Dear Hermione,

How are you? I hope you are okay. I just got a letter from Harry and he will be coming to Grimmauld Place in about two weeks. Dumbledore says it will be safer if you come here,(Grimmauld Place), then spend the rest of your summer at home...unprotected. Please send your reply back pronto with Pig. Dad and me will pick you up Friday at 12:00.

-Ron

Ron re-read the letter making sure it sounded alright. His mother just told him to send a letter to Hermione on Dumbledore's orders. Ron was sincerly worried about Hermione, she was very much in danger. Harry was too, but the youngest Weasley boy wasn't in love with Harry. Yes, as you guessed, Ron is in love with Hermione. He knew he was too obvious. (He quickly learned that after being teased by practically his whole family.)

"C'mere, Pig." Ron said sternly for he had just discovered that Pig was trying to get into his food package. "Now, take this to Hermione." Pig obliged and flew out the open window.

Ron was sitting on a bed in his room at Grimmauld Place. He was in a different room this year than last because Mrs.Weasley had discovered muggle mold was in there. She had yet to find out how to get rid of it and left that to do on a later date. This room that Ron had now resided in had gray chipping paint, a gray carpet (which Ronald believed was once purple), three twin sized uncomfortable beds (which Fred and George slept in. joy.), and a rickety desk in the corner. That is where he wrote his letter to Hermione. Hermione. He couldn't get her out of his mind. Her brown bushy hair, her beautiful brown eyes, her amazing smile... 'Stop, Ron.' Ron scolded himself. 'She is your best mate and she doesn't even like you that way.' His thoughts were interrupted by Pigwidgeon swooping in, landing on Ron's stomach.

Ron eagerly took the letter from Pig ,giving him more pellets in his food dish. Before opening the reply, Ron realized it had already been three hours since he sent Hermione the letter. 'Time does fly when you are daydreaming.' he thought to himself. He tore open the letter and read:

Dear Ron,

I asked mum and dad and they said it would be fine if I came to Grimmauld Place. I am doing fine and it is wonderful that Harry will be coming so soon. I still worry about him. He has lost so much and I feel so useless because I can't do anything. Ron frowned when he read this. Hermione was doing all she could and she had no right to feel useless. I can't wait to see you tommorrow and I better go pack right now. See you soon,

Hermione.

Ron was so happy that when he went to tell his father the news, he completely ignored the fact that Mrs.Black was just a couple doors down and ran...well, practically stomped down that hallway. When she awoke the lovesick Ron closed his eyes then started to say, "Shh..be quiet...shut up!" Mrs.Weasly came in at the right time. "What is going on? Ron you woke her up!" No duh..Ron thought. "HALF BREEDS! BLOOD TRATIORS!...-" and she went on and on until Mrs.Weasley muttered something and a blue light shot from her wand silencing the portrait. "Now why did you wake her up?" Mrs.Weasley asked after leading Ron silently down the stairs to the living room. "I was running..." Ron began. "And why were you running?" His mother cut in. "Because Hermione wrote back and she is coming tomorrow." Mrs. Weasley suddenly broke into a smile eyeing her son cautiously. "Ah..." she said. "Mum! I don't like Hermione!"Ron retorted to her unspoken words, now blushing furiously. "I didn't say that dear..." Ron was getting angry but all emotions were forgotten when something dawned upon him.

"Mum, how are we getting there? To Hermione's, I mean." She spoke, her sweet voice now changed to a stern voice, "The Ministry lent your father another car. Now, he is driving this time.Understood?" Ron recalled 2nd year driving the car to Hogwarts. "Yes, mum." And before she had time to reply he ran (more quietly this time) up the stairs to his room, happy for about the first time that summer, about the days that lay ahead.