Ron Weasley was walking down the street in muggle London. He was going to the Leaky Cauldron. A few feet ahead of him, he saw thick, brown, bushy hair. He ran toward it. But just as he was about to tap the person on the shoulder, he woke up.
'It was just a dream' he thought to himself 'even though it felt very real.'
Ron sat up in bed and looked around. He was in the two bedroom flat that he shared with Harry Potter, his best mate. He was trying to forget his dream, but he couldn't. It was the 4th time he had that dream. He knew what they where about. They were about the only girl he ever really loved. Her name was…Hermione Granger.
Ron looked at his nightstand. There sat a picture of his current and former best mate, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. He had meant to cut her out of the picture, but he couldn't find the heart to.
'The only reason we got into this stupid argument is because of "Vicky". Ron thought angrily. 'Because of him, the love of my life hates me.'
'Then again,' another voice in his head argued, 'you had brought up something else and that was your fault.'
It was true that he ended up causing the main argument but he didn't intend the fight to last so long.
'I'm such a prat. Instead of lying in a bed alone, Hermione could be next to me. I need to write to her.' Ron got up, out of his bed and headed to his desk. It was small but large enough for writing space and something Ron thought was called a "labpop".
