Hermione,
Harry just got done telling me we don't have to go with him.
Yeah right, like we'd jip out on him? Whatever, Harry.
You wouldn't, right?
Ron

Hermione,
We're leaving for France in a week!
And today we talked about leaving Harry. We nearly had a row, except not. I think we're too bent on enjoying these last few days of normalcy to have a row, except it makes things even less normal. We're barely looking at each other, and it hurts me.
I mean, I know why we're avoiding each other, I'm not stupid. Reason number one is because neither of us wants to get into a fight, and just one odd look could send the other yelling at this moment, we're so tense. Reason number two is because I'd really like to snog your face off, and maybe you feel the same way and you're too scared to look because kissing would make Harry's life even more awkward, or maybe you're a mind reader and you're too grossed out to look at me.
Oh, I have to take a piss and Ginny finally got done taking her shower (like she really needs to take twenty minutes) so good bye.
Ron

Hermione,
We've been talking less and less during the day, but at night sometimes, we have these deep conversations, and it's really strange. Like tonight—everyone had gone to bed and I went downstairs for a glass of water. And there you were, already, like you knew that I was coming. Since we have to wake up early to use a Portkey to get to France tomorrow (later today?), it was only eleven and everyone was in bed. We stayed up talking until three, and that's where I've just gotten back from.
And it was really strange. We talked about stupid things compared to what's going on now—like our dreams and aspirations for when we grow older. Surprisingly, we, who are so full of hopes and wishes right now have none for when we grow up, or no exact ones at least.
Sometimes I think I have an idea of how I'd like my future to be…but it's always changing.
I wish I knew how to speak French.
Ron

Hermione,
France is nice, I guess. The wedding's in two days. I can barely stand Fleur—she's so cheery, and I guess Bill for that matter, too.
The Delacour's home is rather large, but we still have to share rooms, since such a multitude of people are coming.
Except, the thing is, Harry and Ginny started snogging again, so you ditched the room you were sharing with Ginny for here, because it was too cramped, and it seems Harry's planning to hang out there instead of in his room for the time being.
Ahh, weddings. Well, at least it's keeping our mind off of you-know-what for now.
You're coming back from the bathroom, with that funny toilet that squirts you…to clean you out. So I need to hide this.
I suppose sharing a room will be interesting, roommate.
Ron

Hermione!
So Bill comes up to me this afternoon and goes, "You should ask Hermione to the wedding."
And I, being idiot me, said, "She's already going to the wedding, Bill."
Anyway, whatever, he was trying to give me romantic advice it turned out, and since he's the one getting married, I decided, hey, I'll trust him. He said that that wasn't the point, that you would think it was cute and what not, and blah blah blah.
Oh, yeah, Bill is like the only one who knows I like you. Well, Ginny does, because it's pretty obvious, and Fred and George have teased me about it sometimes, but they got off my back when I denied it for the hundredth thousandth time. I got used to denying it without my face turning red, see, so they believed me. And I think Harry knows, but maybe not, since he's so wrapped up in everything else, and Lavender might, because she didn't want me to talk to you when we were going out, and I think Neville Longbottom said something to me about me liking you once, or maybe it was the other way around, and Luna Lovegood wrote me a note once and I swear that it had my initials entwined with yours in it, but that's only a handful of people, now isn't it?
So, I took Bill's advice tonight, after dinner. Not even all of the guests are here yet and the Delacours insist on serving like, meals with courses. So after dinner, or the desert course, or whatever I sort of wandered outside, and tried to give you this look that said, "Hermione, get your arse outside!" but I don't think it quite worked. Ginny came and we chatted for a bit. Then you came and then Ginny had to get a shower and we started talking.
And I said, "So, what's up?"
And you said, "Nothing. I'm full. You?"
And I said, "Yeah, the same."
And then we sort of just sat on the patio in silence, and you hummed a little and I tied and untied and retied my left shoe three times.
And then I said, "So, would you like to go to the wedding with me?"
And you said the same exact thing that I said to Bill, pretty much. You said, "Ron, I'm already going to the wedding."
I was pretty embarrassed. I said, "Yeah, I know. But do you want to go with me?"
It was really awkward and we just kind of sat there. After a few seconds or minutes or hours or days or weeks or months or years, you said, "Oh that would be lovely!" And it sort of felt like one of those Muggle movies that you made me watch when I was over your house, one of those movies where the guy finally asks the girl out, and next thing you know they're snogging, except we didn't even hug or anything. We just kind of sat there and smiled.
And then the sun set, and you said, "It's beautiful."
And I thought about those Muggle movies again, because we watched one where that same thing happened and the guy said, "Yes, you are," which I thought was really cheesy, so I didn't say it.
Then Harry came out and we talked about random things and then we all went to bed about four hours later, and Harry is back in this room now and you're back with Ginny so…well I had high hopes for tonight but never mind that.
The wedding is tomorrow. See you then.
Ron

Dear Hermione,
I just woke up. Everyone was up so late last night. Bill and Fleur are off at their honeymoon and we're leaving here tomorrow morning…we were supposed to today but Mum wanted to chat a bit and George is here with that Muggle girl from the village that he had a liking to (she accidentally walked into their shop one day when they were performing some experiment and they had to explain, so she knows all about magic, and I don't know whether that's good or bad) and everything's still loud and busy like the wedding hasn't even happened yet.
Actually, it wasn't that great, you probably liked it better than I did. I had to do all that wedding stuff and didn't even see you until the reception bit. You looked dazzling, by the way. I think I told you that you looked nice, but nice was an understatement.
So, anyway, I ate a lot of food, and I think you did, too, and I think everyone was a bit tipsy, but whatever. And I thought back to the Yule Ball in fourth year and how I barely danced with my date, so I asked you to dance but only for the slower songs, because my feet are big and I have no rhythm. It turns out you don't really either, but oh well.
I had high hopes once more. We didn't kiss or anything that much. We just danced, except when we went to go to bed. No one was looking and we were alone in the corridor and you got up on your tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek, which made me confused, because it was like…alright, is this friendship or more than that?
So, I got a bit carried away, and I sort of moved your head and it was really awkward because of how we were standing but we kissed, and it was just a gentle, short kiss, and it wouldn't have counted with any other girl, but it was with you, so it did.
And then you said good night in this sexy voice and I was like, "Wooah, Hermione's sexy? Okay, so I have a liking to her but, wow, this is getting interesting." But of course I didn't say that out loud, I just thought it.
Well, time for breakfast. Bye.
Ron

Hermione,
Sorry I haven't written since last week, but we've decided to leave the day after Harry's birthday, which is tomorrow. On his birthday we're going to quick take our Apparating tests (Harry and I, that is), and then depart for Godric's Hollow.
Harry doesn't want Ginny to come and neither do I. She's not speaking to us.
Harry doesn't even want you and me to come to Godric's Hollow but we made a compromise and if he wants alone time, we'll give him it.
I'm tired, good night.
Ron

Hermione,
We're all packed up and ready to go! I woke up so early…and I just got back from talking to you, because you were nervous and also got up early, and we went downstairs (we're at 12 Grimmauld Place now, forgot to mention that last time) and we drank some water and you made some pancakes and we just talked and you cried a bit and we hugged and then we went outside real quick…and did nothing but sit there, and you kissed me really quick on the lips once, and then you said, "Let's go back inside, they're probably all up now."
And I'm going to go say good bye to Mum, Dad, and Ginny now, so good bye. Wish me luck.
Ron