Disclaimer- I'll only say this once so pay close attention. I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters I just own the plot.

It was late at night and 15 yr. old Hermione Granger was rushing over Hogwarts school grounds over to the lake. She kept going over the events of this morning.

It was early in the morning and Hermione was just sitting down to breakfast. All of the sudden thousands of owls came rushing in to deliver the morning mail. Before she knew it a snowy white owl had swept down landing in front of Harry (who was sitting to her right) dropping a letter in his lap. He picked it up and looked at it.

"Hey Hermione this has your name on it". He said handing the letter over to her.

"Let me see it". She replied looking over at the envelope.

 As Harry handed the letter over to her she caught the glimpse of her name written nicely on the front of the envelope. On closer notice she saw hearts surrounding her name. As she opened the envelope her mind began to fill with thoughts. Inside was a letter written in nice neat writing with a border of hearts around it.

"Looks like you got a love letter," replied Harry, as he was looking over her shoulder and reading.

 Quickly she folded up the letter and put it in her bag deciding she would read it later when she was alone.

 Just then Ron appeared and leaned down to kiss her.

They had only been going out for a couple months now but there relationship was going pretty well so far.

"Hey what do you have there?" Ron said motioning to the letter she was stuffing into her bag.

"Just a letter from the folks," she lied before Harry could say a thing

"What did they say?"

"Oh just that everything was fine and that they really miss me. You know the usual." Again she was lying. Her parents had written the day before to say that there next door neighbor had died and her son had been put in jail on charges for killing her, but she wasn't thinking about that at the moment.

Later on in the day she found herself alone in the girls dormitory. She quickly retrieved the letter out of her bag and sat down on her bed. She opened it and started to read.

Dearest Hermione,

Oh for how long have I watched you sitting in class? Your endless beauty amazes me. Your frizzy hair and perfect brown eyes and your body is so perfect I have waited for so long to hold you in my arms. I want to see you. I wish to meet you out by the lake tonight at midnight. Please do for I will be waiting to meet my princess.

Yours Truly

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The letter was obviously written by a boy with neat handwriting but he obviously could not write love letters but still the fact that someone actually liked her made her heart flutter with joy. She sat there and read the letter over and over again and each time the very fact that someone liked her amazed her. But who would like her? She thought of all possible people. She knew it couldn't be Ron or Harry their writing wasn't as neat and it couldn't be any of the other guys in 6th year Griffindor tower they all had said she was just a friend. So who could it be? She wondered over and over again. Well of course the obvious answer would be to meet this person by the lake at midnight. But what if they just want to hurt me? She thought. It could all just be a cruel trick!

By the time she finished running through all the possible questions she decided to take a risk and she would go.

At dinner that night she kept an eye out for any possible person that might be staring at her like they loved her but she saw no one.

That night she told Ron that she was tired and wanted to go to bed so she could get away from him. When it was 11:30 she crept downstairs into the common room to find that no one was there to her relief. Quietly she crept out of the castle and ran down to the lake to meet him.

As she neared the lake she saw no one there and started to think that this was a bad idea but she waited for him to show up. After she had been waiting there for a while she decided to go but not before she noticed some one running down from the castle to where she was.

He stopped right in front of her breathing heavily. She waited until his breathing slowed before she spoke.

"Shall we sit?" she asked.

"I'd rather stand." Said a very familiar cold and icy voice. She just couldn't put a finger on whose it was and then it hit her with full force. Quickly she hit his hand as he reached out to grab her hand and turned and ran. When she reached the common room she sat down in a chair and caught her breath still going over her thoughts. As she was doing this the picture door opened and Ginny stepped in.

"What was he thinking?" she said as she joined Hermione on the couch.

"Is he okay? I mean what did he do?" Hermione had told Ginny all about it and had her hide in the bushes just in case some thing happened.

"Well after you ran off he started running after you but tripped and did a nice face plant might I say".

"But out of all people why did it have to be him?"

"I don't know. I guess life is just that way" Ginny left her sitting on the events of the night and headed to bed but one thought wouldn't get out of her mind. Of all people to love me why does it have to be him? Why does it have to be Draco Malfoy?