Disclaimer: Its mine! It's mine! Pinocchio said so, right before he grew a branch for the pretty birdies to sit on!
Hermione looked around, today was her last day, well, morning actually. She was getting on the plane this afternoon. God, she was going to miss the sun and the ocean and Sten. Well, not Sten anymore, he had broken up with her the night before, saying he didn't think it would work out and that he liked that redhead lifeguard better anyways. In a way, it was kind of a relief, he had been quite demanding, and seemed slightly caddish from the start. She had noticed that, but of course he was simply to gorgeous to pay attention to something like women's intuition. Looking around the bungalow, she picked up the few things she had left there, a comb and toothbrush, a few barrettes, and a picture that Ginny had sent her. It was of Christmas morning, and Harry and Ron were looking sleepy and waving at her over the enormous pile of present the three (including Ginny) had accumulated. She smiled, remembering the Secret Santa the Gryfindors had been planning to do. It was a shame that she wasn't there to enjoy it with them.
Looking at the picture, she could see the colors, even though it was in black and white. Harry's bright green eyes, filled with sadness until a few months ago, when he had gotten together with Ginny. The burgundy hangings of the four poster beds. Dean's West Ham football poster somewhere in the distance. But, most vividly, she could picture Ron.
Ron. They had gotten closer last year, due to Harry's random outbursts. He had ganged up on the two, and so they were forced to hang around, both coming up with ways to avoid Harry when he went on a rampage. And this year too, after Harry and Ginny's inevitable getting together. She and Ron had smirked, after the two lovebirds had announced that they were going out. "It took you long enough!" they had chorused. But, because Harry and Ginny were always together, they didn't spend as much time with Ron and Hermione. So they hung around together again. Meeting in old places, bringing up old inside jokes. It was nice, being with Ron, when he wasn't completely stupid. He was quite funny, and thought quite logically, when it came to chess. He could probably be a general in an army.
Ron, with his red hair. Ron, with his freckly face. Ron, so tall and gangly it was almost scary. Ron, with his annoying habit of procrastination. Ron, with his kind, laughing blue eyes, brighter and darker than Dumbledore's.
Ron, who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
Wow. I know, I know, I know. This chapter was short. But, like last time, it was very important. Oh, and I remember last time I said two more chapters: I lied. There was originally going to be two more chapters, but then I decided that we were going to have a realization chapter with Hermione as well.
Question: If wizards are so advanced, why do they write with quills and parchment, and their pictures are in black and white? It makes no sense. Oh well. Review!