Hey guys, before I start the next chapter I'm gonna blab. If you don't wanna hear (I won't be offended, I'm just explaining myself….) Just skip to the non-bolded part of the story

Hey guys. I'm sorry. I'm so so so sooooo sorry for not updating. Even though probably only about two people are reading this story, I apologize. This summer was hectic.

I went to 3 camps;(count them, 3 camps! Four weeks!, 504 hours, I think…. ! Must I continue?) then one week in South Carolina, spent the rest with mad slow internet trying to find a house with parents, got a house, unpacked, and still dealt with sow internet. The Verizon people were supposed to come, but they didn't. So my computers frustrating me.

Then there was the first day of school. New town. New school. New People. Scary. I'm not gonna lie, I was in tears the first week. I ate lunch alone. I spoke to no one. No one spoke to me. I thought I'd never have friends. I didn't think I'd make it. All I wanted was to move back, and be with my friends. Being the new kid in Elementary school is ok. People are nice in 4th grade. I had Kelly and Anna and Meredith and those amazing Amish Gals I love. I had no hope, 8th grade is a jungle. Then angels from God were sent to me. My Westminster gals. We watch scary movies together, and we scream and cry and hug each other. We make funny references the next day. They've already invited me to their birthday parties, that are in MARCH. Life's fabulous now. I'm smiling again. Its great. :D.

Now, after my sob story, if theirs anyone left, lets get on with the story!

(did I mention I was SUPER sorry?)

I slowly opened my eyes, the sunlight from the early sun gleaming in my eyes. I decided I had to wake up now. Grumbling, I opened my window. Fresh air flew in.

And an owl did to. Magic will never leave me alone will it?

The letter was from Ron. I was surprised. It never seemed like Ronald Weasly would EVER care about me. His scribbled handwriting made me smile. Same old Ron. I ripped the envelope apart, like a kid on Christmas.

Dear Hermione,

I'm gonna kill that bastard. I really am. No one can stop me. He should never have done something like that to you. You better write me soon and tell me everything he did.

Why did you leave? Why did you leave Ginny, and Neville, and that devil cat of yours, and Harry, and Hagrid? Why did you leave me? I miss you Hermione. You'll never know how much.

How could you let that bastard hurt you like that? How? Your strong Hermione. Malfoy's a dingbat (A/N: Favorite Insult!!!!!) But, I guess I've never been a girl beaten up by a pretty big, evil dude.

So when are you coming back? You have to. You have to study, and pass, and come back next year. Harry and I will protect you from Malfoy. You know I- I mean we always will.

The truth is Hermione, I love you. I've loved you since I first laid my eyes on you. I may act like a jerk, but I was afraid you'd figure out. I didn't want to lose you. It feels like you are my life. I wake up every morning thinking of what lays in store for our trio of adventures today, and fall asleep thinking of the great day I had with you. I'm sorry If I'm creeping you out. I love you.

And that's why I want to kill Malfoy. He hurt you.

Harry doesn't know, Ginny doesn't know. No one. But, I gotta tell you, Malfoy looked a little steamed today. Watch out. He probably won't find you, but who knows. He is the most evil student at Hogwarts, he's probably got sources. I won't try to find you unless there is trouble.

Good luck.

Love (and not in the friend way),

Ronald Weasly.

I sat back in my bed. Ronald Weasly loves me. He always has.

I had just noticed then that I loved him to.

POV: Mysterious Dingbat who would rather not be named…I just got the note. That bitch. She, a filthy mud blood, should never say things like that to me. I scribbled a note on a ripped piece of parchment. I didn't even bother to sign it. She would know who it was from. I folded the note and tied it in black ribbon. I handed it to the owl and shoved him into the cold winters night. Shutting the window, I planned my revenge. I remembered that mud blood talking about a very beloved aunt who lived a train ride away.

POV: Love-Struck Hermione

I danced around the small town house my aunt lived in, a permanent smile that would probably never leave was glued to my face. I even ate my mucky oatmeal ( my aunt wasn't much of a cook ) with a smile, remembering the rainy day Ron flung his oatmeal at Ginny.

Then, it was a jerkish thing to do. I was so mad; as Ginny cried because of her new shirt and brushed hair. We got over it. But now I know he was probably trying to get my attention.

Love, a feeling you hope will never go away.

Of course, you guys probably don't have Malfoy in your life.

A black owl burst through the kitchen window. He dropped the small letter on the counter, nearly missing my grape fruit. He made a few circles and flew away. My aunt burst through the door.

"Don't tell me I missed another magical moment?" She sighed. I shook my head. She groaned and stomped away. I would have laughed, but this was not the time. I carefully slid off the black silk ribbon, and unrolled the small letter. I gasped, and cried as I read the note:

Consider Yourself Dead You Mudblood.

You Don't know What's Coming for you.

I ran to my room and cried, locking myself in. I thought it was over.

Sorry this is a short chapter filled with my blabing.

I have two tests tomorrow and had to study

(so if I fail, it's on your sholders FOREVER)

JK JK

Q of the Week: Comment if you want!

~Did you ever have a guy/gal friend or guy/girl you talk to tell u they like u via text or other source other than talking? Did they drop it afterwards or continue? Did it work out?

~Did you ever receive a threat note?

~What should happen next in the story?

And another question:

I thought of these new stories, can u tell me if their good?

1. Servants Of Summer Break:

Ronald and Ginny were mistakes. Their family didn't want two other children. They were worthless. Servants of Summer Break. Bruised and broken. They needed to escape and find new homes, but where, who, and how?

2. We Lost The War:

Hermione stepped forward, chains clinking. She was next. Each person stood a the block and the buying began. Students of Hogwarts, those who fought back, were being sold as slaves. She was in the last group, because she was a mud blood. She remembered her friends, those sold first. She sighed. The announcer quieted down. "This mud blood has been sold to the Malfoy family. Good luck with your new slave" her eyes widened as she was led off the block, to her new Master, Draco's father.

And guys! Can you leave me some ideas for stories? please! Maximum Ride, iCarly, Harry Potter, or *cringe* Twilight.