Author's Note- Since this is the eleventh letter (and eleven is my favourite number, don't you know ;)), I thought I'd do something different. I call it... Instant Owl-ing. Okay, I know it's lame, but I wanted some faster interaction between Ron and Hermione. The funny thing is, most of this was REAL conversation between a real-life Ron and Hermione so to speak. Your's truly and her best friend more like :). Story: Ron has only enough floo powder for owls to go through, not humans, so they're sending it back and forth pretty quickly. Hermione is italicised for easy reading.

What did you want to talk about that we have to write so quickly, Ron? Oh, and I think Pig shouldn't go through this, he might get out at the wrong grate.

Oh come off it, Hermione, it's a short distance. He'll be fine. I'll tell you why later, it's urgent, or else mum would never have let me use the floo powder like this.

If it's urgent, why won't you tell me then?

You're always in such a rush, sheesh.

Am not.

Are too.

Am not.

Are too.

Am not.

Are too, and I win.

How do you win!

I don't really know, I, er, just do?

You are so frustrating!

I know.

I don't even know how we get along. How do we get along? We're totally wrong together. I don't even know how we came to be best friends.

I remember.

Oh yeah, you and Harry saved me from that troll. You did the wingardium leviosa charm! I was so proud of you then! But then, I forget that the reason I was in trouble in the first place was you!

Yeah, but whatever I mess up, I always fix right? What do you mean we are so wrong for each other?

Well, I don't think that under normal circumstances you would have liked me. What if we never met and became friends? You know that was very possible and likely.

What if?

Well, you'd probably be happier without me. And maybe my life would be more normal. Almost happier you could say. But don't get sad about that. I would be happy, but I think I would be empty, like my life would be perfect, but I would still feel as if something were missing. I wouldn't be able to put my finger on it. You're the it.

Maybe I'm the cause of all your grief.

No doubt you are!

Would you wish me gone?

Would you ever wish ME gone? Cos I know I can get to be a bit much sometimes. What if I died, Ron?

I'd miss you.

But what if you didn't know me before I died?

Then I'd think.. Poor girl. She never got to know the fabulous Ron Weasley.

Shut up, Ron. Meeting you was the worst moment of my life. I've nearly got it blocked out of my memory. Just kidding!

Look at you now. We're best friends.

I don't exactly know how. I mean, how can I be best friends with someone I hate ;)?

Deep down inside my cold, black heart, there's a little speck of light that says: "I moderately love you."

Haha. Aww! I'm the light inside your heart. I like twisting your words.

Oh wow. I was sweet to you. I don't like this feeling! What the hell was I thinking?

That you love me, that I'm brilliant, that you'll bake me a cake, and that hamsters can fly.

What?

I don't know, I've always wanted hamsters to fly.

Hermione.. No. No to all of the above, except the last actually. We can wingardium leviosa them. On the other hand, YOU can make me a cake, get me some butterbeer, and stand there willingly as I cake you.

Hermione?

Little did I know she wasn't there and now I'm writing to myself..

She wasn't here because she was feeding Crookshanks. Why are we referring to Hermione a.k.a. me as she?

Because you're special?

Stop being nice.

I can't help it.

But you're naturally mean, especially to me!

Well, I'm being nice now.

WHY?

I don't know.

Must be the weather.

I don't know, maybe you deserve it?

Oh my gandalf, who are you! Go away!

Haha, so you don't want me to be nice to you?

I do, but you're not nice to me. You're YOU. And you not nice to me. So I don't know if I want you to be nice or to be you.

Don't worry, this kindess won't last.

Just this weekend?

Just this weekend, so take advantage of it.

What is wrong with you, Ron!

Nothing, sheesh, you can never be happy. If I'm mean, you call me mean. If I'm nice, you call me weird. I think I'll just be weird so that you'll call me nice then.

You're always weird.

Does that mean that I am always nice?

No.

Hermione, you just missed the loveliest sticking out of my tongue.

Could have stuck it through the fire and I could have put this nasty marmalade that my mum is trying to feed me on it.

I told you, only Pig can afford to go through.

So why did you do this again?

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Well, I can't tell you entirely, but you have to come to the Burrow this summer. There's some er, top secret things that my mum wants you to be a part of.

You know, you're quite possibly the worst message carrier in the world. I have no idea what's going on, but when?

Soon.

When?

I can't tell you.

Why not?

You-know-who.

Oh.

So you understand now?

Yes. We'd better not say so much then.

Okay. Don't worry about the who, what, where, when and how. That will all be taken care of. You'll be safe.

Okay.

I hope I see you soon Hermione.

Same, here, Ron.

I'd better go. I love you

Good bye. Love you too.

I hope this all works out.

It will.

Bye.

Good bye.

(if that was way too weird and i'm going in the wrong direction, please review, and tell me. i'd really like some thoughts)