FORWARD; takes place in the summer between year one and two. Just a cute little ficlet I thought you guys might enjoy. And please review.

Dear Hermione ...

"Ron, what are you doing?"

Ron looked timidly up from under the table at his younger sister.

"Go away." he snapped, trying to hide the letter behind his back.

"Ron! Don't be rude! Who are you writing too? Ooh, a girl?"

"Ginny! Go away!"

"OoOh, so it IS a girl?"

"Who's a girl? Rons a girl?" asked George, entering the kitchen with a bag of crisps.

"I always suspected." quipped Fred.

"Sod off!" shouted Ron, now trying to figure out how he could stuff his quill down his jumper so nobody would notice.

"Ronald Weasley! Don't you use that type of language in my house!" shouted Mrs. Weasley, coming in the back door with a basket full of flowers from the garden.

"Mum! Make Ginny leave me alone!" bellowed Ron.

"Don't you tell me what to do! I am your mother!"

"Mummy, Ron's writing a letter!" said Ginny, as if it where some sort of breaking news.

"Oh, thats nice dear. Ron, who are you writing to?"

"Hes writing to his girlfriend!" teased Fred, snickering.

"I am not!"

"Are too!" countered Ginny.

"Am not!"

"Prove it!"

Ron folded his arms, pouting. "Bugger."

"I don't have time for this this morning, Ron, just tell Ginny who your writing too then go out and help Percy degnome the garden." snapped Mrs. Weasley.

"I'm not writing to anybody!"

"RONALD!"

"Fine! I'm writing to ... Father Christmas!"

"RONALD!"

"Bloody hell!"

"RONALD WEASLEY!"

-later on in Diagon Alley-

"Oy! Harry! There you are!... Oh, hi Hermione." panted Ron, stopping a few feet in front of his friends.

"Hello Ronald." said Hermione, huffily.

"Whats the matter?" Ron asked, confused.

"Well, its just that you promised to send me a letter!"