I was standing in my room, packing the bags I will take to the Burrow and then to school. All of my books, wizarding and muggle clothing. Almost everything I own, the rest is in my vault in Gringotts, the wizarding bank. My thoughts surrounded me, making me a bit dizzy. I couldn't think straight. I was sad, I knew this was probably the last time I will visit the Grangers until the end of the war, and I wasn't so sure I will see the end of it, I mean the war, I am not sure I will get out alive, though I really do hope so…
I will miss them, sure, they aren't really my parents but they are good as, they raised me, gave me love, supported me at my decisions, they were really and truly good and loving to me, and they don't know I really am. I hope that someday I will be able to come and thank them; they did everything in their reach to make sure I was happy. But I still miss my parents, I haven't seen them for years, nor did I hear from them for just as long, I miss my siblings too, god! I just hope they are all alive and well.
Ron will be here soon to take me to the Burrow, I miss him, but I always do, I'm kind of addicted to him. Only god knows how I managed that. I recheck my luggage and lock it all up, shrinking it to pocket size and stuff it in my jeans. Later I walked downstairs, to bid my farewell to the Grangers, it was a bit tearful… than, Ron arrived.
"Hermione!" he called loudly when he saw me, enveloping me in a bun crashing hug. I laugh at the similarity of his hug to his mother's. He let go of me and smiled again.
"are you all packed and ready to go?" he asked, I smiled and nodded, I couldn't bring myself to talk, I miss the days when he knew me for who I really am, but now I have to be happy with what I've got… Which is not so hard once I got used to being his best friend; I still can read him like a book, he doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve anymore, not since the attack on my house almost 11 years ago, but I still can recognize the emotions in his eyes, I can see the battle, he wants to love me, Hermione Granger, fully, he really does, he is attracted to me, like a magnet, he can't stop thinking about me, but he can't leave Skyler behind, it's irony, he loves me but he loves another, which is me in disguise. One day, maybe even in the very near future I will tell him the truth, the time is close, I can tell, it won't be before long that my family will get out of its hiding, we are not ones to let others fight for us, we fight for ourselves, we protect others, we don't let them fight, at least not for us. It's why I was sorted to Gryffindor and not to Ravenclaw, my bravery is more of a dominant trait then my brains are, kind of funny, but my mother was a Gryffindor too so it runs in my blood…
Ron and I arrive to the Burrow about 5 minutes later, Mrs. Weasley welcomed us in a bun crashing hug, not unlike her son did when he first saw me this very morning. She ushered us to the kitchen, claiming we need to be fed; Ginny is there, eating her own breakfast, she looked at me and smiled, I smiled back. Ginny and I became very close since she started Hogwarts. It's nice to have a friend who is a girl, and because Ginny was raised with me in her first years of living we are quite similar in our way of thinking. Ron sits down immediately digging into his plate, I laugh at him and he flashes a cheeky grin towards me, I poke my tongue at him, and Ginny laughs over our antics. Breakfast is always nice at the Burrow. I really did miss Ron and his family, for now it was only me, Ron, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley but I had the feeling I will see the rest of the family rather soon.