Dear Hermione,

The most maddening thing about the whole Percy deal is that I hardly understand it. My parents think that keeping everything from us would be better. It isn't. I know that I shouldn't yell at my dad while he's going through all of this, but it takes all of my self-will to not shout at him and demand to know what the hell is going on in my own family. I only hear this and that. Percy had been having trouble for some time now after all of the scandals last year. The weird thing was, even after he effed up so many things, he got PROMOTED, right under Cornelius Fudge. I guess Fudge knew that our family supports Dumbledore and Harry's story that Voldemort is back, and he figured that having Percy would get an inside look. Seems my parents told Percy all of this, and you know how he gets when he realises that he didn't succeed at something of his own accord. He packed off to London, and lives there now alone. Mum's fruitcakes come back uneaten. I don't even have the heart to eat them for Percy. They just sit there and Mum sits up at night and looks at them, tears them apart wondering what is wrong with them, and sobs something terrible as she stays up all night making more, sending more. They still come back unopened. There's just no curse big enough to knock off Percy's big, dumb head.

You're right, I'm sorry. I was being stupid. I told you that I wanted to be there for you and thenwouldn't let you help me. I do want you to help me. I need you, Hermione. These days are so hard to get through. Voldemort is barely even out there again, and already things are falling apart.

I'm not going to admit anything. Oh really, you want me to? Okay, I'll admit things. I admit that i like bacon in the morning and eggs at night. But then, I admit that I don't really like either, at any time of day. I admit that Viktor Krum looks like a product of a bad experiment with electricity and a dead corpse. I admit that Viktor Krum's nose is quite possibly uglier than mine. I admit that Viktor Krum is no where near as good as talking to you as I am. I admit that Viktor Krum can never replace me. So I will not admit that I am jealous of him.

Are you kidding? I'm an open book. Soooo totally open. I'm practically crying, read me, Hermione! But then again, every book does that. You probably already have. OH, I know! I'm your favourite book aren't I! Right before Hogwarts, A History, and that book of poetry rubbish, what was it? Oh yeah, Words to Bewitch the Mind and Charm the Heart. Gag, what sap.

You do care? Can I have a Firebolt then? Just kidding. I know I shouldn't listen to Malfoy, but he just never stops! It gets to be a load after awhile, you know? I have good days and bad days. Male pms, if you will. Mine is near the end of the month. Today was a good day, because I got that letter from you. I was worried you wouldn't write back. I realised what a twat I was being right after I sent it. Thank you so much for forgiving me, Hermione. I wouldn't know what to do if you stopped talking to me. That would REALLY take the cake and be the maraschino cherry on top of a great life.

You only said that so that I WOULD turn red with embarrassment.

Oh come on, Herm, you know I'm REALLY thick.

AM NOT.

Love,

Ron