A/N: So, chapter thirteen huh?! Supposed to be bad luck…maybe we shouldn't focus on that too much. Anyway, it's getting nearer to September isn't it? Very sad to see that my summer is almost over! So what have you all been up to? Anything Potterific, anybody? I went to the Warner Bros Studios a couple of weeks ago and I cried at…well, everything! Good crying, happy crying mostly! But then there was the tugging on my heartstrings because I knew that, as long as the films and books are concerned, it's been over for over a year. It only just dawned on me, as I was strolling through the building that our fandom is dying. But you all have to swear to me that we, as a fandom and a family, will stay together through crisis after crisis. I also hope you'll stay with me as I write this and many other stories and add them to the internet, or at least if you think I'm crap then tell me I'm crap! Because I'd like to know what you think, genuinely! So, you can review me, PM me, tweet me ( Miss underscore Bee underscore xx) or whatever! Just get in touch, ASAP! Haha, hope you enjoy xx

Ron's POV:

I run into the Green Squirrel Inn and bang the door shut behind me, escaping the Snatchers successfully for another day.

"Hey sonny, what can I get you?" asks the innkeeper behind the bar in a broad Lancashire accent.

"Hi! Wouldn't happen to have a room would you?" The man looks down at his book open on the counter and runs his finger down the centre of the page.

"You're in luck, I got one free, just for tonight though, I got a reservation in for tomorrow lunch, you'll have to be out pretty quick int' mornin'."

"Yeah, that'd be great! How much?" I quickly asked, eager to get out of the crowded room and into my room alone; crowds weren't a good place to be if you were one of the most wanted wizards in Britain.

"30 quid, not including any food or drink or whatever you buy in here." He replied.

"That's fine! You want the money now or later?" Half an hour later, I find myself alone in the little room I had been assigned to, sat on the windowsill looking at the stars. This is, as usual, the time when she comes into my mind. Every night, without fail, Hermione Granger fades into my thoughts. She's always there, but it comes on strongest when I'm alone and unoccupied. I just wish I could explain, apologize! I shouldn't have taken my anger out on her. Harry and her are just friends, like siblings, that all, and I know that now, it's just…that locket didn't agree with me… I wasn't thinking straight! I couldn't control my mind anymore! It was…I just…left. I left. Stupid boy. "I'm so sorry, Hermione," I whimpered into my chest, digging my fists into my eyes, elbows on my knees.

With my eyes closed, I notice the glowing from behind my eyelids disappear. I sit up, automatically alert to my surroundings. I look down and notice my pocket is alight. The Deluminator. I take it from its home in my pocket and cradle it in my hands, staring at it; glowing on and off. Then, a harmonious cry shattered the silence in the room. It took me a minute to figure out where the sound was coming from; the Deluminator, during which time the cries turned to words.

"Ron!"

My name. Repeated over and over again. In her voice. Hermione.

I flicked the switch on the Deluminator to see the outcome, and out came a tiny ball of light. It slowly drifted towards my body, near my heart, and then went 'into' my body. It was then that I miraculously knew where I was going to find them.

I was going back to Hermione.

Hermione's POV:

I wake up, move to the small kitchen and begin to prepare the morning tea. The same routine at the same point every day since the day I died. Or at least, the day I wish I died. If I had died the day he left us, life would be so much more bearable, especially for Harry, so he didn't have to see me so sad. And I did, I died inside every time I thought of him leaving us. Ever. I just wanted him, still yearned for him after weeks of his absence. I missed him more than any part of home or my family. Maybe because he was my family now, along with Harry of course.

That afternoon I was sat, as per usual, by the radio, listening to the name as he had done when he was here, and when Harry approached me I thought that he had finally had enough, that he would tell me to turn it off just as he had said to him, even though he knew how much it meant to me. I felt like I needed the tinny sound of that radio more than any friendship or love that he or anyone who wasn't Ron could give to me, yet despite all this he would steal it from me. But he surprised me, as he always does, by offering me his hand. The soft sound of music filled the air as I took it and was cradled in his arms in an awkward waltz position. Mostly we swayed, sometimes twirling each other as he tried to make me laugh, and it worked, if only for a moment, and yet that moment seemed enough for him.

In this time I contemplated staying here with Harry; falling in love, eloping, maybe even having children. Running from the war and its horrors, concentrating on ourselves and the happiness we would make for ourselves. Thinking back on this made me think of it as a moment of madness and desperation.

As the music began to fade, Harry pulled back and looked me straight into the eyes. I could tell what he was thinking, because I knew he had been having the same thoughts I had. I looked at him squarely, clearing my head. God, I was so close to kissing him! I would have too; if the music hadn't ended and the weight of the world, momentarily lifted, wasn't thrust back upon our shoulders, seeming heavier that before. The reason I let him go was to end this war, and I wasn't going to back out of that plan. I could think about me when I'd saved the lives of millions with my brilliant brain. I am the brightest witch of my age you know, reader!

As I turned away from Harry, I felt a new feeling: pride. Pride that came after making the right decision that would affect so many others. The decision that would win the war and the hearts of the nation.

I think I really understood Hermione here, because believe me when I say I came so close to kissing…certain people at…some point in the summer. But now I know it was the right decision to not follow my heart, because I would have ended up hurt by the end, and I've had enough heartbreak over this summer to last a life time. I tell you, the life of a teenager in Lancashire isn't all fields of roses, sometimes you have to run past the occasional chav or whatever to reach your goals. And the moral of the story is to review my stories! Then I can feel happiness once more. I love you all! Happy Summer! Or what's left of it anyways! So…yeah…go review now! xx