It was a cold winter’s night, and all the students in Hogwarts were asleep. Well, all but one. Ron Weasley was tossing and turning in his bed, thinking how much he wanted Hermione Granger. But that was stupid. He could never have her. Despite the fact that she was his best friend, and he hers, she already had a boyfriend. She was also the cleverest, most beautiful, loveliest girl he’d ever met, so she would never even think about going out with him. But, that last part was not entirely true. She loved him. Not like a brother, as with Harry, but she was IN love with him. But the idea that Ron would consider going out with her was laughable. How many times had she proved him wrong, upset him, or made him mad? Loads. He must be so sick of it. Why he hadn’t stopped speaking to her altogether, she didn’t know. Well, the answer was simple enough. Ron loved her too, but of course she didn’t know that. Well, let’s not repeat everything, and get on with the story. It was nearly morning, and the whole castle would be awake. He must get some sleep. But, at that very moment, a thought occurred to him. Why doesn’t he, Ron Weasley, write Hermione a letter? Yes, he was no good at letter writing, but he knew someone who was- Ginny. And he could trust her, which was more that could be said about his older brothers. So, he decided, he would ask her at breakfast. Because he knew he would not be able to sleep, Ron got up and got ready. When the rest of Hogwarts was awake, and breakfast was served, Ron made his way down to the Great Hall. He was delighted to find Ginny walking down one of the corridors on her own. “Hi Ginny,” Ron said brightly. “Oh! You gave me a shock. Hi!” replied Ginny. “Ginny, could you do me a huge favour, and help me with something very important?” “Depends what it is” “Well,” Ron felt really awkward saying it, “U...Uh Umm, C..could you help me w w..With a l... Letter? “A letter to whom, exactly?” “ W..w..well p..please don’t laugh, um,but, Mmm,H..Herm..m..m” “Hermione?” Ginny relieved him of saying it. “I don’t know why you think I would laugh. I’ve been expecting something like this for a while. Meet me in the Common Room, at 7.30 this evening, after dinner. O.k? “O.k” Ron agreed. The rest of the day passed in a bit of a blur for Ron. He felt very awkward around Hermione, and he was nervous about the meeting with Ginny. What to expect? Was she going to write the full letter? Was she going to make him write it? Before he knew it, 7.30 had arrived, and he was waiting for Ginny. She came clambering through the portrait hole, armed with three quills, rolls and rolls and rolls of parchment and about as many pots of ink. “I figured this would take some doing, so I came prepared.” The first couple of attempts were hopeless. Ron was right. He was absolutely no good at writing letters. Dear Hermione, I love you. Lots of love,From Ron. Pathetic, thought Ron. “She’s going to want to know more than that Ron,” Ginny sighed. How about, well, how long you’ve wanted her for or something like that.” And with most of the parchment gone, the common room empty, about 5 hours later, and a lot of help from Ginny, the final letter was wrote. Ginny was getting more and more impatient, but at the end, she was very proud of her big brother. Ron was really pleased with himself. The letter was beautiful. Dear Hermione, I am writing this letter because I could never say this to your face. I really do not know where to start. I will understand if you hate me after you’ve read this, but it’s just something I have to say. I love you. I have loved you for a long time now. The first time I saw you on the Hogwarts Express, I thought you were beautiful. I know we haven’t always got along, but I am so sorry for all of the things I’ve said, all the arguments I’ve caused. I will never stop loving you, and I completely understand if you hate me for this. Just remember this. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Forgive me. Please, Hermione, I beg of you, can we stay friends? I’m so sorry. Yours forever, RonPS: Say thanks to Ginny for me. I could not have done this without her. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X Ron rolled the letter up and started up to the owlery. Oh, how he hoped he wouldn’t bump into, or even see Hermione. How awkward that would make him feel. Thankfully, he got to the owlery without seeing Hermione at all. It did not surprise him much, as it was about 1 in the morning. “Here Pig, take this to Hermione. And don’t squeal like that, you stupid bird.” Ron said. As he watched Pigwidgeon, his tiny owl, fly out to Hermione, he thought what could happen if she accepted that he loved her, and possibly, just maybe, she loved him too. They could kiss, and hug and oh, Ron didn’t want to think about it. He would get to excited. Meanwhile, in the library, studying like usual was Hermione. She was sitting on her own, due to the fact that Harry and Ginny were in the Gryffindor Common Room, snogging their little hearts out. But, of course, she did not know that, and to be honest, she did not particularly care. And, it was the middle of the