Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the awesomeness that is Harry Potter, and sadly I do not.
Introduction
It was August, and the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were to set off for Platform 9 ¾ the following morning. Some were eager to see their friends. Others were dreading their return. Still more were wondering what their first year at the extraordinary building would be like. But one, one was even more nervous than his first day at the school. His ears were constantly red, as red as his hair, and his freckles stood out like a giant on a Quidditch field. He had grown a bit over the summer, but only a bit. He stood just over six feet, with long limbs, but a well built body from playing Quidditch with his brothers over the summer.
I am talking, of course, about Ronald Weasley.
The young man, aged fifteen, was going to enter is sixth year at Hogwarts. He was glad to be able to see his friends again at the school soon, and actually hear their voices aloud, and not read their words on paper. They had been in touch through letters. Every few days he would send one or two out, and would receive one, two, or sometimes three in the next following days. He had saved every letter, and kept them in a shoebox under his bed.
Ron was standing next to his bed, his trunk open atop it. He shoved a few last things in the trunk, and managed to somehow close it. It was overstuffed, but he wanted to make sure that he forgot nothing. Imagine how embarrassing it would be to be eating breakfast with your friends, and have an owl deliver a package from your mum saying you've forgotten clean underwear, and included them in the package.
He looked around his room one more time to be absolutely sure he'd gotten everything. When he was satisfied, he picked up his trunk (with much difficulty), and set it by the door, so he could wake up, get dressed, and be out the downstairs for breakfast.
"Boys! Dinner!" Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs. Ron grinned, and his stomach rumbled in response, as if to say, "Finally! I haven't been full since that turkey sandwich for lunch!" and with that, Ron flew down the stairs, nearly knocking over Ginny, his twin brothers, Fred and George, not too far behind him.
Dinner was a satisfying meal of pork chops, cut green beans, and boiled potatoes. Ron cleared his plate before anyone else, half the reason being his hunger, and the other half, nervousness.
The reason Ron was so nervous was not because he was returning to Professor Snape, nor was it because he had to learn new incantations, dangerous creatures, and potions. No, the reason he was so nervous was because he was finally going to tell Hermione Granger his feelings for her.
A/N: Yes. Short. I figured ending the chappy with that line would be…er…I dunno. I just like it that way. Anyways, tell me what you think! I'm hoping this story goes as smoothly as I would like it to…um…yes…review! I love you!