, Ron, get over here.

We're gonna open the letters!"

"Oh what fun!" Ron mocked.

All at once the three opened their letters and yelled their results. They laughed since no one had

understood anybody. Ron decided to go first.

"I got eight," he said with a sheepish grin, "Eight owls is way more than I thought I'd get."

"Ron, that's excellent!" Hermione squealed, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Hey! If he gets a peck for eight, what do I get for nine?" Harry asked mischievously.

Hermione blushed and kissed him quickly on the lips.

"Get a room you two! Preferably not mine!" Ron laughed.

Hermione blushed deeper and trying to change the subject asked, "Well aren't you going to ask

what I got?"

"Uhhh, I'm guessing you completely choked and got zero," Ron said with an angelic face.

Ron was the one getting a pillow to the face this time.

"I got 12!" she beamed.

Both boys grinned at each other and stood up.

"What are you two-" but she got cut off by both boys bending down and kissing her on each

cheek at the same time. Then Ginny appeared at the door announcing breakfast.

Hermione said she needed to go to the bathroom first, so the boys started downstairs without

her. When they were about to walk around the corner, they heard Mrs. Weasley talking to the

rest of the family. "Ok, we are not going to mention one thing about what happened last night. Is

that clear? Hermione is the kind of girl who likes to handle things her own way. We are going to

let her come to us when she wants to. We will not push her to talk or anything, understood?"

There was a murmur of consent as Harry and Ron looked at each other. Mrs. Weasley seemed

to know Hermione pretty well.

As they were sitting down to eat, Hermione came down the stairs beaming. "This smells

absolutely delicious, Mrs. Weasley!"

Molly smiled and looked to her family with an "I told you," sort of look.

"We wanted to go to Diagon Alley today, Mum," Ron announced.

"Ok dear, you can floo there, but do be careful please," she answered.

No one spoke much after that. They were to busy filling themselves with Mrs. Weasley's great

cooking.

Then the post came in, including the Daily Prophet. There were a few audible gasps heard when

they saw the front page. There was a picture of Hermione's house in ruins. Hermione

determinedly took the paper and read the article. The Weasley's all looked at each other and

began to get up from the table. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were left. As she was finishing, a lone

tear make its way down her cheek. She wiped it away and smiled at Harry and Ron, "Ready to

go, guys?"

Whatever Harry and Ron had been expecting Hermione to say, that was not it.

"Mione, if you need some-"

"No, Harry, I'll deal with it, but I just want things to be as normal as possible right now."

This seemed to convince Ron, so he jumped up saying something about getting changed. With a

look of horror, Hermione remembered she had no clothes.

Harry seemed to be thinking along the same lines, so he hugged her to him and said, "Don't

worry about it, Hermione. We'll stop at a clothing store first, and you can borrow some of my

money if you want."

She returned the hug and said, "It's alright, Harry. Mum- Mum and Da- Dad had set up a

personal account for me at Gringotts incase...incase something...something like this ever...ever

happened," she looked tearfully at him.

"It's gonna be alright, Mione. I promise." He hugged her tighter.

She nodded and wiped her eyes. "I really just want everything to be normal, Harry. Please don't

think I'm cold-hearted, I just need to deal with it in time," she looked up at him.

"There is nothing you could ever do to make me think you're cold-hearted, Mione." He bent

down kissed her forehead.

Suddenly there was a crash and the sound of falling glass coming from Ron's room. Looking at

each other and remembering the rest of the Weasley's had all left to do their daily things, they

quickly pulled out their wands. They then hurried up the stairs, thinking only one thing: something

had happened to Ron.

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