CHAPTER SIX
FATHERLY ADVICE
The following week was the longest Ron had ever experienced in his life. Pigwidgeon had made it back and though he was excited he'd made his delivery, he was exhausted from the flight and the awkward size of the package he'd just delivered. Ron was surprised when his miniature owl arrived flying slowly and immediately went to his cage and fell asleep. Aside from the return of Pig, the week was rather uneventful. De-gnoming the garden was the highlight of the droll, tepid hours of waiting and that was mainly due to the distraction more than anything.
"Whoa! I'd say we have another record on our hands!" Ginny said as she admired the most recent gnome toss that Ron had made.
"Look, you could help me instead of doing a throw-by-throw commentary, Gin." Run huffed as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Then maybe, just maybe, Mum will let us go visit Fred and George this afternoon."
"No need for me to help!" She smiled and hopped from her chair.
"Why's that?" Ron asked incredulously.
"That was the last of them!" She said cheekily. "I'll go ask Mum if we can go!"
Ron looked around the garden in disbelief. I got them all already? To his amazement, all of the gnomes were on the other side of the hedge looking rather bewildered as to where they were. Ron shook his head and sighed with a smile. "Well, I guess that's another record ..."
"Ron! Mum says it's ok!" Ginny said with a grin as she appeared in the doorway. "Come on and get cleaned up! We only have a few hours!"
Ron grabbed his shirt and made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower and changed as fast as he could. Why am I taking a shower before taking the Floo? He shook his head at the revelation and went to the kitchen where his sister was waiting patiently for him. "You know, we need to find a cleaner way to travel ... I'm tired of showering then getting all sooty from the Floo."
"Don't worry about it, Ron." His sister said with a grin. "You can always ask Fred or George to clean you up magically ..."
"Oh, no! I'm not going to let you talk me into that again!" Ron grimaced at the recollection.
"Ron, give it a rest! They found your head and legs an hour later!" Ginny huffed as she walked to the fireplace for a pinch of Floo powder.
"Now behave yourselves! I want you home before dinner!" Molly said from the sink.
"Yes, Mum." Ron and Ginny droned in unison. Their mother rolled her eyes and went back to reading the latest issue of Witch Weekly.
Ginny went through the Floo first then Ron. Within moments, they were standing in Weasley Wizard Wheezes brushing themselves off with Ron's garment brush.
"I wish I had some of those wet cloths that Harry has." Ron grumbled under his breath as he rubbed furiously at a dirt smudge he knew was hanging around on his nose.
"Well if it isn't Ickle Ronniekins and Gingin!" Fred called from behind the counter with a laugh. "I was wondering if you two would -" He was cut off by the look that Ginny gave him. "Ok, ok, I won't call you Gingin anymore." He said as he patted his hands in the air as a sign of peace.
"I had to de-gnome the garden again, Fred." Ron said sourly. Then, with a wicked smile on his face he said, "Oh, and I've broken your records in time and distance today."
Fred snorted disbelievingly at his little brother. "Right."
"He has, I'm a witness to it all." Ginny said with an equally evil smile. "I'd say a good six meters longer than Charlie's best. Oh, and he finished about fifteen minutes earlier too."
George walked in from the back and looked at Fred's slack jaw and wide eyes. "What'd I miss?"
"It seems Ickle Ronniekins has bested Charlie's gnome-toss record and Bill's time ..." Fred said absently.
George grinned and looked at his younger brother. "He's finally growing up!"
"Now all we need to do is get him a girl!" Fred chipped in with a grin.
"Hold on just a minute!" Ron said defensively. "I don't need your help finding a girlfriend!"
The twins looked hurt. "Why not?" They said in unison.
"I know a wonderful hag that lives around the corner on Knockturn Alley." Fred said as his smile returned.
"Oh, how about that Luna Lovegood!" George roared with laughter as a dreamy look fell across his eyes and he started singing Weasley is our king.
Ginny lost her composure at the near-perfect impersonation and Ron's face went red so fast that he nearly fell to the floor dizzy.
"Knock it off!" He growled as he fought to control his unwelcome blushing. "That girl freaks me out!"
Fred and George burst into laughter once more and invited their brother and sister to the flat above the store. "Ah, don't worry. Luna won't be here for long." George said with a grin.
Ron froze in his steps and stiffened. "W-what are you talking about? She's HERE?!"
Fred pushed his simple brother forward. "Ron, get a grip on yourself. If she were here, don't you think she would have been waiting for you downstairs getting ready to rip you apart?"
