A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so…sloppy and lacking information, I got lazy and didn't feel like typing the climax of the third book. This one will be better (hopefully).
Dear Ron,
Hermione wrote, wondering what to say next. In lack of knowing what to write she turned around, facing her bulletin board with her calendar posted to it. It read August second. Of course, she thought. Harry's birthday was only three days ago. She scribed the date onto the letter parallel to Ron's name.
Alright then. She thought, making a hmm-like sigh she continued to write.
How has you summer been? Mine for the most part had been fairly mediocre, despite the fact that I have received some more books from my parents. But with out you and Harry interrupting me every now and then I find myself bored out of my mind.
During the last term you said something about the quiddtich world cup and that your dad might be able to get tickets. I know nothing about it, where it is, when it is, and all that so I would appreciate an update on plans because I told my mum and dad about the cup and they need more information it they are going to let me go. They also said they would pay my in to see the match.
Things are decent otherwise. I hope to hear from you soon.
Love Hermione
"There", Hermione said as she finished the last -e- on her name. Making a hmm noise she wondered how she would get the letter to Ron. Normally when she sent a letter to some one she used Hedwig or Pigwidgon, either that or she used an owl in Hogwarts or Diagon alley. I wonder if I'll be able to get to London to send this letter to Ron, Hermione thought. She folded the letter into thirds and stuck it inside a muggle envelope.
Hermione desperately wanted to talk to Ron. She couldn't go to Harry, he was happy because of being in contact with Sirius. And as it was he was at the Dursleys and bad news was something he heard too often.
Hermione thought of her parents. She was their only child. Hermione had always been top of her class, praised by adults; she was a nice, well rounded young lady. Hermione did not want to disappoint them, or make them worry about her. She had purposely not told them about the events that often threatened the students of Hogwarts School.
Who else could I confide in, she thought. As much as she liked the girls in her year she didn't feel comfortable telling them something like this. She stood up and walked over to her bed and lied down. Well, I could tell McGonagall, but any teacher would tell my parents. But I would get help. Do I want help? Do I need it? I'm pretty alright except for that I'm cutting my self and depressed. I not too bad, am I?
Don't fool your self Hermione said the voice of reason that had been tucked away for so long. You need to talk to someone. Ron will help. Hermione thought. She rolled over on to her stomach and pulled her pillow to her chest and held it. Her thoughts of her bad habit, friends, family, and school bounced from one thing to the next and she slowly fell asleep.
"Hermione, Hermione!"
The sleeping girl awoke suddenly as she heard a voice from down stairs.
"Hermione. Dinners ready."
Hermione slowly pulled herself up and stretched her arms over her head.
"Coming mum!" She shouted back down. Standing up Hermione growled to herself, upset that she was a woken from a good dream. She had been at Hogwarts, it was winter and she had been watching her friends have a snow ball fight. Suddenly Ron had thrown a snowball in her face, She had gotten angry and became apart of the fun.
Hermione went to her desk before heading down stairs. She placed her letter to Ron inside the desk's drawer, and then drew out her knife (She had bought a new one for potions the last time she was in Diagon alley, since Ron still had her old one). Hermione pulled her t-shirt's collar so that her damaged shoulder was exposed. Hermione made a small slice, the slowly let a small amount of blood escape. She sighed in relief, enjoying a moment of bliss.
With the hand of her opposite arm Hermione grabbed a tissue from the box in front of her. She folded it into a small square and placed it on the cut. Hermione pulled her bra strap on to the make shift bandage to hold it in place. She also returned her tee-shirt to the proper way to wear it and left her room.
She walked out into the hall and held the banister as she walked down the stairs. Hermione turned the corner into the dining room and from their walked into the Kitchen.
"Hey mum!" said Hermione in the cheeriest voice she could muster (which was pretty cheery because she had become so good at pretending).
"Hello Hermione, would you take the green beans out of the microwave?"
"Yep", she said, doing what she was told to do.
"What took you so long coming down the stairs?"
Hermione paused for a second, "Oh I was reading The Scarlet Letter. I wanted to finish the chapter I was on. I just got to the part where Hester and Pearl run into Dimmesdale in the woods."
"That's nice, do you like the book?"
"Yep", said Hermione. She had read The Scarlet Letter last summer but she read so much that her parents could hardly keep up with what she was reading. Hermione normally read nonfiction, but she occasionally pick up a novel from her mothers book shelf when she was at home for the summer. Hermione also found it a bit scary, her ability to lie to her parents with ease.
Their was silence between mother and daughter for a few seconds.
"Where's dad?"
"He'll be here soon; he just went back to the office for a bit. He forgot to grab some papers on his way out."
Hermione looked at the kitchen table. Three places were made up. She turned her hear to the oven for curiosity had over her about what her mum had made for dinner. There were two pots sitting on the oven. One filled with a red tomato sauce, the other was filled with noodles. Spaghetti.
