'Mione!

Things were all fine and dandy as far as living in caves can go, but now there has been a particularly violent turn. It's already a few days before your birthday—I haven't written to you in weeks, simply because nothing has happened. I mean, sure, obvious things have. We've slept in a few more caves, caught a few colds, went home to get some blankets and the like because now it's getting colder, had Harry find out that we had suddenly started kissing every now and then (really, not that often, just once or twice a week, nothing more than the last time I wrote, but it's still rather enjoyable), and the rest. But last night when we quickly Apparated back to the Burrow because we had run out of food, all hell seemed to break loose.
"Thank Merlin you're here!" Mum had nearly screamed. "Remus was just over, you need to get to Grimmauld Place! Now!"
We were all rather surprised. Whenever we come home, Mum always make us sit down and eat and talk. We're not there too often, just once every few weeks, but, still. She misses us all terribly and wants to fatten us up or something. But this time, she didn't even stop to hug any of us or recommend that we take a nice hot shower.
We used floo powder to get to Grimmauld Place, simply because our heads were still spinning from Apparating. When we got there, a huge group of members of the Order were there, all looking serious and down-to-business. Tonks was there and she looked different than I had ever seen her. Her hair was in a bright red bob, and her eyes had this excited, ready-to-fight glimmer to them. That's when Moody approached us.
"We know the whereabouts of one of the Horcruxes," he said, plain out. "The locket, in fact. I was right, it is in a cave in Scotland, but it's a heavily guarded one, and it has a boulder in front of it."
Harry nodded, already businesslike himself. "Alright, we have enough people to move it…"
But Mad-Eye interrupted him. "It's enchanted. It only rolls aside on the first night of a full moon. Otherwise it's impossible to move it." He paused, and I noticed Lupin in the corner, looking rather depressed. "That means Lupin over there won't be coming with us, but there will probably be loads of Death Eaters there, some of them probably werewolves."
I bit my lip when he said this, remembering Bill's problem with Greyback, but he was healed now, except for a few scars that couldn't be healed. He didn't care, anyway, claiming that women liked scars, much to the dismay of Fleur. Still, I wanted revenge.
You gripped my hand, then, behind my back, and held it firmly, as Mad-Eye continued; saying that tomorrow was the first night of a full moon. So, we stayed there, Harry and me sharing a room and you in the one you'd normally share with Ginny.
And now it is afternoon, and we're going to Apparate to this cave, because Moody's seen it before, and we're leaving in a few hours.
So…we wait.
Ron

Happy Bloody Birthday to you!
Well, we've finally destroyed one of the Horcruxes, the locket, in fact, but it was a brutal fight, and only now I've woke up. It's the afternoon of your birthday, and you're still asleep, because you suffered a minor concussion that's going to have you knocked out for a few days. Everyone tried to heal you. I hope you wake up today.
I don't know why I was out—I suppose that I was just tired. I have a gash on my left arm that's gone rather deep. Mum's worrying. Harry came away a bit battered himself. I'm not sure where he is. Perhaps he's talking to Ginny. She was rather upset when we came home.
No one was terribly injured, but the same went for the Death Eaters. Well, they were injured, but none were killed or arrested. We didn't have time for that, and they were too powerful to kill, just to hurt.
I hope you wake up soon. I worry about you. I miss you. I miss how you yell at me for procrastinating and I miss lots of things.
Before the battle, we kissed, and it was your idea. You said we'd be so happy that our Patronuses would work very well, and just to think of that moment when we went to cast it. Well, I thought about more than kissing, but it was just so…us. I mean, kissing Lavender was different. It was like, what I thought was a perfect kiss. It wasn't too wet and she always knew what to do with her tongue and that deterred me at first because I didn't. But you just do whatever you want, and the way you kiss is amazing.
So, I don't remember which spell knocked you out—I was off fighting someone else then, but you best get better, because I really care about you.
Because I love you.
Ron

Dear Hermione,
FINALLY you're awake! It's actually only two days later. You have a cut on your eyebrow but you still look as lovely as ever, although you think you look stupid. You tried a healing spell on my arm and I tried one on your eyebrow but you're much better at healing spells. Mine's actually just a scar, now, but your cut is still scabbed up.
Harry, naturally, is researching about the Horcruxes. This involves hours of sitting around 12 Grimmauld Place with the rest of the Order and reading countless amounts of books, which you adore. Meanwhile, I have played about 900 different types of card games with Ginny and have even used Fred and George's daydream product to escape the boredom. Mind you, the daydreams are terribly girly and I feel like a poof, but it makes me laugh when the effects are over.
Everyone knows we have feelings for each other. Sometimes I wish we could just say, "Oh, yes, we're boyfriend and girlfriend!" but we can't, because this isn't a time for romance.
Harry wants to set out and explore a little starting in a few days. He's a very kinesthetic person. That's a new word I learned today from you. See? We teach each other things everyday.
Hmm…I just heard you go outback, I think I'm going to join you.
Until next time,
Ron

Dear Hermione,
So we've come to our destination as September ends. My mum knows a family in Devon who owned a library in a rather large house of theirs that they've abandoned as of late (details are sketchy), and we've arrived here. The Order came, but left due to Harry's request, so it's me, you, and him, in this large country-side mansion, full of gnargles, quite sadly.
The library has all sorts of books, and a section just about the Dark Arts. I can't help but wonder about the reputation of this family—were they supporters of You-Know-Who, do you think? None of us know, but we are glad to have information and a place to stay and rest. There is a well outback, and we found some seeds in a shed to plant a garden. Harry doesn't want us to make this place a home—after all, the family might return and be angry at us, but we've already only been here a day and it seems rather comfy.
We all have our own bedrooms, and there's this forest outback. You've been in the library a lot—reading for research as well as pleasure. There's even a book on You-Know-Who, and we think that that might leave clues.
I have a feeling that something important is going to happen here.
Yours,
Ron