Author's note- here is Hermione's reply by much request :P. Thanks heaps for the reviews, esp. those who are really sticking by the story for updates (shout outs to dadswell, koalangel, quietworld, and winterfaye), since I DO try to update at least two per day. Sorry if this one sort of sucks, I just woke up from a nap (zzz) haha.
Dearest Ron,
PERCY IS GONE? How? WHY? What on middle-earth happened! I am so sorry for not taking you seriously when you warned me, but still, I need to understand before.. I make judgments. I just can't believe it.
Secondly, don't you dare ever tell me to go away (in a sense, you did, and I'm forgiving you this time around because I don't think that you need me yelling at you much, and you're going through some rocks) and that you don't care (don't think that I didn't catch that part), because next time, I might just will. That was mean, Ronald, and a very bad attempt at a cry for attention, you know. Alright, I know you don't need me yelling at you. I know you don't want to fight. You know, I don't like it either. Why do we always? Anyways, you should never turn me away, especially after that speech you gave me about. "What are best friends for?" I want to be here for you. I AM here for you. So talk. Don't turn away from me.
Especially not because you're jealous of Viktor! Admit it. You admit that first, and then I will tell you who I fancy. Anyways, why should I tell you, when you are becoming a closed book to me? It doesn't matter. You don't need to know.
I'm doing a lot of forgiving for that last letter. You're damn lucky. That was horrible, what you said. That wasn't the first time someone called me that, but it hurts more coming from you for some reason. I don't want you to think that of me. Hopefully that was just in rage.
Oh, Ron, I am so sorry. Now I sound like one of those ungrateful, loathesome people who pity others condescendingly, but I'm NOT. Maybe you don't want any of my pity, but it isn't pity. I really do care, and I really am sorry. Now I'm the one who doesn't know what to say. I have to admit, that I don't know what it is like to have money troubles, but I do want to know, so please tell me all these things, before you go around punching walls and behaving badly towards other people? Go on, behave badly to me. Just put it all on me. I want to understand, and I want to put up with it. And see, it's not only girls who have inexplicable problems.
I like your freckles. Especially when you turn red from embarassment.
I can't tell you. All I can say is, you already know why, I've already told you why not in the last letter.
Are too.
I'm here,
Hermione
