Love, Hermione

Part 3

The following morning Hermione woke up with a clear head ready to tackle her day. Her headache had disappeared but her congested nose told her her cold wasn't yet gone. A look to her bedside clock told her it was only 7am (typical of her to wake up so early) and she got out of bed to take a bath.

An hour later she emerged from her bedroom dressed in leggings and an oversized sweater. She headed to her kitchen ready to make her breakfast when a pop alerted her of someone apparating into her home. There were only two people in the world who could bypass her wards and apparate inside, and since one of them was away on a trip to Russia, she knew with certainty who was in her living room.

With a smile, Hermione peaked her head from her kitchen door and saw two heads with bright red hair. One belonged to her best friend, Ron Weasley, and the other belonged to her very cute godson, Jackson Weasley, who was only two years old and sat perched on his dad's hip.

"Minny!" Jackson squealed at the sight of Hermione and extended his chubby arms towards her. Hermione laughed and walked towards the pair, ruffling Jackson's hair when she approached.

"Mr. Jackson! To what do I owe this pleasure, Weasleys?" Hermione asked and stood on her tiptoes to kiss Ron on the cheek, and then bent down to do the same to little Jackson who was now playing with her hair.

Ron grinned broadly. "Well, Lav is still away on her work trip so Jackson and I decided to visit our second favourite lady."

Hermione snorted. "Don't let Ginny or Molly catch you saying that. While I'm glad to have the two of you here, you thought to visit me at 8am in the morning?"

At this, Ron's eyes darted to the side and Hermione narrowed her gaze. She just knew that there was an ulterior motive to this visit. "C'mon Ron, what is it?"

Ron sighed and took Hermione to the couch where he sat her down. He gently sat Jackson on the floor and Accio'd his toys which Hermione kept in her home for their visits. "Well," Ron started, "I was making our breakfast this morning when the owl post came."

"Alright, and why is this something you have to tell me?"

Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione. "I'm not done yet! Anyway, I took the posts and saw that you sent me something."

Hermione's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "No, I didn't. Are you sure it was from me?"

"Yes, I'm sure Hermione. It was from you... it had your handwriting and it sounded so, well, you." Ron said with a small grin.

"That can't be right. The last letter I sent you was from a month ago when I was away on a holiday." Hermione replied with a frown. "Are you absolutely certain? What did it say?"

"Yes, I'm sure Hermione!" Ron said exasperatedly. "And it said... well, that's the weird thing. It said that you... me... augh, here! Just read it for yourself." Ron took the letter from his pocket and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat when she saw the letter in her hands. It was the love letter she had written many, many years ago. She sprang from her seat and looked wide-eyed at Ron. "How... how did you get this?" Hermione asked weakly.

Ron shrugged. "Like I said, it was just sent to me and I got it in today's post. I reckon I was never supposed to have read it, huh?" He asked with a sly grin.

Hermione's face flamed and she held the letter to her chest. She slowly shook her head no. "I... I wrote it while we were still in school. I was so silly back then! I never meant to send any of them... oh SHIT!"

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed and his head swerved to the little boy who was playing with his toys and oblivious to their conversation. "Sensitive ears, Hermione! Hang on... did you say them?"