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ADVICE

CHAPTER 2 : HIS MIONE

Ron walked up to Harry, after he recieved his last letter from Hermione, stating that she wanted to go out with him too. He explained everything to Harry, everything he wrote and thought, everything.

"I'm happy for you, Ron. She has really changed alot since we first met her, you know? She has gotten a lot prettier.. and smarter.. and nicer.. and did I say smarter?" Harry smiled.

Ron grinned. "That she has, Harry, that she has. She has changed in erm.. different.. areas too." Ron said, his face a tint of red. "And, you know, I think we have too. Our run ins with Voldermort (he wasn't scared.. or atleast, as scared, to say it) and our Quidditch practices have really helped us improve." He nodded to himself with a satisfied look in his eyes.

Harry nodded as well. "Yeah, your probably right, mate. And as long as we have Hermione, we will be stronger.. Speaking of Hermione, why don't you invite her over for a few days? It would be fun to hang out before school starts." Harry offered.

Ron, after his face had completely turned back to its original, slightly tanish color, he turned a bright pink again. "That would be fun.. but Harry, what if she was just drunk when she read the letter? I mean, she could have easily thought it was someother Ronald.. er, Ron.." He knew it wasn't true. He had faith in Hermione.. his Hermione.. He laughed silently at the thought 'His Mione'. It was his Mione and nobody else's.

--LATER THAT DAY--

Later, after Ron invited Hermione over and she accepted, having to spend the night there for a few days because of her parents conference, Ron paced infront of the fire place. "When is she gonna be here? Maybe something happened..!" He looked at his wrist wear a watch would have been but was not. He sighed impatiently. "Its almost half past a freckle.. wait, what the hell am I saying? 'Half past a freckle?' Am I going looney? I mean, really.." He continued to pace and talk to himself, not noticing that Hermione had appeared in his living room, watching him amusingly pace the floor. "You know, Ron, your going to ruin the floor doing that. It could fall in if you pace anymore then that.." She grinned.

"HERMIONE! How did you..? When did you..? Oh, nevermind!" He came closer to her, and shyly hugged her, excited to see her. She hugged back the same way. "I'm so glad that your here. When you didn't show up on time, I thought you were hurt or something.." said Ron.

"Late? I'm not late. I got her right on time. 5:00 pm." She looked at him, then at her wristwatch, showing him the time. She was, of course, right. 5:00pm.

"That's not right. My wrist says- I-I-I mean , the clock says that you were late." He looked up at the big family clock that his dad had brought home. It read 5:02.

"Ron, it says 5:02. Your clock is wrong. It is now 5:01 and 42 seconds." She said with a bit of her old know-it-all attitude showing.

"No, its not! My dad brought it back from the Ministry, and they said it's right, so it is right and you are wrong."

And they argued.. of course.. over a clock. Just like old times.. Some things just never change!

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