For the rest of the summer, Ron didn't stop thinking about Viktor. He'd go through crying all day and sleepless nights. It was hard to believe just how much Ron cared for the Bulgarian Beauty.

Harry was always there to comfort his best friend. After all they'd been through in the past three years Harry loved Ron so much. He was like the brother he never had. Therefore when Ron had his nervous breakdown two days before going back to school, Harry was indeed the first to his side.

It'd been three years since Ron found that magazine in Ginny's room; yet he still had not gotten over Viktor.

'Oh well' he thought to himself whilst eating his breakfast the morning after his breakdown. Harry was walking down the stairs, got to the third before the bottom and jumped into the kitchen.

"Morning Ronnie!"
"Someone's happy," Ron chuckled, his milk leaking from his mouth and down his chin.

"Well, why wouldn't I be? I get to see my boyfriend tomorrow!" Harry skipped around the table and sat down next to his friend putting an arm around his shoulder.

A disdained look changed Ron's face completely. He had cheered up after Harry helping him last night; now he felt as though he could die.

After being cheered up yet again by the raven-haired boy sitting next to him, he finished his cereal and crawled up the stairs only to fall back into bed for a few more hours.

Ron was woken at twelve o'clock by a loud thud on his bedroom window. He leapt off of his mattress and the bed gave a long squeak. He stumbled to his window to see that Errol, the Weasley family's owl had once again flown straight into it. The scruffy brown owl was now in a heap on the outer-windowsill; he was attempting to protect it's delivery from the plummeting rain droplets and hail.

Ron hastily opened the window ("Get in, you ruddy thing") and the small owl hopped into the room, the parcel slightly held in his mouth and almost completely covered by his right wing. Quickly, Ron reached for the shelf to his left and grabbed a box of owl treats. He stuck his hand in and pulled a few out, handing them to the old bird, who, at almost as instant after having the treats shoved in his face, dropped the package to the floor.