night. But, there was a test the next day so she HAD to revise. She couldn’t concentrate. All she cared about was Ron. When would she feel confident enough to admit to him she loved him? When would she be able to get everything off her chest, and onto his lips? No, Hermione Jane Granger, don’t you dare think about that. He would never love her. Not this little, snobbish bookworm, who was down his throat more often than not. But suddenly, a squeal interrupted her thoughts. She looked around and saw Ron’s little owl, Pigwidgeon, whizzing around the library. Quickly, before Madame Pince could protest, she grabbed the small feathery ball and stuffed it into her bag, and ran out to of the library. Once she was out in Hogwarts ground, she let the owl go, but grabbed the parchment addressed to her. What had Ron written and why couldn’t he say it to her face? She questioned herself. She didn’t ponder it a moment longer, and ripped open the envelope. Dear Hermione, I am writing this letter because I could never say this to your face. I really do not know where to start. I will understand if you hate me after you’ve read this, but it’s just something I have to say. I love you. I have loved you for a long time now. The first time I saw you on the Hogwarts Express, I thought you were beautiful. I know we haven’t always got along, but I am so sorry for all of the things I’ve said, all the arguments I’ve caused. I will never stop loving you, and I completely understand if you hate me for this. Just remember this. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Forgive me. Please, Hermione, I beg of you, can we stay friends? I’m so sorry. Yours forever, RonPS: Say thanks to Ginny for me. I could not have done this without her. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X She read it. And again. Not once more, not twice more, but three more times. She couldn’t believe it. Ron Weasley, the freckled red head she loved, her sarcastic, stubborn, sensitive best friend, the boy she longed for, loved her too? No, it couldn’t be true. This had to be some sort of wind up. There was only one way to find out, thought Hermione. She would go to him. Tell him the truth. Even if this wasn’t true, he had to know, before some one else told him for her. She couldn’t let that happen. Where would he be? Most likely the Boys Dormitories, sleeping, because it was well after midnight. She would have to wait until morning. So Hermione walked all the way through the Entrance Hall, up the moving staircases, down the corridors and to the portrait hole. “Giddy Gobstones,” Hermione sighed the password, sounding very upset. “Whatever’s the matter dear?” The fat lady asked concernedly. “Oh, erm, nothing,” Hermione sighed. “OK, dear” the fat lady did not look very convinced, but she swung forward, anyway to let Hermione in. Hermione looked around, and to her delight saw a flourish of red hair. The hair was untidy, and all over. Hermione wanted to do something about it, and about her love for the person whom it belonged to. “Ron?” she said warily. Ron turned, revealing his Greek-God like features, his handsome face, his beautiful deep blue green eyes. “H...H...Hermione?” He said lost or words. “Please, please don’t hate me.” “I could never hate you Ron” Hermione said, moving towards him. “I love you!” She burst out, not sure what he was going to say. And before she knew what was happening, she felt his lips against hers, and they were kissing. She moaned into the kiss. His tongue shot into her mouth and she accepted it willingly. This was what she had been hoping for. His hands were on her head, trying to pull her head closer than it already was. Having neither of them experienced a kiss like this before, it was slow and awkward, but beautiful. They needed to breathe now, so the broke unwillingly apart. Ron dragged Hermione down onto the sofa and sat her across him. Putting his head close to hers, foreheads touching, she brought her tongue out, and touched his with it. He growled in pleasure. He placed a trail of hot kisses down her neck, and sucked on her earlobe. It was her turn to growl. He pulled her close, and wrapped his hand around her waist. She caressed his neck, and put her mouth close enough to lick. She licked, and he pulled her chin up, and caught her mouth with his again. She pulled him down, and rolled onto her back while kissing him. What a kiss! He might have lacked experience, but Hermione enjoyed every minute of it. He, on the other hand, liked the way she seduced him, and always made him want more. Whether she did this knowingly or not, Ron loved it. How long they carried on for, they did not know, but the next thing they remembered was waking up in each others arms, and Harry leaning over them laughing. “Get up you two, or the whole of Gryffindor will know what happened last night. Not that I want to, really, but I would still get up.” And with that, he left them on their own. “Thank you so much. You don’t know how much it means to me. I love you.” Hermione whispered, touching his neck with her mouth. “Love you too, Mione” Ron breathed in her ear. “I love you too.”
