Author's Note: It's almost Christmastime! I'm so excited, it's not even funny. I have exams this week and a test that I should be studying for tomorrow! Oh well, I felt this was a good priority as well. Enjoy the chapter!

Also, as you can see, I've changed the story's name! Instead of Drabbles of a Simple Love, you're now reading Birdhouse In Your Soul which is a whacky song by the awesome duo 'They Might Be Giants' who got their start by writing a new song everyday for like three years and recording it on their answering machine. Funky, right? Anyway, I just thought I'd share that Fun Fact with you. Read on!

Disclaimer: You'd know if I were Jo…

Back To Yester-Year

August 31st , 1999.

Shirtless, Ron lay in his bed, contemplating the day ahead; should he go with his mum and Harry to see the girls off the train? Or should he sit somber in the kitchen until his tea gets cold, just thinking of how it could've been better if he'd saw her off. Surely, she'd want him to be there to watch her get on the Hogwarts Express so she would have assurance that someone cared. She was his girlfriend, or whatever she preferred to call it. He knew she knew that he loved her. It was obvious and everyone else referred to them as "Ron and Hermione" and not just individually, and even that was when they weren't around.

His thoughts were put on hold when his door creaked slightly, thought it was not Harry, who'd made it clear where he was sleeping ("Don't tell Molly on us, we'll be up before six o'clock… and I didn't rat you out back in June when you and Hermione were doing God knows what in the barn!").

"Ron," It was Hermione. "You awake?" She stepped into his room, carefully dodging his randomly placed heaps of laundry and shoes.

"Yeah, I'm up," He whispered in reply. "What's up?" He scooted over in his small bed so that his back was to the wall as she climbed in.

"I couldn't sleep, there's lots to think about… for me." Said Hermione, pulling the blankets up to her jaw. "Merlin, it's cold in here,"

Ron ignored her comment about the temperature of his room; he lived in the attic, what'd she expect, a sauna? He snaked his arm around her waist. "Wha'chu been thinking about, Hermione?" He asked thoughtfully.

"Things," She sighed.

"… What things?"

"Things like, when am I going to see you? How am I going to be a Prefect when I haven't been to Hogwarts since the war, and Hell, I don't even know the new password!" She whined. It wasn't like Hermione to worry or be so apprehensive about anything, really. She was simply fearless.

"Chiding Bum" said Ron.

"What was that?" she asked, looking up at him

"Chiding Bum, that's the new password, I read your letter this morning." He chuckled.

"Oh," Hermione blushed. "Thanks."

He snuggled up to her so that he was resting his head half on his pillow and half on the top of hers, almost as if they were spooing, but upward, at the ceiling.

"Can you believe it? My girlfriend, a Prefect." Ron kissed her hair. "I'd believe it in a heartbeat, you know."

She pouted, "Yes, thanks, but I'm not Head Girl. Ginny is."

"Yes, but, Ginny's also the Captain of Gryffindor Quidditch and she attended last year." Added Ron.

"True," She sighed. "And you're welcome for taking care of you on the hunt. You'd be dead if it weren't for me…" she reminded him.

"Maybe not dead, but I might not have the use of my left arm," said Ron. "And I'm pretty sure I made it up to you back in June."

"Hmm, June. I wish I could go back to June." Hermione smiled. She remembered the night she and Ron lost their innocence to each other. She also remembered how good it had felt. "What will you do when I'm gone?" She asked.

He took a moment to think. What would he do?

"I'll write you everyday. And on the weekends when I'm not training, or on a mission, I'll come visit you. We can go to Hogsmeade like old times. I'm sure McGonagall won't mind me popping in every once in a while. What do you think? You know you're spending Christmas and Easter at the Burrow, and mum wouldn't let you miss any birthdays or special events."

"I think you seem to have taken an awfully long time to think that through, I can only hope that's how you'll think your life through as well." She smiled.

"You are my life, Hermione," He whispered. "From here on out, as long as we're together, I'll only be with you, because I can't imagine going about my life without knowing you."

He felt her body shift, for she was wiping small, but content tears.

"Thank you, Ron. I'm so glad to have your love; to know how much you love me and to know that whenever I need you, you'll be there." She whispered. "See me off the train tomorrow?"

"You bet'cha." He kissed her and drifted to a long sleep, which he needed.

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE; READ.

I've been thinking of beginning a new story. I'd like to focus on Ron and Hermione from a different kind of angle. I want to write more angst and trials with this pairing, because, knowing their character types, they can't be this blissful all the time, and they couldn't have moved on so quickly and recovered so fast, you know?

Anyway, look out for that story and tell me if you actually would be interested in reading it.

Also, please, don't hesitate to review, and check my profile for One- Shots and such!

Happy Christmas if you don't hear from me sooner!

Scar xx