Ginny snorted.
"Shut it, Gin." Ron said with a huff. He relented, however, and found that his fears were only being toyed with by his siblings. Why do they always tease me about that freak of a girl?! He stormed into the sitting room and stopped with a startled look on his face. "Angelina? I didn't know you'd be here today!"
George's fiancée smiled and gave her soon-to-be-brother-in-law a tight hug. "Hey, Ron!" She said with a smile after they parted. "I was able to get away from the store for the afternoon. I thought it'd be fun to spend it with you guys."
Ginny squealed and pulled Angelina into a big hug. "It's great to see you!" She smiled excitedly. "Your bet might actually be trumped if things keep going the way they are!"
"What bet?" Ron asked curiously but became frustrated when Angelina slapped a hand over Ginny's mouth.
"We bet on how long it would take to get you to guinea pig for another of the 3W's inventions ..." Angelina put in quickly.
"Oh, it won't be today!" Ron said angrily. "After last time, it's going to be a cold day in -" Nobody heard what he had said next simply due to the fact that his head was no longer present.
"Oh, Fred, you didn't!" Ginny snorted with laughter.
"Well, he should check his back when one of us is around, now shouldn't he?" Fred chortled in response. "Don't worry I think we got the bugs out of it this time. He should be back in 3 ... 2 … 1 ..."
Ron's head returned with a small pop and he immediately backed into a corner with the color quickly draining from his face. He had a haunted look in his eyes and he could do nothing but drool and stutter incoherently to himself.
"What did you do?!" Angelina shouted before pulling Ron into a comforting hug and rocking him back and forth, whispering into his ear. The attempt to comfort him came to no avail and he remained in a vegetative state.
Fred looked at George and nodded quietly as his brother pulled his wand out and mumbled an incoherent phrase while waving it over Ron's head. Within a few seconds, there was a shimmering vision displayed over his head and everyone in the room shuddered.
"You sent his head to the center of the Forbidden Forest?!" Ginny screamed. "You knew there was a nest of Acromantula there!"
Fred sighed. "The gag didn't do it on purpose." He said quietly. "I guess we have to up the amount of boomslang skin, George."
"Or maybe the hellebore." George said absentmindedly.
"How about disbanding this one?" Angelina asked pointedly. "Look at your brother, you know about his arachnophobia ..."
"Hon, you know we wouldn't do that to him on purpose." George said quietly. "We'll right him before we send him off to Mum."
"We've got to be home by dinner." Ginny said apathetically. "I don't know if you can bring him out of this that quickly."
"Why don't we get Luna?" Fred said with a sly grin. "She's always gotten a reaction out of him."
At the mention of Luna's name, Ron jerked as if he were about to run to the nearest closet and lock himself in. "L-Luna? W-Where?" He asked nervously.
"She's not here, Ron." Angelina said with a glare at Fred. "Come on over to the sofa. Gin, could you get him a glass of water?"
Ginny nodded and within a few moments returned and handed the glass to Ron.
"How are you feeling?" Angelina asked quietly. "Don't worry, that gag won't be used on you again." She looked at Ginny and mouthed: You owe me five galleons.
Ginny frowned and took a seat in a chair by the fireplace.
Ron looked around nervously and looked down at his chest. "What's all this on my robes?"
"You were drooling like a madman, Ron." Fred said while trying to fight back a grin.
"Sorry we put you through that ... The gag was supposed to put your head in an occupied toilet, not in your worst nightmare." George said with an apologetic look.
Ron scowled at his twin brothers. "That's the last time." He seethed through his clenched teeth. "Next time you do that, I'll make sure that Mum knows what happened today. I'm tempted to tell her now."
Fred and George paled. "Fine by us!" They said in unison. They lived on their own, had their own shop, were out of school, but the one thing they still feared the most was an angry Molly Weasley.
"So, what's been happening?" Angelina asked as she settled back in the couch. She made sure that George couldn't sit next to her in retaliation to the prank they put Ron through. George huffed and sat on the floor in front of her and draped his arm over her lap.
"Well, I found out something interesting ..." Ron said after a moment.
"Which is ..." Fred prompted after a few minutes of silence.
Ron looked at Ginny who nodded slightly. "Well, it seems that Harry and Hermione have a thing for each other."
"Is that all?" Angelina said as she rolled her eyes. "Are they still beating around the bush?"
Ron blinked at her. "What do you mean?"
