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Letters to Ron
In which Hermione gets on a broom
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Hi 'Mione!
Ron, how is it that your handwriting is appearing on my book?
Nifty eh? Fred and George taught me this little charm, they used it to communicate during classes. I write in my book and it appears in your book! I always wondered how they never got caught talking.
You're defiling my book Ron.
Don't worry 'Mione, it'll fade off when I say the counter spell. Besides, you're writing on it too!
Go away, I need to study.
Let's go flying!
No.
But I'm in the library! And you didn't even suggest/yell at me that I should come here!
Ha. You're only silent because you know I'm right! You can't avoid me forever Granger!
So are we going flying or not?
Not. It wasn't exactly a promise.
'Mione! If you look up from this stupid book of yours (which is way too thick in my opinion, how on earth did you move it here anyway?), you will see my extremely wounded expression.
I am not going to look up. And I levitated it here Ron.
Oh you will.
What do you mean by that Ronald? I most definitely will not look up.
Does that mean seeing my wounded expression could possibly cause you to come flying with me?
You really should be studying Ronald.
Aha. You're changing the subject. Which normally means, you know I won the argument.
We were not arguing.
Look up 'Mione!
Ron, your words are flashing neon colours. That's very distracting. Please desist.
Let's go flying! I promise I wouldn't let you fall or plummet to your death!
Very encouraging Ron.
You trust me don't you?
Don't you?
Fine.
Hurrah!
It's only because your stupid neon handwriting is zooming all over my text and covering up any information I might need!
Okay 'Mione! Think whatever you want. I know it's only because of my irresistible charm.
Pfft.
You said it yourself 'Mione! You were the one who said I was too charming to be Ron! I still can't decide whether to be flattered or annoyed.
I said no such thing.
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'Mione,
I told you so! I told you so! I told you so! I told you so! I told you so! I told you so! You enjoyed flying! Don't bother denying it. I could tell from the way you wanted to go again. Ha.
See what did I tell you? Now the next step is learning how to play quidditch. We could always use another player at the Burrow during the summer!
Love, Ron.
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Ron,
You're nearly 17, please stop acting like a child. Flying is one thing. Quidditch is a totally different thing altogether. If you think I'm going to get on a broom and not have two hands on the handle, then you must be off your rocker. Plus, if we're playing with Fred and George as beaters, I will have an extra task of looking out for 2 incredibly fast balls that I'm sure they will not hesitate to hit at me once I'm up there. Altogether not a very pleasant thought.
Have you finished your Potions essay? It's due tomorrow you know.
Love, Hermione.
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'Mione,
I'll never ever let Fred and George hurt you! Besides, think about the earful they would get from my mum if they even touch one hair on your head. You're her favourite after all. Well, I suppose after Harry, but no need to feel bad. She likes Harry more than any of her own children actually.
Yes, I have finished the essay 'Mione, in case you haven't noticed, it has been a tad difficult to slack off with you breathing down my neck all the time.
By the way, the little impromptu party last night was interesting no? I thought Parvarti's suggestion to play that muggle game was brilliant!
Love, Ron.
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Ron,
I can't believe we allowed the party to happen. We're prefects! We should be setting an example! Wait, let me rephrase that, I can't believe I allowed the party to happen! And the muggle game is called truth or dare Ronald, honestly you should pay more attention! Your mind seems to be wandering among the clouds these days.
Love, Hermione.
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'Mione,
Relax a bit! These days the tension in the common room is so thick, it'll be nice to wind down a bit!
Yes, truth or dare was extremely enlightening don't you think? I thought my question for you was really smart. We should play it again sometime.
Love, Ron.
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Ron,
Yes, I realised I announced that you were my favourite Weasley in front of the entire common room. Do you need to remind me of that? I swear, Lavander and Parvarti keep giggling and whispering and throwing me these looks every time I'm so much as a metre within them. Why is it such a big deal anyway? You're my best friend so it reasons that you will be my favourite Weasley right? Argh. There they go again, giggling in ridiculously high pitched voices and shooting me knowing looks. What do they know?? I really should have just said Mrs. Weasley. Or Ginny!
Love, Hermione.
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Hermione,
They would have known you were lying anyway. No need to be embarrassed, I said you were my favourite Granger too didn't I? See, no harm done.
Love, Ron.
XXX
Ron,
I'm just about the only Granger you know.
Love, Hermione Granger.
XXX
Miss Granger,
It wouldn't have made a difference anyway! And besides, I do know Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and we're on pretty good terms too! Your mum happens to like me very much. She beamed at me at the train station and said I was very handsome. I'm still a bit afraid of your dad, but he shook my hand when I offered to carry your trunk, so he can't possibly hate me very much right?
Hey, what have you been telling your parents about me anyway?
Love, Ron.
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Ron,
It's scary, but I think my mother may be obsessed over you. I'm not too sure how that happened, one year you're just one of my best friends from school, and the next, you're Ronald Weasley, the incredibly handsome young man with delighting manners. Maybe that's why my dad doesn't like you, he must be jealous. Seriously, the way my mum tetters on about you, its enough to drive anyone crazy. Whenever I mention how much of an annoying prat you can be sometimes, my mum would just go oh but sweetie, he's so tall! I don't see how being tall will negate your prat-ness. In fact, I think it actually amplifies it a bit. When you're acting like a prat, it annoys me even more that I have to crane my neck to tell you that.
Love, Hermione.
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'Mione,
I never knew manners could be delighting. I have to say, your mum has impeccable taste. I can only hope you inherited some of hers. I can't have your dad disliking me though! Thats very bad and a definite obstacle to my future plans. Er, mind telling me what he likes? Any favourite past times? If I let him beat me at chess, would he like me better?
I like my height. So does your mum. So there.
Love, Ron.
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