Ron trudged through the icy, frozen ground off the park, hearing the crunch of the frozen grass under his feet. He remembered Hermione's figure walking through a park, quite similar to his own path now. Memories of the time he and Hermione actually got a chance to date. They had spent a while splashing around in a lake together. They were good times. They had laughed and splashed each other. They would kiss under an old willow, holding each other close.

He looked around. There were a few business people running through the park, with their heads down and umbrella's or briefcases held over their heads. They were sprinting down the path in their business suits even though it was a Saturday. There was a young family sitting together under a small gazebo. There was a small boy about three and a little girl of five. She had a mop of blonde curls like her mother, and brother. They were all laughing and sharing out bagels from a bakery bag. Ron scowled, that would never be him. He shoved his hands into his coat pockets and continued to walk. There was no one else in the park. He didn't blame them. It was cold and wet. Most normal people wouldn't go out in this weather.

He trudged further along towards the lake. He only went there in between his shifts at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and Flourish and Blotts. But when he did get a chance he enjoyed it. Last summer he had spent a lot of his summer out by that lake. He, Harry and Ginny had spent a fair bit of time there, feeding fish and other birds that came up to them. That was the summer before last. But now it was winter and it was cold and he was lonely.

Wandering through the trees and all their fallen leaves he felt at home. Feeling the rain pelt his skin he embraced the sharpness. He was looking out across the lake. He could see a busy road and then a row of apartments. Suddenly something else came into his line of vision. A girl. No… a woman. She was in a long pink, wool coat. The brunette had curled her hair into a tight bun. She had her head down but she wasn't carrying an umbrella. She was another insane person like him, walking in the rain for no apparent reason. He watched the girl as she walked around the lake tentatively. She obviously lived near here, as she knew the park really well. She began walking towards the other side of the park. She passed him and she smiled kindly. They obviously realized that they were both the only two people insane enough to come out. Oh well… he thought what isn't there to love about rain?

Hermione smiled as she passed the young red headed man in the park. He was rather handsome and tall with broad shoulders. He was wearing a thick black coat. He looked nice enough. At least he seemed to be someone who appreciated the rain. As she walk past him and continued on her work through the park she thought about life and how much it had changed. She missed having Ron to share walks in the park with her. They had done so much together. She remembered spending time in the rain with him. And then there was one time when it was raining outside and she was helping him move into his apartment. She had been wearing an oversized blue button up shirt of Ron's. It hung well over her knees. And underneath it she had a pair of black footless tights. She had worn a new skirt to his house that day but she hadn't gotten wet on her way there so he happily shared clothes with her. And she and Ron began unpacking his stuff when he turned the radio on. She had started singing and swaying her hips to the music. He came up from behind her wrapping his hands around her waist and began dancing with her.
She recalled all this with a vague smile on her face. They were good times. She would never get a chance to dance like that again because she didn't have anyone to do it with.

She noticed that now she was on the other side of the park. Deciding to buy something to eat, she followed the street down, looking for a coffee shop.
Finally she found one and she flopped down, soaking wet, in a vinyl seat. A waitress came over looking bored.

'Can I get you anything M'am?' she asked her jaws snapping up and down as she chewed gum.

'Um… thankyou… I think… I'll have a piece of raisin toast and a coffee… to go.' She added as an afterthought.

The girl scribbled something down and then left Hermione to look out at the park. A few moments later the girl appeared again with a coffee and piece of raisin toast in a napkin. Hermione thanked the girl and gave her the fitting money sum. Then she grasped all her stuff and begun to walk out across the road again. As she hit the edge of the park she ran into the red head man on his way back across the park. The smiled again and Hermione let him pass her, watching him as he disappeared into the big apartment building.
Hermione wandered back across the park towards her own, large apartment block. In the comfort of her own foyer she saw a Muggle friend of hers, Louise. She smiled and waved when she saw Hermione. The two had formed a friendship after all; Hermione lived in the building where she was receptionist. Louise and Hermione would always take time to talk to each other. But other than that they weren't really that close.

'Hey Lou!' she beamed coming closer to her friend pulling her into a hug.

'Hey Hermione! I haven't see you for ages!'

'You either! I haven't seen you in about two weeks! Where have you been!'

'Oh… yeah… I've picked up a few extra shifts. One at the bookstore and one at the CD store.'

The two friends quickly caught up, exchanging a few stories before bidding each other goodbye. Hermione pressed the button, in the elevator, with seven on it. She heard the elevator move her up seven floors. When she reached her level she pulled out her key and opened her apartment door.

'Hello dear!' croaked an old lady leaving an apartment.

'Hello Mrs McGraw! Are you here visiting Kristina?'

'Yes, yes, I'm going back to the retirement village now.'

'Well… it's been nice to see you Mrs McGraw.'

'You too deary!'

Hermione smiled as she flopped onto her lounge. She was glad that Mrs McGraw couldn't stop and chat. That woman could talk for hours. Suddenly an owl hit her upper storey window.

She stopped; she only got owls from St Mungo's calling her into work. But this wasn't a hospital owl. She opened the window in confusion and let it in. It was then that she recognized it. The owl was snowy white with amber eyes. It was Hedwig, Harry's owl. She stuck out a leg and Hermione happily pulled the scroll off its leg.

Hedwig didn't fly off; she flew to Hermione's kitchen and helped herself to a piece of toast that was sitting on the bench.

She read it,

Dear 'Mione!

I'm sorry to contact you at such late notice but my dearest husband is missing his male best friend and so I am being dragged from my comfortable home way across to his apartment block.

Now, you are asking; what the hell does this have to do with me'

Well, I was looking for my brother's address when I found yours. And I discovered that you lived close enough for me to visit you. So I am informing you know that I will be seeing you either tomorrow or the day after.
Please reply if this is okay.

Love

Ginny

PS. You know I'm going to come to your place anyway. So even if you say no I will be there.

Hermione smiled, 'Hedwig!' she called and the snowy owl swooped round to Hermione's shoulder.

'Here'

Quickly Hermione wrote out a note to Ginny in her flowery handwriting,

Dear Ginny,

So glad that you are just as feisty as you always were. I am surprised that Harry hasn't killed you yet. I am glad to hear that I will be seeing you. Come whenever you like. I won't be going anywhere.

With love,

Mione.

Hedwig let the scroll be tied to her before flying out the window, into the rain.

Hermione looked around her apartment. At least it was clean. She was expecting visitors!

Ron read over his newly received letter,

Dear Ron,

Due to the fact that I haven't seen you in years, I have decided to pay you a visit. Whether you like it or not, your sister (my wife! Ha!) And I will be in your apartment by about 10am tomorrow morning.

That's all

Harry and Ginny.

Ron smiled, the last two words, and Ginny were written in a completely different colour ink and a different handwriting. Quickly writing his yes reply he turned to his apartment.

'Merlin… what will Ginny say when she sees this! I better get it cleaned up!

It would appear he would have visitors tomorrow.