Fred chuckled. "You are so daft sometimes, Ron. There's been a betting pool going on since you were in ... When was it, George?"
"I think it was second or third year?" His twin replied.
"WHAT?!" Ron jumped from his seat suddenly. "That long?"
Angelina smiled. "I guess you are pretty thick then aren't you?"
Ginny was somewhat surprised herself. "But he dated Cho and she dated Viktor."
"And if you noticed, nothing really happened with either of them." Fred put in with a grin.
"We actually tried to get them together during the Tri-Wizard tournament by feeding some anonymous information to Skeeter." George admitted with a smile. "We thought for sure they'd end up together at the Yule Ball."
"That was YOU?!" Angelina said with a sneer. "I thought I'd lost my bet!"
"You can't blame us for trying can you, love?" George said cheekily from the floor. "If they had gotten together, Fred would have won, but you and I still have a chance."
"Well, I've been trying ..." Ron was cut off when Ginny cleared her throat pointedly. "Ok, Gin and I just started on a plan to get them together."
"You have?" The other three said in unison as if they had rehearsed their response. This made Ron rather uncomfortable.
"Ok, now I'm officially weirded out." Ron said with a scared look on his face. "You've been hanging around these two way too much, Angelina."
She waved her hand dismissively at the comment. "Go on, what have you been doing?"
Ron cleared his throat. "Well, at first, I tried to get them into a romantic muggle movie at a cimena. But Cho Chang had to show up and kiss Harry in the middle of Quality Quidditch Supplies!" He finished with a sneer. "Her timing is always screwing things up ... Anyway, Hermione saw her kiss him and ran off before she could see him turn Cho down. After I finally found her and calmed her down, there wasn't enough time to go to the next showing of the film and get Harry home in time."
"So, this time, we sent them secret admirer letters and enlisted Dean's help in forging the letters. Both of them know our handwriting so we needed some way to make it look like it might be one or the other that had sent them. Dean was supposed to forge the letters with similar handwriting to Harry's and Hermione's and use his Aunts' owls to send them off." Ginny added conspiratorially.
"We've been waiting almost a week for any replies. Knowing those two, they either ignored them and threw them away, or are trying to figure out if it's Death Eaters that have sent them." Ron finished.
"Do either of you know what it's like to be in love?" Angelina asked skeptically.
Ron and Ginny looked at her sheepishly as their faces took on a pink tinge.
"I thought so. Well, if we're going to get this to work, I could always write the letters to Harry. I mean, I know him pretty well and I can imagine how Hermione might feel towards him." Her eyes took on a dreamy cast as she smiled at nothing in particular.
"Ok, hold on here." George brought her from her reverie. "I don't need you falling for Ickle Harry now."
Angelina laughed and kissed her fiancée lightly. "Don't worry, George, you aren't going to be replaced." George visibly relaxed.
"Hey, did you ever think to look at Mum's collection of love letters from Dad?" Fred asked suddenly. He'd been uncharacteristically quiet during the conversation. "They're under their bed in a shoebox."
Ginny looked at Ron with a bright smile. "Hey, Mum and Dad were really in a romantic phase before they got married."
"You mean they came out of it?" Ron asked with a smirk.
Ginny laughed. "Touché."
The clock chimed the hour and Ron looked hastily at its face. "Oh, we're going to be late if we don't get out of here now."
After a round of goodbyes, the two youngest Weasleys found themselves spinning through the Floo network towards the Burrow. They slid unceremoniously into the kitchen just as the clock ticked to dinnertime.
"I was wondering if you'd be able to pull yourselves away from there for dinner." Mrs. Weasley said with a huff. "Now go get cleaned up. Your father will be home in a few minutes."
They nodded and quickly changed and cleaned themselves of soot. Dinner went off without a hitch and within an hour or two they found themselves sitting in Ron's room with a large shoebox filled with many letters rolled neatly and tied with various colors of ribbon.
"Hey, this one is just after Dad's seventh year." Ron said with a grin.
"Wasn't Mum sixth year then?" Ginny looked at the rolled parchment quizzically as Ron nodded. He unrolled the letter and read it aloud so Ginny could hear.
My Dearest Molly,
I have been able to do nothing but think of you all day. Your scarlet locks and your sky-blue eyes haunt my waking
dreams. I long to hold you in my arms when we meet in our special place tonight. I crave the touch of your smooth skin
and the warmth of your breath as it steels the strength from my knees. My heart skips with each glance I send your way
and I'm filled with a nervous warmth every time I see you glance in my direction.
