It hurts when you're gone (Ron Weasley Fanfic)

Chapter 10- Letters make living

Hi Y/N,

I need to thank you for those pointers you gave me for Snape's homework- I hadn't done it because everything he'd said just went over my head. You saved me from a detention alright. Hermione would never have lent me her notes, believe me. It's this ''If you copy how will you do it on your own?'' thing she's got. I've tried telling her that the job I'll take in the future definitely won't involve listing down the 64 ingredients of a stupid potion that won't even work- But she won't listen.

About your Quidditch matches; that's great! Which broom do you have? What's its acceleration? I was just reading 'Which Broomstick' the other day and I came across pretty good versions of the Cleensweep. I wish I'd get one though, I really want to try out for this year's team, now that Wood's gone. Oliver might've been a good Captain but I've never felt Harry liked his tactics too much. That's Wood for you, I guess.

My dad works at the Ministry too and he's just as surprised that ''Fudge won't Budge''. It's this mania with him, really. He thinks Dumbledore wants to overthrow him. I want to get Harry home for the holidays but Dad says he's with the Muggles for his own safety. Will a house full of wizards give him more protection or a bunch of fat, lolling Muggles? Mental, I say.

Dad and Perce grew a rift, now Percy won't even look or talk to Dad's face. Fred and George are still driving Mum mad, they're testing some weird-looking stuff on the garden gnomes. I don't get closer, in case they test it on me. Ginny says Hi, she wants to know if you've heard any good song on WWW, other than Celestina obviously.

Hope you're having a great holiday. I so want to meet you now but it'll have to wait till September 1st; apparently Mum keeps saying we've got to go somewhere all hush-hush. I hate it when she keeps saying it's a secret but won't say what.

Anyway, keep in touch and stay safe, Y/N.

Love,

Ron.

P.S. If Pig gets too over-excited, bung him some Owl Treats. He loves delivering letters; and I bet he won't let you take the letter for a good 10 minutes, flapping and hooting around. No kidding.

'Oi, Pigwidgeon! Calm down, my sweet!' I said, tempting Pig with an Owl Treat. He finally fluttered down, grabbed the treat from my hand with his small beak and kept flapping around in the most exciting way.

I read through Ron's letter again and felt like I'd downed 3 bottles of Butterbeer and eaten loads of chocolate in 1 go. 'He wants to see me!' I whispered softly.

'Oh Ron..I want to see you too' I moaned.

Pigwidgeon finally flew off, after drinking a little water from the basin.

I immediately took a couple of rolls of parchment and started writing back to Ron and Hermione.

Hello Hermione!

I hope you're doing great. Are you going somewhere these hols? My dad's taking a paid leave now- we're going to Mexico! I honestly can't wait to go- just the idea of travelling makes me so happy. Dad also wants to try out some Muggle activites while we're there. Have you heard of Hot Air Ballooning? Apparently it's a huge balloon full of hot air underneath which we're sitting in a basket! What a pile of dosh, I say. And mum needs to go meet some researcher who wanted to make an addition to one of the sub-groups of magical beasts in her book. Yawn.

Oh, and if it's possible, my mum really wants to have you and your parents over to our home sometime- we could have it arranged through the Floo Network, you know. Please don't say no! I'm dying to meet and talk to all of you again.

How's Harry? Is he keeping well? Why the Ministry is doing this to him, I don't know. My dad says that he wants to run a paper against the Daily Prophet. It keeps spewing out such rubbish. I sometimes see Cedric and Cho dancing in my memories and I feel so bad for him. No doubt Harry feels worser. Ron reckons he shouldn't spend the summer cooped up with the Muggles; they don't deserve him at all.

Did you try out the hairbrush I sent you? Mum thought it'd be convenient for running through the hair when it is an absolute mess. It just literally swims through your hair and gives it a great shine, don't you think? I've already worn out the bristles in mine, pity.

I'm almost done with my homework, are you? Ok, no point asking, I bet you have.

See you soon,

Y/N.

I tapped my letter shut with my wand, called Flick and sent him off rightaway.

Flick's receding speck in the dimming sunlight filled me with hope- I had such great friends.