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Hermione’s favorite book as a little girl had been Dahl’s Matilda, but her favorite book as a very little girl had been Letters from Felix. She had no idea how Ron had found out this fact. She was currently very glad he had, though, as she, Harry, and Felix, her new present and consolation prize for everything from Ron, boarded a plane to Australia. She smirked, beginning her first letter as Harry, in the spot next to her began to snore.
She threw out her first several letters:
Dear Ron,
Harry and I are on the plane to Sydney. I miss you already. Why don’t you want me?
Dear Ron,
I don’t suppose you’re expecting Letters from Felix everywhere I go, are you? Harry and I are on the plane to Sydney and I miss you already. I hope you’re all holding up okay.
Dear Ron,
Why did you let me kiss you if you were going to snog bloody Susan Bones after the battle? Do you even know her?
This wasn’t about Ron, though. This was about getting her parents back. About Harry being kind enough to go with her, about insisting his Gringotts vault, still impressive after he had made their reparations to the bank, footed the bill. Well, actually, this was about Ron, as she was currently writing to him. Why did it all have to be so complicated? Why did she feel things that she shouldn’t? Why had Ron been so tender with her if he didn’t love her? Would her parents hate her?
She began again.
Dear Ron,
Harry’s just fallen asleep on the plane. I know you’ve said you’d never fly on one, but I think you’d love looking out at the sky from higher than you’ve ever done on a broom. I don’t suppose you were expecting a letter from Felix instead of from one of us, were you?
Everything’s happened ever so quickly, but part of me almost wants this to happen slowly. I’m terribly worried about it all. Merlin, it feels like I’m constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. What if it’s too early for this?
I’m not ready to come back yet. I mean, of course I’m not, we’ve barely left. It’s strange, going on this adventure without you. The three of us have been together for so many.
Take care of George, or else.
Love from,
Hermione