I can't wait to hold you in my arms once again,
Your Loving Arthur
Ginny's eyes were wide and Ron's jaw dropped.
"Whoa, were we just reading one of those muggle novels that you collect, Gin?" Ron said quietly as he stared at the letter in his hands.
"It could be." She said in a whisper. "Let's see what the others are like."
Ron fished around for a letter that was dated after their father had left Hogwarts. He quickly slid the ribbon off of the rolled parchment and revealed the text of the letter.
My Dearest Molly,
My heart aches at the distance we have to endure. I know I could easily apparate to Hogsmeade and visit you at the
school, and believe me, I've found myself on the road to the gates on many occasions but I couldn't jeopardize
your standing in school. Every night I stare at the ceiling with a vision of your entrancing face floating over mine
and I find myself hoping that I'm not dreaming. When you said yes by the Shrieking Shack, my heart soared and I
wish that I could have whisked you off to the minister then and there but I'm glad that we've waited. My love
for you has grown leaps and bounds each and every day that we've been apart and I can barely contain my excitement
that you'll be my wife in a few short months! I look forward to seeing you in your mother's dress as you come
down that aisle and before we know it, we'll be on our way to Australia. I miss you terribly my, love, and I wait
patiently for your reply.
With undying love,
Your Loving Arthur
Ron shook his head. I guess I've been going about this in the wrong way. He thought glumly. "Gin, I don't think we should be sneaking around trying to get them together."
Ginny nodded mutely as she put the letters back into the shoebox.
"I better owl Angelina and let her know that this plan is a no-go." Ron looked at his hands then went to his desk and scribbled a hasty note telling her that the secret admirer plan was off. He tied the note to Pig's leg and sent the happy little bird off on his delivery. A few minutes later, a large, brown barn owl landed on the windowsill and offered its foot to Ron. The owl was gone after he retrieved the letter.
Ron,
Hey, mate, my aunts' owls came back without a reply, looks like the legendary Potter and Granger stubbornness won
out on our plot. Sorry about that. I'll see you at Hogwarts! Have a great summer.
Dean
Ron crumpled up the letter and sighed. "Well, I had a feeling they wouldn't pay any attention to that." He looked at Ginny and smiled. "I guess we'll just have to force them to admit it, won't we?"
"I don't really feel like it'd be a good idea to force those two to do anything." Ginny said with a sigh. "Oh, well, I think I'm going to go to bed."
Ron smiled and handed the shoebox to his little sister. "Could you put that back?" He asked quietly.
The door opened and Arthur Weasley stood in the doorframe. "Ah, I figured you'd eventually find that." He said with a grin. "I can take it back, Pumpkin." He said with a smile.
"Dad, why do you insist on calling me Pumpkin when I'm almost fifteen?" Ginny chastised him while she rolled her eyes.
"You'll always be my little Pumpkin, Pumpkin." He said teasingly. Ginny rolled her eyes again but smiled despite herself. She gave the shoebox to her father and hugged him.
"Night, Dad." She said with a chuckle. "I think I know where Fred and George get their irritating habits."
Arthur laughed and kissed his daughter goodnight before she left the room. He turned after saying goodnight to Ron but stopped when his son spoke.
"Dad, you have a minute?" Ron asked quietly.
"Sure, Son, what is it?"
"Could you shut the door, it's ... um ... guy stuff." Ron said as a slight blush appeared on his face.
Arthur closed the door and sat next to Ron on his bed. "What's on your mind?" He asked then his face lit up with sudden understanding. He cleared his throat nervously. "I guess it's about time for that talk then, eh?" He began with a shaky voice. "Well, Ron, when a man and a woman love each other very much, they have certain urges ..."
"Dad, it's ok, I know about the birds and the bees." Ron said as he blushed profusely.
"Oh, ah, good then, right." Mr. Weasley stuttered. "Then ... um ... what did you want to talk about?"
"I was wondering when you knew you were in love with mum." Ron said hesitantly. "I mean, I sort of fancied Hermione since second year but after I found out that Harry and Hermione liked each other, I ... well ... I realized that I only had a crush on her. She's more a sister than anything else, really."
"Ah, after the letters, you got to wondering what it feels like to really be in love?" Arthur surmised.
Ron nodded. "I mean, I thought I really liked her, Dad. But then with our arguments and she's never really seemed that interested in me beyond friendship, then the letters you wrote to Mum ..."
