Hey, I'm tired so I can't think of anything funny to say. Sorry.

I will say I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever…I got tied up in school, homework, friends, lessons, and now my gallbladder and wisdom teeth issues. Plus three honors classes (the most I could take without Spanish) and my friend's drama and starting high school…ugh!

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Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, it would go more like this (and wouldn't be half as good). I also don't own The Lord of the Flies. That would be William Golding, but I think he's dead. So his publicist or something must own it.

Warning: Right now, I don't know what's going to happen. I'm just going to let it pour out.

Chapter 3: Matters of the Heart...Overheard

To shake things up: Narrator's POV, Following Ron

Ron had finally gotten out of his pajamas and was waiting for his mom to cook lunch downstairs, alone with his thoughts. Wonder what's taking so long…Did something happen? Was running through his mind, but no one could blame him for being worried. Not only did they say they would be back by 12:30 and it was already 1:00, but with Lord Voldemort—You-Know-Who as most of the wizarding world called him—on the rise freely and publicly, "blood traitors" and "mud-bloods" and anyone on the good side was at danger. His family was not only on the "blood traitors" list, but was on the good side with Harry Potter, Ron's best friend. Then there was Hermione Granger, a "mud-blood" and on the good side…but every time Ron thought of Hermione his stomach did a weird flip-thing and he had to stop.

Before the last Weasley son could contemplate the matter further, two blonde females, two redheads, and one "brunette" opened the side door; Ron could hear her sister's and Fleur's laughs ringing.

The only male in the room gave them a startled look, which turned their laughs to giggles. Ginny gestured the stairs to the Fleur and they went up the steps to put their bags in their room.

Mrs. Weasley looked up at the clock. "Oh, I'm so sorry Ron. I'll make lunch for us all." But Ron suddenly realized that he wasn't hungry; his stomach still felt weird about Hermione.

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After many different drafts and many miles made pacing around the room, Ron finally had the perfect letter to Hermione…and then some. With very much thought put into it, he wrote two letters. One that he would send Hermione and one that he used to get his feelings out so he could stop thinking about it. He wiped his ink stained fingers and started reading the letter to send, then the one he wouldn't.

Dear Hermione,

I hope this letter finds you well. Even though we've seen each other very recently, I thought I should write since I keep on thinking about what's going on and the danger. I talked to my mother today. She said you can come over to stay whenever you want, just mail me ahead of time. Harry will come over August 1st and we'll both take the test for our Apparition licenses then. Have fun with your family.

Miss you,

Ron

Good. Ron thought. Could be longer but what could I say that would make conversation?

While thinking this over, his door opened with a bang as his older twin brothers came in. "Hello little Ronnikens!" Fred exclaimed. Ron whipped around in his chair as he said, "Oh, hi…" He lift up a book to hide the letter under, "what are you doing here?" He hid the letter under the book with a nervous laugh.

"What's that you're hiding from us?" George said as they started moving in closer.

"Dirty magazines?" Fred asked.

"Hidden love notes?" George asked as Ron blushed bright red.

"Gorden Bennet! (Heehee…love Red Dwarf!) It is love notes!" Fred exclaimed. George and Fred ran and grabbed the letter before Ron could stop them.

Ron started running after them. "Fred! George! You fucking lunatics! Give it back now!"

"Oh Hermione, I can't stop thinking about you without my stomach flipping. With all this shit going on, I keep on wondering if you're all right…Shit? Fuck? That's not proper language for our ickle Ronnikens!" George laughed at him while levitating the letter above his head and Ginny was trying to hold in giggles.

"You need to wash out your mouth!" And before Ron could do anything, Fred used his wand to put soap in his mouth.

Without thinking, Ron grabbed his wand while the twin's couldn't see from laughing to hard at the letters. He said the spell for water to get the soap out of his mouth. He stared happily shocked to remember he was at legal age to do magic.

"Petrificus Totalas!" (Sorry, I didn't want to look it up…) Ron shouted. The two stocky red heads fell down on their back. "Accio Letters!" Ron started up the stairs then stopped and turned around in guilt and unfroze them.

