A/N: Thanks to Tarnished Soul for your really positive comments. I'm sort of just starting out with the whole fic writing thing… but I sorta liked my start… so thanks for reviewing! =)

Well, here's Chapter 2… hope it lives up to your expectations! =/

Chapter 2:

Ron looked at his calendar. Only two more days before Harry was coming. He was really looking forward to it, seeing as Quidditch with Ginny was getting boring because he already knew all her moves. He was itching to play chess with Harry, if only for the satisfaction of winning. And if Harry's here that means Hermione will be here too, he heard a voice inside him say. At the thought of Hermione he smiled. He had been thinking about her a lot. After everything that had happened at the Department of Mysteries, Ron figured out that he had almost lost her, and he had come to the conclusion that he had to talk to her about a lot of things.

Ron looked over to his desk, groaning as he saw the list of homework that he had made. Even after the whole ordeal, the teachers hadn't let up one bit about homework. Snape's work was the worst: five essays on something. What was I supposed to do for Snape again? Ron groaned in frustration. He had wanted to start this year off better than he usually did, but it didn't look like it would happen. Snape would probably just take off a couple of hundred points for failing to complete his work. Ron sighed. He couldn't wait till Harry and Hermione got here. He had done some of his work already, but it was proving to be very difficult because he couldn't quite remember everything. It sounded like a good idea to milk Hermione's brain again.

"Ron?" Mrs. Weasley's voice floated up the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Lunch is ready if you want it. I'm just popping over to Grimmauld Place… Ginny's outside flying. Please remind the girl that she needs to eat."

By now, Ron was downstairs, peering over his mother's shoulder, to see a plateful of corned beef sandwiches. Great. Corned beef sandwiches. Again. He gave his mum a small smile. "Thanks Mum," he said weakly. "Yeah, I'll call her in."

Satisfied that she could rely on her youngest son, she Flooed over to Grimmauld Place, saying clearly, "Number 12 Grimmauld Place."

Serving himself two sandwiches, with a look of distaste on his face, he took his plate outside. "Gin! Lunch!"

Ginny looked down at Ron from where she was flying. "What is it?" she asked.

"Corned beef sandwiches," he said, sighing.

Ginny laughed. "I'll be down in a moment." And with that, she flew for a couple more minutes, doing some turns and loops.

Ron watched his sister, impressed. She had come a long way, and he felt a twinge of jealousy as he realised that she was probably better than him at handling her broom. Shoving that thought away, he looked down at his now empty plate, and went back inside to get some more. No matter how much he hated them, he couldn't not eat.

A large snowy owl came and knocked on the window.

"Hedwig!" exclaimed Ron, as he let Harry's owl inside. He noticed the piece of parchment tied to her leg, and noticed that there were three, one for Ginny, one for Hermione and one for him. 'Bout time he replied, thought Ron.

As Ginny came in through the door, she saw Ron with Hedwig. "Ooh! Has Harry owled us anything?"

His eyes transfixed on his letter, he handed Ginny's to her without a word.

Dear Ron,

Sorry I never replied sooner. I guess I'm still dealing with… everything. Hope Gin's alright with you there.

How have your holidays been? Sorry to sound so blunt, but when are you rescuing me from here? When you told me about going to the Burrow, I couldn't wait, but no one's owled me with any details.

Ron gasped. Tonks and Mad-Eye were supposed to go and deliver the message. If they hadn't made it that would mean that… No. He wasn't going to think like that. Ron turned his attention back to Harry's letter, making a mental note to ask his mother.

Until you mentioned Quidditch, I had no idea how much I missed playing. Now, I can't wait to get there and play with you and Ginny. Not sure how good my flying will be now, though.

Not much else to write… seeing as nothing's happening here with the Dursleys. See you soon… Hopefully.

Harry.

The letter wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. When no reply had come from Harry, Ron had freaked, thinking that those Muggles had done something to him. But no, this letter was a good sign.

Scrounging around under the bench, he came up with some treats for Hedwig, before awkwardly telling her thanks. Harry swore that she understood human speech, but Ron still wasn't too comfortable with the idea. Heck, half the time HE didn't understand what people were going on about, and here he was, a HUMAN! Hedwig's amber eyes seemed to laugh at him.

"Go back to Harry and tell him thanks," he muttered, "if you can speak human too." He looked over to his sister, who was pouring over what looked to be a 3 foot parchment.

Great. Just great. Your best friend is more interested in your sister than he is in you. No mention to ME about how I am. Just "Hope Gin's ok."

Stop being a jealous prat. If you could pick anyone to go out with her, it would be him.

So? He could still at least CARE about ME!

Stop being a selfish git.

Ron's war within himself stopped, as he saw his sister brush a tear away from her face. She noticed him watching her, gave him a brief smile, and then ran upstairs to her room.

A/N: I was going to include what Harry wrote to Ginny, but then it would have been pretty long… in comparison to the first chapter… so you'll have to wait until the next chapter! =)