Hermione sat down at the table and just as she did her heard the front door open and someone walk in.
"Your father must be home"
Hermione then heard his footsteps as he came closer. Mr. Granger then appeared at the entrance to the kitchen. He greeted his family not long after he and his wife joined their daughter and began to eat. Hermione took a bite of meatball and set her fork back down.
"Umm, could we go to London sometime this week? I have a letter to a friend I want to put in the post." Hermione asked politely.
"Didn't we just take you their a few days ago to send a letter?" said her father
"Yes, but that one was for Harry, for his birthday. This one is for Ron."
"Oh well, we'll see. We can't just keep taking you around the country to send post out." said her mum. "Why didn't you just send it when we were their last week?"
"I err didn't know I was going to send him one at the time" Hermione lied. She really had been hoping to get one from him, and she was a bit scared to write to him. She didn't want him to know she was upset, or at least find out through the mail.
"Well I suppose you could get Samantha to take you. She is usually in London once a week for her job", said Mrs. Granger. Samantha was a mate of Hermione's mum.
"Sounds good to me", said Hermione, wondering if Samantha would let her of on her own because as a muggle Samantha could not know about the wizarding world or Diagon ally.
"Alright, I'll call her after dinner to see if she is making a trip out their any time soon"
"Thanks mum"
Hermione lay on her bed. An open book was she had set next to her had been almost untouched since she set it down. Hermione was on top of a red fleece blanket. She didn't want to the white bed spread to be stained, leaving awkward, unanswerable questions. Also the shirt she now wore was a pajama shirt with very thin straps. Her potions knife was in her hand, she dragged it against her left shoulder. Blood ran down her arm.
"Ahhhh…." Hermione sighed in relief. She dabbed up some of the blood with her red blanket and made another long mark.
Tap tap tap….
Someone was knocking on her door
She through the blanket over her shoulders and arms, her knife hidden in the blankets. Hermione plopped her self down on her stomach and started to pretend to read just as her mother walked in.
"Hermione", said her mother "I just got off the phone with Samantha. She agreed to take you to London with you tomorrow. She'll be here to pick you up at 8"
"Ok, thanks mum" Hermione said a bit too fast, panic still rushing through her veins.
"Alright then, good night Hermione"
"Night mum" replied Hermione as her mother walked out and closed the door.
"Don't stay up too late" Hermione heard her mum say through the door before hearing her walk down the hall.
Hermione was up till eleven or later, cutting her self before finally crawling in her covers. She was exhausted form staying up late and loss of blood.
The next day Hermione headed out to London with her mum's friend. Samantha was an insurance adjuster and had some business to attend to in London that day dealing with a claim about a backed up, then overflowing toilet. Their had been a lot of damages from the water that had overflowed.
Samantha had dropped Hermione off at a book store not far from the Leakey Cauldron (though Samantha didn't know that) and would be back to pick Hermione up at noon for lunch.
Hermione waited in the store till she was sure Sam was gone before she walked out and headed to the Leakey Cauldron. The small pub was pretty empty and no one noticed her go out into the ally. In Diagon alley she went strait to the post office to mail her letter to Ron. Once sending it to the Burrow she stayed in Flourish and Blott's till 1:30 so she would have enough time to get back to the muggle book store.
Later that day Ron Weasley received that letter. The owl had dropped it off to him while he and his siblings were degnomeing the garden.
"A bit late for the post isn't?" remarked Percy as George grabbed the letter from the owl that had touched down near to where he sat.
"Oi, Ron it's for you" said George.
"It is?" asked Ron
Fred took the letter from his twin and read the envelope "Has your name on it, and it's in a muggle envelope"
"Must be from Hermione" said Ron as he stood and walked over to get his letter from the twins.
"OOooohhh", the twins said at the same time.
"Ron's got a love letter hasn't he George", teased Fred.
"Knock it off and give him the letter", barked Ginny.
"Right", said Fred handing it over to his younger brother
"Thanks Gin" said Ron
"Yep" replied his little sister.
Ron opened it as he sat back down on to the grass.
Dear Ron,
How has you summer been? Mine for the most part had been fairly mediocre, despite the fact that I have received some more books from my parents. But with out you and Harry interrupting me every now and then I find myself bored out of my mind. (Ron laughed to himself as he read it)
During the last term you said something about the quiddtich world cup and that your dad might be able to get tickets. I know nothing about it, where it is, when it is, and all that so I would appreciate an update on plans because I told my mum and dad about the cup and they need more information it they are going to let me go. They also said they would pay my in to see the match.
Things are decent otherwise. I hope to hear from you soon.
