The Letters to No One - Romione

Chapter 7

Ron slipped back into his house that afternoon and it honestly felt as if he had never left. The kitchen was still completely deserted and from the shrieks he had heard on his way back inside, his siblings and Harry were probably still playing Quidditch in the garden. He grabbed a drink from the fridge and headed round the back of the garden where, sure enough, they all were. Although by the looks of things they had given up on Quidditch a while ago and were just sat around chatting and laughing.

'Where have you been?' Ginny asked.

'What?' Ron replied as casually as he could, taking a seat on the grass next to his sister.

'Harry went to check on you an hour ago and you weren't in your room,' she demanded.

'Just went for a walk,' Ron replied. 'I felt a bit sick so I went out for some fresh air,' he muttered, hoping that if no one heard him properly then they wouldn't question him about it any further.

'You?' Ginny said in disbelief. 'You went out for fresh air!'

'Bloody hell Ginny,' Ron muttered, 'You're turning into Mum!'

'You are such an idiot!'  Ginny said, standing up and storming off towards the house, not wanting to talk to Ron for a minute longer.

'Well done,' Fred said turning to Ron.

'Yeah, you've really pissed her off,' George added although Ron couldn't help but detect a tone of happiness in their voices as if Ron had done them both a favour.

'Fancy evening out the numbers?' Fred asked, throwing a broomstick towards Ron who just managed to catch it before it hit the ground.

'Sure,' Ron replied hoping that this would get him out of any further questioning. Although he highly doubted that the boys cared where he had been all day. It was just Ginny that he would have to worry about it and sneaking out everyday and keeping it from her was going to be more difficult that he had initially thought.

'Come on Ron,' Harry shouted as he kicked off from the ground and soared into the sky, waking Ron from his daydream. 'We can't let Fred and George win. Again.' He added bitterly as Fred threw the quaffle into the air and he and George began to pass it back and forth.

Harry gave up trying after Ron took the third quaffle to the head, deciding there was no point in playing if Ron wasn't concentrating properly. He wasn't a brilliant Quidditch player, but he was a lot better than he was acting today.

'Seriously, what's up with you?' Harry asked as the pair dismounted their broomsticks and walked back towards the house, Fred and George closely behind them celebrating their victory.

'Nothing,' Ron said. 'I just still don't feel too great that's all.'

'Okay,' Harry replied dismissing it. 'Dean and Seamus are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow if you want to come? Get a few new things for next year.'

'I'll see how I'm feeling,' Ron replied without too much enthusiasm, knowing very well that he was somehow not going to be well enough to go with them.

*

'Hermione!' Her mother called from downstairs, shutting the front door firmly behind her having just come home from a long day at work. She wandered into the kitchen and put the kettle on, listening to the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

'How was work?' Hermione asked, almost skipping into the room.

'It was alright,' her Mum replied. 'How was your day? Did you do anything exciting?' She asked, already guessing that she knew the answer.

'Yes, actually.' Hermione said sitting down. 'I went into town today.'

'The bookstore?' Her Mum asked all too knowingly.

'Well yes,' Hermione smiled, 'But I met up with a friend as well.' She added, still deciding that it was too early to tell her parents about the ginger haired boy.

'Who?' Her Mum replied, slightly astonished although trying her best to hide it. 'Lucy? Is she back from her holiday yet?' She asked, referring to Hermione's best friend who was currently spending the Summer with her parents in Canada.

'No, she doesn't get back for another two weeks.' Hermione replied. 'I was with Caitlyn, from school.'

'Caitlyn, of course,' Her Mum said although she didn't mention that she had never heard Hermione mention anybody named Caitlyn. 'She's the one in your... your...'

'English class,' Hermione finished.

'Right, that's the one.'

'What time will Dad be back?' Hermione asked.

'Probably in an hour or so. Would you like a cup of tea?' Her Mum asked, gesturing to the kettle that had just finished boiling.

'No, I'm alright,' Hermione replied before turning on her heal and heading out of the kitchen, back up the stairs to her bedroom where she had been just moment's before. She sat down on her bed and stared out of  her window which had a pretty good view of the town and if she looked really closely she could just about make out the bench where she had met Ron earlier that day. The place they had arranged to meet tomorrow at the same time, although he had given her warning that he might be late again. She laughed as she thought about it and a part of her wished that she had his number so she could call him, or text him at least.

She picked up one of the books that she had bought earlier that day as well but couldn't even make it through the first page she was so distracted. It was crazy to think of all that had changed in such a small amount of time, she felt as if they had known each other for ages and yet she hardly knew anything about him. What was his favourite colour? What does he want to be when he's older? What school does he go to? All these simple things that she had no idea about and yet she felt strangely close to him, like she could tell him anything.

It was such a strange feeling and yet such a comfortable one as well. It was the kind of feeling that made her want to shout from the rooftops and tell everybody and anybody who would listen to her. She quickly picked up her phone and messaged Lucy, her best friend that she had known since she started at Nursery over ten years ago. Her message was very brief and didn't say everything that Hermione wanted to say, but at least she got some of it off her chest. She waited for a reply but because of the time difference it was likely that she wouldn't reply for hours, so Hermione put her phone away deciding to check again the next day, when perhaps there would be more to tell.