Author's Note: Okay, this is my first attempt at a Ron/Hermione facfiction so please don't sue me if you hate it (besides, you couldn't get any money out of me because I don't have any… I'm so poor). But hey! If you like it then you can review for me! :)
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing. All J.K. Rowling's wonderful work!
"How's that letter there, Hermione?" Ron asked, waving the letter from Hogwarts in front of my face. "You haven't even read it."
I took the letter from him. "I know, Ron. I'm not in the mood."
"You okay, Hermione?" Harry asked. The letters he received were thrown together in a pile in front of him
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay." I took my letter and opened it. I found the list of new books and the letter telling me that I was Head Girl just like Ron was Head Boy. The badge was tucked away in the corner of the envelope. I took it out and placed it in my pocket.
It was our final year at Hogwarts – the big seventh year. I was excited, ready to get the year over with but then again I still had some unfinished business to take care of…
"This year'll be great," Ron said, stuffing his letters back into the envelope. "One more year of Hogwarts… And to think that we'll actually be adults soon."
I smiled. Silly, Ron… He seemed to always make a joke out of something even if it was the beginning of the end of our Hogwarts years. It had been awhile since I had seen Ron… It had been two and half months and it seemed that he matured greater than before. His flaming red hair was just about his ears and his blue eyes sparkled with delight – smart, but still with a sense of humor and delight. Freckles patched his face perfectly and his dimples always showed when he smiled and it made my heart melt. I was getting one of those feelings…a feeling of liking someone when you were alone but when you were with the person it was a whole different story. Of course, Harry was having the time of his life at the Burrow and he always did. He had gotten taller like Ron and I still remained the short one, the smart one, the one who followed all the rules. Could I change? Could I be different?
My thoughts diminished as Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door to Ron's room and it opened. "All right, dears, all of you, wash up and come on down to supper."
"Be there in a sec, mum," Ron said.
The door shut and the three of us clambered back out the door. I rushed into the bathroom while Ron and Harry went downstairs to the table. I could hear Mrs. Weasley called the others to supper and I looked out the bathroom window to see a long table set out with food covering every inch of the table. I washed my hands quickly and ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley had her wand out, floating things from the kitchen to outside.
"Do you need any help, Mrs. Weasley?" I asked.
She smiled. "I'm all right, Hermione. You go ahead and eat. I'll be there."
I smiled. "Okay." I went to the backyard and to find the table already filled with the family. Mr. Weasley sat at the very end, talking to Harry and Ron about their seventh year while Fred, George, and Ginny were sitting together on one side making the dishes and the utensils dance. Percy was at the very end, watching his twin brothers and sister with a look of disappointment on his face. I sat down at the table by Percy.
"All right there, Hermione?" Percy said.
I nodded. "Yes—"
"Oy, Hermione!" Ron said. "Come sit over here."
Harry moved to his left and so did Ron.
I looked at Percy.
"It's all right. Go ahead."
"I bet you're excited, aren't you, Hermione?" Mr. Weasley said just as the last of the food came to the table and Mrs. Weasley sat down at the other end. "Ready to get a job at the Ministry?"
I smiled. "Yes, I'm excited. Of course, it's the exams that worry me and the N.E.W.T.s." (A/N: I think they take their N.E.W.T.s this year. Sorry if I make a mistake.)
"Blimey, Hermione, you can't be worried about exams already," Ron said. "The school year hasn't even started yet!"
"Well, this is our final year and if we don't pass the notes we may not get a job," I told him.
Ron just shook his head. He didn't have to worry. He was smart even if he didn't know it.
"I'm sure that you and Harry both want to be Aurors?" I continued. "I'm sure grades count for that job."
"Yeah but still…" Ron said.
"You're spoiling this moment," Harry said, smiling.
"I hope you don't think you can pass seventh year without the grades, Ron," I said.
When dinner was over and the table cleared, Ron, Harry, and I stayed outside along with Fred, George, and Ginny who were flying on their broomsticks for practice. Harry soon joined them when he managed to find his broom buried in Ron's room. Ron and I sat by the table watching them.
"How come you're not up there?" I asked.
"What? I can't stay down here with you to keep you company?" he replied.
"But surely you want to be up there. I'm sure it's great to fly."
Ron smiled. "I could always teach you, Hermione."
"I learned in first year, thank you very much."
"But that was so long ago."
"You don't think I could do it?"
"I never said that you couldn't. I just suggested that I could teach you."
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Suit yourself."
Why did we always continue to argue even over the weirdest of things? I thought to myself. Hermione Granger, you need to loosen up this year… Show Ron who you really are. I smiled. "Maybe…" I mumbled. "Maybe…"
Okay, maybe this was just a bit of fluff but I'm in the process of writing this all out. I've never really thought of making my own Ron/Hermione and I typed this out all at once. NO FLAMERS. If you hate it then you don't have to go and tell me about it. Please review for those who liked it!