Ron pounded at Ginny's door, "Ginny, open the bloody door, Hermione is here," snapped Ron impatiently. "Huh, be right there," said the sleepy voice behind the door.

The door creaked open slowly revealing the youngest Weasley. "Ginny!" Hermione screeched. "Hermione!" Ginny grinned, "Come in, we must catch up." Once Hermione went in, Ron dropped off her bags and the door slammed behind him once he left his sisters room.

"Oh no, what could they be talking about in there, Ginny doesn't know does she…about that silly dream I had?" wondered Ron as he went back into his room. A loud thud sounded at the window, it was Pig. "Oi, Bloody bird!" hissed Ron opening the window. Pig dashed inside and flew around the room. Ron waved his arms in the air trying to catch the hyped up Owl.

"Gotcha!" grunted Ron. He untied the small parchment and read it to himself.

Hey Ron

How is your summer, I would love to come over as soon as I can. Not sure when you will get this. Is Hermione coming?

Harry

"About time!" Ron sighed. He went to his small desk and wrote on a fresh parchment a reply.

About Time Harry

Come over when ever you like. Hermione is already here.

I had the strangest dream about me and her, Fred and George now are thinking I fancy her. Like that will ever happen

Ron

"Come here Pig," commanded Ron. He tied the rolled up parchment to Pig's leg. "Give this to Harry, and no stopping this time to show off." He dropped the bird on the window ledge and he flew off.

Ron stomped down the stairs and took a seat in one of the soft couches in the living room.

"Oi, Ron!" Fred shouted. "What do you want, I am just getting settled," Ron grumbled. "Why aren't you with your little girlfriend?" Fred grinned. "For the last time, she is not my girlfriend so sod off!" Ron roared at one half of the Weasley twins. "Oh come on, we are just having some fun," admitted George as he wondered in behind Fred. "Well, sorry to disappoint you two, but I do not like her, and I don't think I ever will," Ron hissed.

The twins began to howl with laughter. "Right Ron, you keep telling your self that," Fred laughed. "Sod off you two, me and Hermione are only friends, the end!" Ron grunted, his ears going slightly pink at Hermione's name.

Once the twins finally left, Ron began to think about what the twins stated.

Is it true? Do I really like Hermione? Nah…I can't, she is my friend. Yes she is pretty with her big bushy brown hair and her sparkling brown eyes…bu- oh bloody hell…I do like her.

Ron pounded his head against the back of the chair. "I actually like her," he admitted aloud.

"Like who?" a puzzled voice said from the stair case. It was Hermione, climbing down the stairs with Ginny.