Ron walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Hermione was busy maming dinner for the three of them. Ron sat down on one of the stools and put his head on the table.
"Something wrong, Ron?" asked Hermione.
"I think I was having another dream," he said.
"Yeah. You kissed me."
"Ron?" said Hermione.
Ron raised his head to look at Hermione.
"Yeah?" he said.
"It wasn't a dream."
He had liked Hermione since their fourth year at Hogwarts. It about killed him to see her with Krum their fourth year. He remembered sitting at one of the tables during the Yule Ball. Hermione looked like she was having the time of her life, and he, Ron, had nothing to do with it. During the years, he had become protective of Hermione. When he found out that she was still in contact with him, he felt like he had been slapped across the face with a big, thick, Bulgirian hand.
Ron got up from the stool and went upstairs to Harry's room. He knocked and and opened the door. Harry was reading a thick leather-bound book titled, 'Jinxes for the Auror in Training'. Harry looked up as Ron entered the room.
"Hey, Harry?" he said.
"Yeah?" Harry replied.
Harry smiled back at his best friend. Ron backed out of Harry's room and closed the door.
Ron made his way back downstairs to the kitchen. Hermione was standgin over the counter. Ron walked over to her. She was slicing carrots. She finished and put the freshly chopped carrots into a glass dish.
"Roast?" asked Ron.
Hermione put the dish into the oven.
"Yeah. That's alright?"
Ron had changed alot since his first year. His hair was the same fire red as before, but he now kept it the "ruffled" look, which worked for him. His face was more defined and not as boyish as it had been in the Hogwarts days. He was about a foot taller than Hermione. He had finally grown into his hands and feet, which were fairly large for his body when he was younger. His voice had broken completely by the end of their fifth year completing his new masculine appearance.
Hermione stared at Ron for a moment. She was relieved that Ron had come out that he liked her. It was pure torture being around him and him not knowing how she felt.
"Er...so, how far did you get in your book?" asked Ron.
"I finished it," replied Hermione.
"Already?" said Ron in amazement.
"You read fast then. It would have taken me about two weeks to finish that."
Harry walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Hermione was filling a kettle with water, and Ron was sitting at the kitchen island rereading the day's edition of the Daily Prophet. Harry took the seat across from Ron.
"What are we having, Hermione?" asked Harry.
"Roast," she said putting the kettle on the stove.
"I'm guessing that that's alright with you then?"
"It's perfect," said Harry. "What are you making tomorrow?"
He was now talking to Ron. To be fair, they had decided to alternate cooking nights.
"I thought that we could go to the burrow. Mum has planned a feast and she wants all of us to come."
"What're we celebrating?" asked Hermione.
"I dunno. She says that she misses all of us. Says it's lonely with Ginny being the only kid in the house."
"I bet it'll really be lonely when she goes back to Hogwarts this September," said Hermione.
It was to be Ginny's last year at Hogwarts. Then, she would move out on her own. Mrs. Weasley was sure not to wake that well. She always said that she had nothing to do with all of the kids out of the house.
Harry stared down at the table.
"Yeah," he mumbled.
"Oh, come on, Harry! You'll be alright without Ginny for a while," said Hermione.
"Yeah, and I'm sure that Dumbledore would let you visit," added Ron.
"Oh! That reminds me. Harry, you have a letter on the desk."
Harry gave a quizical look and walked over to the desk. There was a letter on the top. Black letters scribbles on the envelope read:
A7 127 Madison Way
Harry picked up the envelope and opened it. He unfolded the letter and read:
Now that you have moved out, we wish to tell you something. You had always been a burden to us. Now that you are out of our house, we wish for you to stay out of our lives. We have put up with your abnormality for far too long. Please do not even take a stroll down our street or darken our doorway ever again. We bid you a good life.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Please REVIEW!!!