AH. I'm sorry it's taken so long. Shout out to , because I went through your profile and found lots of slash. Even though I don't go for Ron/Harry stuff. Still. Reppin' the slash. AGAIN, sorry it's short, but you should probably expect short stuff because it's my first time and I suck at writing :)
Harry POV
It's now been three weeks since they left. I've been bored senseless. And angry. But mostly bored. I kept going over scenarios in my head about how I'd ream them out once they were back, but I knew I could never say what I thought of aloud. I bet they were off, having the bloody time of their lives together, laughing together, getting drunk…scratch that, Hermione would never do that. But they were probably spending romantic nights on the beach, nights that I won't get with Ginny until she's graduated (another year…kill me now). They probably went back to the hotel room and ordered wine and… OKAY. I'll just shut up now. I think my brain needs to rest because I am definitely not going there.
I strode downstairs into Miss Nottingham's kitchen. The worst cat she had growled at me, and got into pouncing position. I sighed. Every. Single. Time. I pulled out my wand and muttered 'Stupefy." The cat was frozen in place. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and said the counter-spell, quickly running back downstairs.
Three bloody weeks and I still haven't found a good place to live… I think Voldemort put another curse on me as a baby, not allowing me to live in a good place for a long amount of time. I mean, there was my home, then the Burrow (which I could only stay in for a limited amount of time during the summer) and then there was Grimmauld Place.
I heard a tapping on the small basement window. I looked over, and a small brown owl screeched at me.
Pigwidgeon.
Hermione POV
I'm a bloody mess. I haven't showered in days, my parents aren't coping with the lessons as well as I thought they would, Ron's being a grouch, and I really wish I had brought Hogwarts: A History with me. But mostly, I miss Harry.
It's terrible. I feel as if we all work better as a group than as a couplet. Although, Ron and Harry were always fine without me.
Sigh. I push those thoughts from my mind. I have never gone this long without talking to Harry, and it's really getting to me. I think Ron's mostly upset because he hasn't gotten drunk in a while or had a guy's night out. I wonder what Harry's been up to? Is it horrible for me to assume he's lonely? I mean, apart from Neville and Luna, he only really ever spent time with Ron and I. And since Ginny and Luna are at school and Neville is now training to be a teacher, he must not have many people.
Oh! I almost forgot. Mum and dad still have Crookshanks! He remembered me, at least. And my god, I hadn't realized how much I missed him.
It's rather strange though; he even looked between Ron and I for a moment as if he was asking, "Where's the other one?"
Anyways, about my parents. I think the spell has been having bad effects on them. As if the memories returning are… well, painful. I spoke to Professor McGonagall, and she believes that it's because they had painful thoughts associated with the memory. Her suspicion is that my parents were worried about my life when I was telling them about certain events, and now it's making it painful for them to remember. I had never imagined something like that was possible! In any case, we've stopped lessons temporarily. Ron immediately thought this meant we could go back home, and began packing our things. He had another damn hissy fit when I told him I'm not leaving yet, but he's still staying. Truthfully, I think it might be best if he did go home, so that he could smooth things over with Harry… Okay, I'll admit it. I don't want to have to face Harry angry. If Ron went and talked to him now, by the time I come back, he might not be mad anymore.
I feel terrible. I really didn't want to hurt Harry; he's my best friend. I don't know why we came up with this stupid "Leave Harry Back Home" idea.
Ron sent a letter to Harry yesterday, and I caught a glimpse of it before Pig took it.
Hey mate,
Not sure how to start this really.
Okay. Hermione and I are miserable. It's like we can't get along without you (Although that might just be because there's nobody around here to get wasted with). She's downright depressed because things aren't going as she planned, but hey, we've told her to keep her hopes down because it avoids disappointment, but she just never listens. She's no fun when she's moody. You bloody well know that though.
So yeah… I really just wanted to apologize. We miss you. A lot. And it was a right mistake telling you not to come. I don't know when we'll be back yet, I already tried to escape a couple of times but Hermione's caught me.
I'm joking. I wouldn't do that to her.
Also, mum told me to tell you that she wants to go back to the Burrow. She's in a tizzy without you there… you know she considers you a son. And nice don't even bother telling me you're happy where you live, I spoke to Dean and he says you're miserable where you live! Is it really true she's got ten cats?
Love,
Ron
Yes, I added the love. I thought it might help! It's bloody adorable. It better work.