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Belatedly, very very Locked.

Hermione,

I don't know how to start this. This is why I never write to people in the summer. I never know how to start. But that's just me making excuses, right?

I take back what I said before. I'm not stupid, even if I behave that way sometimes. It's just that there's so much stuff I don't know.

I don't know what you'll do with this letter. I wouldn't blame you if you just tore it up. But I hope you read it before you do - even if it's only so that you read this:

I love you.

I don't know how to talk to you, or even if I should talk to you. I want so much to just go over to you, but I can't stand seeing that look. I can't stand seeing that you hate me.

I know you're angry with me. I'm angry with me. I can't explain what happened, because I don't understand it myself. I'd do anything to make it unhappen. If I had a time-turner, I'd go back and hex myself before I let me hurt you. I only love you, Hermione. No one else. You can make me take veritaserum and that won't change.

Please let me find a way to make this better.

Ron