"Obviously you forgot I can do magic now." And left them in stunned silence. Ron never stood up for himself and actually succeeded. When Ron was gone, the twins thought of an idea that would embarrass and help Ron at the same time.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Of course I am. Ginny?"

"Damn straight!" (That has to be the best phrase ever!)

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After planning and planning, Fred, George, and Ginny knocked on the attic door to Ron's room. The door was answered by the lanky red head.

"What do you want now?" Ron was bright red from embarrassment.

Ginny, as part of the act, gave Fred and George a look identical to their mother. She dragged them into the bright orange room. "Fred and George have something to say to you." Ron, assuming the worst, clenched his fist around his wand. "They aren't going to do anything bad Ron." Ginny pushed them closer to Ron as she went to sit behind Ron on his bed near his desk. "What do you have to say?"

The twins hung their heads in unison and said, "We're sorry." Ron looked more confused and still held his wand tight. "We shouldn't have done that."

Ron rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at them. "What are you really here for? You're never sorry, or at least you never admit it!" Ginny motioned from behind Ron to keep on going since she wasn't done yet.

George used his improvising skills from years of pranks to answer. "Er… It's just…well, your seventeen now. You're legal."

Ron rolled his eyes again. "I know you aren't scared of me."

Fred butted in, "Well, we know you can do stuff that we can't, but we know you would never use it on us. If you wanted to, you could've done worse spells to us down there." Ron started to lower his wand a little.

"But the main reason we're sorry," George added, "Is because we know since you're legal, you aren't the same six year old whose teddy bear we turned into a giant spider." Ron shivered at the memory. Ginny gave the okay sign.

"So sorry mate."

Ron looked at them for a bit, but they were both sincere. He finally put his wand back in his pocket, still very confused. "Oh-okay, thank you I guess."

"No problem Ron." And with that the twins walked out, Ginny right behind.

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It was currently midnight. Hermione was sitting over her blankets in her night time attire—comfy pink sweat pants, a white spaghetti strap shirt, no shoes, and hair in a messy bun—trying to read Lord of the Flies. (Surprise, surprise. I had to read that this summer for Honors CA1 and I actually liked it the best! I expected to hate it, but I love the symbolism and everything. Me and my friend Sally, as I call her on fanfiction, were the only ones I know of who really like it.) She pushed her glasses, which replaced her contacts at night, back to the bridge of her nose where they soon slipped again. Hermione blew out of her mouth with her lower teeth forward that raised a piece of smooth hair. She marked her page in the book and touched the piece of hair she blew on. At night, after she took a shower and brushed it, her hair was actually nice. But no matter how she slept or what she put around her head, her hair was a frizzy mess by the morning. Only girls in the dormitory and Ginny had ever seen her hair like this, besides the hours it took before the Yule Ball. If only a certain red head boy could see it like this everyday.

She shook her head and stood up to turn off all the lights in her room except for the one by her bed. Turning on her stomach, she started to read the passage she was on. Soon into it she fell asleep with her head on her book, the light still on.

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Tap…tap…tap…was the sound Hermione woke up too. "What the—?" The brunette looked on down on the opened book, book marked it, and put it on the floor by her bed. She turned the clock around. In square, red numbers, it read 5:30 AM.

Tap! Tap! Tap! The noises became more agitated. "Fine I'm coming" she mumbled to no one. Hermione felt her hair with a grumble as she walked to the window. It was a fizzy mess already.

Drapes were put to the side and the window was opened to let in Ron's owl Pig. Without a second thought of why he was writing first and so soon, she took the letter off Pig and put him in the little owl cage she kept for when her magical friends contacted her. He ate happily and thankfully fell asleep soon after. Hermione closed the windows to block out the cold air and covered them with drapes. Before it was 5:35, the witch was snuggled under the covers in deep sleep.

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MWAHAHA! Now you'll have to wait until next time to find out what happens! Don't worry, I'll try to update this weekend. It's 10:05 and I need to read and summarize an article for Honors Biology, brush my teeth, wash my face, brush my hair, put in retainers, and put on lotion. TTFN, TA-TA FOR NOW!