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Fighting For Love

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger had always loved Ronald Weasley; she was just very bad at telling people her emotions. School had just ended and it was the beginning of a very adventurous summer. Hermione had written to Ron the moment she got home from King's Cross Station and was waiting eagerly for a reply later that day. She had asked him to come and stay with her over the summer.

"Hermione, dear, Calm Down" said her mother.

"Sorry Mum, I'm just so excited!" she replied hastily.

Finally…about 3 hours later Pig was tapping his little beak against Hermione's bedroom window, begging for entrance. She opened the window for him and took the letter, opening it and reading it in all but 10 seconds. As she finished reading it, she ran down the steps jumping all over the place.

"Mum! Mum! He can come!!" she said very happily.

"That's great Hermione. When will he be coming?" her mother asked.

"Tomorrow!" suddenly she froze.

"Tomorrow..." she repeated

"Oh Gosh…tomorrow….this place is a mess!"

She suddenly started running around her house frantically trying to straighten things up. First she ran to her room, then the living room, kitchen, even her parents' room. She put all of the books scattered through-out her house back in her room in their right place.

"Ok, almost done. I just have to get a room ready for him to sleep in. Mum? Where is he going to sleep?" she asked.

"Well…I was thinking maybe in the living room, on that one camping bed we have." Her mother replied.

"Ok, that sounds good."

Hermione then went into the hall closet, and brought out a folded in half mattress on a frame and set it up in the living room.

"Mum, do you think he will be comfortable sleeping on this?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I'm sure he will be Hermione"

Later that day, Hermione was washing up for dinner when she heard the phone ring downstairs. She ran down the steps and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"HEY MIONE!" she heard some yell on the other end.

"Um, hi...Ron?" she asked

"YEA, IT'S ME." He yelled back to her.

"Ron…Ron, please stop yelling. I can hear you fine when you talk normally."

"Oh…sorry Mione. I was wondering if I should just floo over to your house…or maybe have my Dad drive me there, he got a Ministry car for the summer holidays." Ron asked.

"Um, you could just floo here if you'd like, just don't be here any earlier that 10:00am."

"Mione, I probably won't be awake until noon, no worries. I'll be there at, say…1 o'clock?" he replied.

"Oh, sure that's fine with me. Well, I'll talk to you later, Ron. Bye!"

"Bye!"

She hung the phone up and walked over to the kitchen for dinner. Just as she entered the kitchen, she saw someone sitting at the table, that wasn't supposed to be. She had never seen him before and looked over him carefully. He had short grey-ish hair, and piercing blue eyes. That face looks familiar she thought. Immediately, she didn't trust him, and did not know what made her feel this way. She sat across from him at the table and ate her dinner quickly and then excused herself and ran upstairs.

Hermione lied down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Who is that…..he looks soo familiar, and why would my parents have him over for dinner...suddenly she remembered who that face belonged too. Oh my God, that's…it can't be…but who else would it be?...Oh no. no no no…I need Ron to get here…now…I don't know what to do…She quickly sat up and went to the small fireplace in her room. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and shouted "The Burrow!" and she was gone….