Love Hermione
Hmm, she says she's been doing fine, he thought. "I'll be right back I just wanna reply to her"
"Wait Ron you have to help us"
"I'll just be a sec." he said, running into the house and up to his room.
"Tell Hermione hi for me", Ginny shouted right before the door began to close.
He grabbed a peace of paper and began to write. When finished he ran back down stairs, sent the letter with Errol, and went back out to help his brothers and sister.
Hermione was asleep in bed. It was about two in the morning. Hermione was a woken by a tap tap tap at her window. She laid their for a while listening to the noise, then jumped out of bed and went to the window as she realized what it was. Hermione opened the window and let The Weasley's owl in to her room. It flew inside and perched on the bed frame on at the foot of her bed. She untied the letter from around the bird's foot, and opened it.
Hey Hermione, (it read)
It you're so bored why now come here for the rest of the summer? Mum was just telling us the other day we could have friends stay here. And I don't think it's ever been boring here.
The cup is on the 25th in Ireland. Ludo bagman is in the process of getting tickets for my dad so we can all go. I'll tell you more when my dad tells me more. I hope you're doing fine. Oh and Ginny says hi.
-Ron
A true smile was visible on Hermione's face. In the morning she would ask her parents if she could go. Hermione would finally get a chance to talk to Ron.
A week later she was in front for the Burrow hugging her mum good bye. She steeped out of the car, pulled her trunk out of the back of the car, and knocked on the door, her dad waited inside of the car. A delighted looking Mrs.Weasley opened the door.
"Hermione", she exclaimed "Come in, come in. Ron is upstairs. Why don't you get him or one of the other boys to help you bring your things in?" Hermione walked inside the house for the first time. She watched Mrs.Weasley walk out to say hello to her mum. The door was left open and her trunk was outside. Hermione managed to get it into the house and looked around.
She felt a bit awkward. She stood in the foyer, not knowing where anyone was. She didn't want to feel like she was intruding. She looked back outside; her mum and Ron's mum were still talking.
She said Ron was upstairs. Thought Hermione. Hermione saw the stairs; they looked like they just kept going up and up. She knew she wouldn't be able to get her trunk up them alone. Maybe I should just walk up? That's what Mrs.Weasley told me to do. Well I can't just stand here for too long.
Just as Hermione was about to start up the stair case she heard foot steps coming down. The smallest Weasley slowly descended to meet Hermione.
"Oh hi Hermione, I didn't know you were here yet"
"Hey Ginny", said a relived Hermione "Yeah I just got here. Your mum's talking to mine out side.
Ginny peered out the door to see.
"So, what should I do with my trunk?"
"Oh your going to be staying in my room with me so…were gonna need someone to help us carry it up the stairs. I'll be right back" she said and took up the stairs again. Not long after she returned with Fred and George.
The twins said their hellos and carried her things into Ginny's Room. Hermione fallowed them and Ginny upwards. They came up on the third landing and entered the first room on the right. The twins dropped the large truck on the floor.
"There you are Hermione" said one of the twins.
"Thanks" she told them. She still felt a bit odd, being in a new place and all.
"Yep, now if you don't mind Fred and I have other things to attend to", and with that they left. Hermione heard them go back down the stairs.
"So how's your summer been so far?" asked Hermione.
"Pretty good so far, I still need to do a bit of my school work though. How's yours been? Ron said you've been bored."
"Yeah, theirs not much to do when you're the only child in a boring muggle town. Where is Ron any way?"
"He's probably in his room; you can head up if you wanna see him. His room is all the way at the top, two floors up."
"Thanks Ginny"
"Yeah, and if anyone asks where I am tell them I'm over at the Lovegood's"
"Alright" said Hermione as both girls left the room, one going up the stairs and the other going down.
Hermione two floors up and knocked on Ron's door.
"What?" came Ron's voice from inside, figuring that his mum or one of his siblings was on the other side.
"Ron, it's me" Hermione said to the closed door. The door opened and Hermione saw one out of two her best friends.
"Oh, sorry Hermione. I thought you were my mum or someone"
"It's alright Ron" she said as she stepped into his room.
"When did you get here?" he asked.
"Just a bit ago. Fred and George helped me get my things into Ginny's room"
"So, life in muggle-land too boring?"
"Kinda, I feel a bit a badly about leaving mum and dad so early though"
"Don't worry about it; I'm sure they don't mind too much"
"Yeah, I guess your right"
The two talked for a while, until Mrs. Weasley called them down for dinner. During the entire conversation Hermione thought about telling Ron about the thing she ha been doing to herself for now what seemed like ages. But she didn't. She held it in. Later perhaps. I just got here today, their will be plenty of time to talk later.
A/N: Sorry for not updating for a while. I wrote more than usual for compensation. Review please if you have any suggestions or anything, also what do u guys' think of the story so far?