Especially For You

CHAPTER ONE: THE LETTER

`Mum, we are here!´ yelled 17 years old Ron, Gryffindor´s Quidditch Captain and Keeper, stepping inside The Burrow. `Oh, Hermione! I got it. Just go ahead and I´ll bring your things to Ginny´s room.´

Ron never thought that he would be QuidditchCaptain. He always knew that Harry would be the Captain but since his GPA is way higher than Harry´s, because of Hermione, of course, he became one.

`Are you sure?´ asked Hermione, the new Head Girl. `I can help you, really...´

`Nah, I´m strong you see,´ said Ron, showing his biceps which caused Hermione to giggle.

`Alright then,´ said Hermione, `If you say so, handsome.´ Ron leaned down to give her a kiss. The two of them have been dating since September 8 of their 6^th year.

`Ahem,´ said a voice from behind them. They immediately stopped kissing and then slowly looked on their side, their cheeks together.

`Yes, Ginny?´ said Ron, closing his eyes, sighing.

`Hermione,´ said Ginny, grinning. `Mum wants to know if you have eaten breakfast yet...´

`Oh, that,´ said Hermione. `No I haven´t.´

`OK. That´s all. Continue please.´ Ginny immediately ran to the kitchen.

`So, Ginny´s not here anymore,´ said Ron leaning closer again. `Can we---´

`Ron,´ said Molly, with her hands on her waist. `I suggest that you carry Hermione´s things upstairs at once. Breakfast is almost ready.´

`Sure, mum.´ Ron immediately grabbed Hermione´s bag and suitcase. He smiled at her and then carried her things upstairs, while Hermione followed Mrs. Weasley to the kitchen.

`Is there anything that I can do to help?´ asked Hermione.

`You stay here,´ said Ron, putting the suitcase beside the bed. `And you stay---´ but he was interrupted when an eagle owl dropped a letter on the bed. It was summer so all the windows are usually open. He watched as the huge owl flew away and then walked towards the bed. A magical postcard was there with the inscription, Bulgarian QuidditchTeam, which flashed and changed colour every few seconds. He frowned and then reached for the postcard.

Dear Hermione, [Ron stuck his tongue out.]

Hello! How are you? [He rolled his eyes.] If you aren´t busy, would you like to come over and visit me here in Bulgaria? [His eyebrows wrinkled.] In case you don´t know, Bulgaria will be hosting the QuidditchWorld Cup. [He frowned.] You can invite all your friends, especially Harry and Ron. [He raised his eyebrows while thinking, `Excuse me. Harry is her friend but I am THE boyfriend, not just friend. Stupid git!´] You don´t have to worry about the cost. [He stuck his tongue out again.] I´ll pay for everything, including the accommodations.[He glared at the letter.]

I really hope to hear from you soon and I also hope that you can come. [He snorted.]

Love from Viktor [`Love from Viktor?´ he thought. `What the hell!´]

He threw the letter back on the bed and then sat on a nearby chair. He took a deep breath and then ran his hand through his hair. He looked at the letter and he was jealous, extremely jealous. He stood up, grabbed the postcard and then walked slowly downstairs. He wanted to tear the letter apart and just throw them in the trash can so bad, but he stopped himself.

`Ron,´ said Hermione, once he entered the room. She didn´t know what to put on Ron´s plate. `Would you like some sausage, pancakes, porridge, eggs or ham? Ron!´

`What?´ asked Ron, sitting beside Ginny, which made Harry, Ginny and Hermione frown.

`I was asking you if you wanted sausage, pancakes, porridge, eggs or ham,´ said Hermione, softly. Harry looked at Hermione and then sat beside her but Hermione stopped him.

`That is Harry´s chair,´ said Hermione... another term for `Sit here beside me.´ But Ron just ignored her and then reached for the sausages. She immediately knew that something was wrong, very wrong.

`Harry can sit there,´ said Ron, coldly. Harry looked from Hermione to Ron and then back to Hermione again, shrugging. `I like this chair.´

`Fine, Harry, sit here,´ snapped Hermione, hiding the hurt expression on her face. After a few minutes of deafening silence, Ron spoke.

`Oh, before I forget,´ said Ron, coolly, handing her a postcard, `this is for you. It´s from the Great Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum. He wants you to come over this summer.´

`Oh so is this what it´s all about?´ asked Hermione, dropping her fork on her plate. `Is that why you are acting like that?´ Ron looked up from his plate, frowning.

`Mrs. Weasley,´ squeaked Harry. `Would you mind handing me that, please? Thanks.´ Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron and then to Hermione and then back to the glaring Ron again.

`Why is he still writing to you?´ blurted Ron. `He wants to invite you over the summer and he said that he will cover all the expenses. What a prat!´

`You read my letter?!´ said Hermione.

`In case you haven´t noticed,´ snapped Ron. `It is a post card. If an owl could read, that owl who delivered it would have been able to read it as well!´

`What do you want me to do?´ said Hermione. `Tell him to not write to me ever again?´

`Yes. That´s what I want you to do.´ Hermione looked annoyed.

`Ah, er,´ said Harry. `Ginny? Do you want to eat breakfast with me outside?´

`Ah, OK,´ said Ginny and they left with their plates.

`Can we come as well?´ asked Mr. Weasley.

`Of course, sir.´ And they all left, leaving Ron and Hermione alone.

`If I only knew that you´d only pick fights with me, I wouldn´t have come here!´

`If you´d only tell Vicky not to write to you then we wouldn´t be fighting!´

`You are impossible!´

`How would you feel if Padma wrote to me like that?!´

`I hate it when you get jealous!´

`Jealous?! Me?!´ said Ron, standing up and throwing his hands in the air. `Please don´t make me laugh! Ha ha ha!´

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