His father laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "It's alright, Son." He said after a moment. "Love is different for everyone, Ron. With your mother and me, let me tell you, when I first met her I was scared to death of her. She followed me around like a lost puppy. Don't tell her that, she'd skin me alive!" He added as he blanched and looked at the door expecting his wife to barge in with a butcher's knife. "But after a while I realized that I wasn't afraid of her, in that way mind you, but of my feelings for her. I was dating a girl from Hufflepuff at the time, I don't even remember her name now, and I never paid attention to your mother. When I broke up with that girl, I suddenly noticed the strange behavior your mother was displaying. I tried my best to avoid her, but we were both in Gryffindor." He laughed at the memory.
"What made you change your mind about her?" Ron asked interestedly. I never knew Dad was afraid of Mum like that!
"Oh, I don't know. I think I finally saw her under a full moon." His eyes glazed over and a content smile spread across his face. "I never realized just how beautiful she was until that night." He snapped to and cleared his throat. "The rest, you know if you've read the letters and have been paying attention to the number of children in the family." Arthur laughed at the grimace his son displayed.
"I don't need those kinds of pictures in my head, Dad!" Ron bit back embarrassedly.
Arthur laughed again as he stood to leave the room. "Don't worry, Ron, you'll understand soon enough." He ruffled Ron's hair playfully. "Your mother wanted me to tell you to let Harry and Hermione know they can come over on Saturday. Dumbledore let us know that it's alright. We can pick Harry up at 10."
"But I still have another week of my dreamless sleep potion left." Ron said with a smile. "I can't believe they'll be here tomorrow!"
"Ah, well. As long as you take the potion for the last week, your mother and I feel it's alright for them to come over early."
Ron smiled and shot to his desk then remembered that he hadn't thanked his father. He crossed to him and hugged him quickly muttering "Thanks, Dad" before going back to his desk.
Arthur looked at his youngest son and smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Ron. Tell them your mother and I said hello and we're looking forward to having them over."
Ron smiled back as he pulled out his parchment and quills.
Harry,
Well, you're not going to believe this, but Dumbledore gave the word! We'll be picking you up tomorrow and
Hermione's been invited to come over then as well! Mum and Dad say hello and they're looking forward to seeing
you!
Now, mate, I have to say that you need to tell Hermione how you feel about her while you can. With You-Know-Who around,
you might not be able to tell her how much you like her. Don't be so stubborn that you miss the chance to tell her,
Harry.
Now that that's out of the way, I've been planning Quidditch plays since we got back from school and I'd
like to see if we can get a pick-up game going to test them out! With any luck we can use some of them next term!
Well, I have to write Hermione to let her know she can come over tomorrow. Send a reply back with Hedig that you got
this and we'll be picking you up at 10:00 regardless what the muggles say!
See you then,
Ron
He rolled the parchment hastily and pulled another sheaf from his stack.
Hermione,
Mum and Dad said you can come over tomorrow! Dumbledore said it was alright to bring Harry so we're going to pick
him up at 10:00 whether those muggles like it or not! Mum and Dad say hello and they're looking forward to your
stay.
Now about Harry, I think you should tell him how you feel about him, Hermione. With You-Know-Who running around, there
might not be a chance when you can tell him and it might be too late. Don't be so stubborn you miss the chance to
tell him you like him, Hermione.
Well, I've got to get some cleaning done so Harry can fit in the room, send a reply letting us know you've got
the message, I'll have Pig wait for you.
Hope to see you in the morning,
Ron
He rolled the letter quickly and looked up at the flutter of wings that heralded the return of Pigwidgeon. The bird seemed to be far more hyper than normal and Ron shook his head irritably.
"Don't tell me they gave you sugar!" Ron hissed as he grabbed the letters and walked to where Pig was currently hopping madly on the windowsill. "I'm going to kill Fred and George!"
Before he could make it across the room, Pig shot off in a random direction and buzzed Ron a few times. Ron looked at him with frustration and jumped to catch the hyper bird.
Pig didn't know what hit him. One minute he was flitting through the air on a sugar high, the next he was clutched in Ron's hand.
Ron had caught the little pest and then landed on a discarded shoe. In the span of a few seconds, he was sprawled on the floor with one hand wrapped around his owl and the other hand cushioning his fall. The letters had flown from his grasp and landed on the other side of the room.
"BLAST IT, PIG!" Ron scolded the owl. "How in the bloody hell can you be so hyper? Even when you're pumped with sugar?!" He cursed and collected the two letters.
