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Ron was lying in his bed staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed behind his head. He bit his lip and sighed. It was here. It was finally here. The reality washed over him like icy water from the spring at the back of his house. Now what were they going to do? When it all came down to it, it was Harry's fight. He had told them in the beginning of the year that he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort.

"Neither can live while the other survives."

The sentence itself was enough to bring shivers down his spine. Had he told Ginny? The thought struck him like a lightening bolt thrown from Zeus himself. If he hadn't, would he? How would she react? Ron had a feeling he knew, but he could never be to sure with his sister. She was, after all, a Weasley.

What about Hermione? He knew Hermione better then she knew herself. He would have to after growing up with her, but that's not how he knew her that well. He'd watched her, studied her. He knew what made her tick. He knew what would make her blow up. He knew what would make her cry, laugh, turn into fluffy and all the other like. He couldn't quite pinpoint it but he had a feeling that he had fallen in love with her when he saw her cry.

Seven pathetic years he had spent pining away after he and she never noticed. Maybe she had, but she didn't say anything because he wasn't good enough for her. He wouldn't be surprised, how could she ever love him? He was a bloody Weasley. He was dirt poor and he had six other siblings. She was an only child, she was smart, and she had money. She was better off with someone who could give her what she wanted. What she needed. She knew what she wanted to do with her life. He still had no idea. He wasn't that good at magic but he did like the idea of being an Auror. He had never told anyone that before. They'd probably laugh at him. Everyone laughed at him, even his own bloody family.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. He needed to shave, but he didn't have the energy to get up and do it. Dumbledore was gone. It hurt, but probably not as bad as it was hurting Harry. Dumbledore was like a father figure in his life. Now, he too, was gone. First his parents when he was young, then Sirius, and now Dumbledore. He could only imagine what he'd be like if he ever lost Remus. Remus was his last connection with his parents. Wormtail didn't count. He was a traitor to all Wizards around the globe.

Where would the battle be held? How many would die? Who would be on their side? These are the questions that people needed to be asking instead of the stupid ones like, "Is Harry Potter really the boy in the prophecy?" Or "Is there really a prophecy?"

He knew that Remus was still in hiding, but how long would that last before they realized he was a spy? Probably not long with Fenrir.

Ron leaned over the blow out the candle sitting on his nightstand and lay back in his bed, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Hermione was leaning against the back of her bed with the book, Hogwarts: A History propped up in her lap, but she wasn't really reading it. The owl she had gotten from Ginny was, to say the least, upsetting. She asked her not to say anything but how could she not? Ginny means as much to her as Harry. Ron on the other hand… well… she was in love with him. She knew that. She always had been, but as of right now, that is not what she was worried about. She was worried about Ginny. She closed the book and picked up Ginny's letter off of her lamp stand.

My loveliest Hermione –

How are things for you? I know that sounds so utterly stupid at this point, but I still had to ask. It seems like a standard question in every letter. But now it seems so vile, you know? Of course I know how you're doing. Dumbledore is dead, Sirius is dead. The War has started.

I don't know if he told you, in fact I'm pretty sure he hasn't. However, I'm going to tell you. I haven't told Ron just because I know how he'd react. But you must promise not to say anything to Ron. I know why he did it and I understand. Though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurt by what he did. Harry and I broke up at Dumbledore's funeral. Don't get mad at him. I understand why it happened. However, again, I'd be lying if I said that wasn't hurt. I know why he did it and I understand. Maybe that's why it hurts. Maybe if he didn't tell me how much he actually cared and told me, "Hey, we tried, but it's just not what I want". I could move on. Now I never will. Not after what he said. He loves me and I love him. I know it. If I have to wait all of my life then I will. I will never move on. I couldn't. I couldn't lie to myself or him.

I know you don't want to admit but you have to tell Ron soon. Now is the best time. Neither of you can go to the war without knowing. If something happened and one of you didn't make it then you would be miserable. I know you think he doesn't, but Hermione he loves you! Last year, with Lavender, that was my fault. I told him you snogged Krum and he had never snogged anyone so he took to Lavender because he knew she wasn't indifferent to him. I believe that you two would have gotten together if it hadn't been because of what I said. I blame myself for it. I know you love him. You just have to say. He won't until you do. And you won't until he does, but you have to.

Bill is doing well. He's looking better. Not like he used to, but better nonetheless. Fleur and mum are organizing the wedding still. You, I and Gabriel are going to be bridesmaids. Phillipe, Ron and Harry are groomsmen. Charlie and Antanasia, from Romania, are going to be the Best Man and the Maid of Honor. Hopefully it will go undisturbed. But in today's world, you never know.

Ron is banging on my door demanding me to tell him what I'm doing and mum is calling me for the recipe plan. Oh, I am coming to get you tomorrow for the summer. We're getting fitted tomorrow as well.

With love,

- Ginevra Weasley (Ginny W.)

Hermione set it down on her lap with her brows furrowed. She knew Ginny was right, as much as she would hate to admit that anyone else was right, she was. When she would tell him she didn't know. How she could muster the strength to tell him she didn't know. She tried to push it away from her mind at the moment. Another thing what was bothering her was Harry. She knew why he was doing it; he was dumber than she thought. She turned, grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment and scribbled something down. After she was done she read it again and smiled with satisfaction. This should wake him up in the morning. She placed it in a red envelope, sealed it and placed it in the bird's beak that had delivered Ginny's letter.

Harry was pulling his "saving people thing" again. Protecting Ginny. Well it was a little late. He was with her for a good few months. Voldemort would definitely know now. He knew Harry cared about her. He would still use it against him. She shook her head at how boys could be so thick sometimes.

At this her thoughts strayed to Ron. He was probably the thickest boys of all. Yes, she knew she was in love with him, she had accepted it a long time ago. He, however, wouldn't. Ginny was right. She had to tell them. She couldn't tell him in a letter. That's just not intimate enough. It had to be from her own mouth, with her standing in front of him. She had a fear that he would just laugh in her face and say, "Do you honestly think that I feel the same? With you?"

She groaned and turned to bury her face in her pillow. At least Harry and Ginny knew what they felt and that they were okay with everything. She thought she knew Ron but he was always shocking her. She had known him for seven years. Seven years of nothing but pathetic arguing, pining, blushing, and crying. He knew how to make her laugh, blush, cry and all of this seemed to make him all the more attractive. She loved his temper and she loved how his ears would turn red when he was angry or embarrassed. She loved it when he ran his hand through his hair and that he was so horrid at magic. She loved how it was so hard for to trust anyone or how he was so protective over Ginny.

She loved the fact that he,Ronald Weasley, had been made prefect instead of the infamous Harry Potter. She glanced up to the picture on her dresser and sighed. He, Harry, and the Weasley's were waving at her and smiling. With that picture in mind she turned onto her back and turned out the light, closing her eyes.

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient! I know it has been a really long time. I have just been without a computer for, what seems like, forever. I do hope you forgive me. I hope this satisfies you. I am now working on chapter three and trying to finish up of D/G fanfiction that I have been working on for about a year and a half.