"Here." He said tying the letters to each of Pigwidgeon's shaking legs. "Take the one on the right to Harry then take the one on the left to Hermione. Wait for Hermione to reply then you can come home." After the instructions Ron went to the window and unceremoniously threw the bird into the night. Pig seemed happy even though he was just scolded and shot off in a mad rush to deliver the new messages.
"That blasted bird is going to be the death of me." Ron muttered under his breath.
He spent the next hour cleaning his room and stopped only when there was a knock at his door. "Yes?" He asked as he threw a set of dirty robes into the hamper.
His door opened and Ginny came in, her hair was a mess and she wore a frown on her sleepy face. "Could you keep it down? Some people are trying to sleep."
"Sorry, Gin." Ron said absentmindedly. "I just thought I'd get a head start on cleaning the room for when Harry gets here.
"Why? I think Mum's going to put him in Percy's old room."
Ron stopped what he was doing. "I forgot all about that." He said with a chuckle. "I'm so used to him sharing my room when he visits." He slumped into his bed and stretched with a yawn.
"Looks like we've got his reply." Ginny said nonchalantly and pointed to the window where Hedwig was quietly looking around the room. She visibly relaxed when she didn't see Pigwidgeon and stuck her foot out for Ron.
"Thanks, Hedwig." Ron said with a smile. He gave her an owl treat and took the letter. Hedwig hooted happily and flew off into the night.
Ron sat down on his bed and Ginny sat next to him. "What'd he say?" She asked.
Ron unrolled the letter and read it quickly. His face went white then green in the span of a few seconds. "I don't believe it." He said stunned.
"What?" Ginny asked with concern.
Ron gulped and read the letter aloud.
Ron,
ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT HERMIONE LIKES ME?! AS MORE THAN A FRIEND?! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I don't know what's
going on, but it seems that Pig gave me her letter. Ron, tell me you didn't mention anything about my feelings for
her in your letter to me! I'll see you in the morning, tell your parents to pick me up at 8:00 and we'll
talk.
Harry
Ginny's face paled and turned suddenly as a hyper Pig soared into the room with a letter clutched in his claws. He dropped the letter and shot out into the night presumably to work off the sugar rush that still enveloped him. Ron groaned and picked up the letter from Hermione and opened it with shaking hands.
Ron,
HARRY LIKES ME?! AS IN MORE THAN A FRIEND?! WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?! I can't believe Pigwidgeon gave me your
letter to him. Oh, Ron, tell me, please tell me that you didn't say anything about my feelings for him in the
letter you meant for me, please, please tell me you didn't ... I'm going to take the Knight Bus so I'll be
there at 8:00 and we'll talk about this then.
Hermione
"I think I'm going to be sick." Ron said despairingly as he fell onto his bed. He pulled his pillow over his head and let out a desperate moan. "They're going to kill me, I just know it ... I'm dead."
Ginny sighed and patted him on his back. "Don't worry, Ron, things will work out alright. It's scary how those two think alike, isn't it?" She mused as she left the room. "I'll let Mum and Dad know to pick Harry up at eight."
Ron groaned in response and didn't move from where he was. Ginny sighed and turned off the light before closing the door, leaving Ron to bask in his dread. It didn't take long for him to drift to sleep and he began to toss and turn.
"Harry, look at how funny those brains look!" Ron pointed at the tank of floating gray matter and lifted his wand.
"RON DON'T!" Harry shouted as he reached for the wand, but he was too slow.
"ACCIO LUNA!" Ron bellowed and before he knew it, Luna Lovegood flew through the air from the other side of the room and landed in Ron's waiting arms. He looked into her eyes and realized that she didn't look surprised at all, instead she seemed to have enjoyed the flight through the air and she wrapped her arms around him in return.
"Oh, Ronald!" She said breathlessly as their lips met and Ron felt an strange warmth and bolt of electricity shoot through his body at the contact. He didn't want to let her go for some reason and before he knew it they had parted and she gazed dreamily into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Luna." He started but she cut him off with another kiss.
"It's ok, Ronald." She said dreamily as a smile slid across her lips and she came in for another, more passionate kiss.
Ron woke with a start and found that he had been hugging his pillow and a corner of it was soaked with drool as he pulled it from his mouth. He sat up and thought for what seemed to be hours then slowly went to his desk. With only the light the moon provided, he pulled out a sheaf of parchment and picked up his quill. His hand moved across the page as if it was being controlled by a puppeteer.
My Dearest Luna ...