Note: I own nothing... i just like to play with them.

I got this idea from reading Slytherinloverbookworm's letters.


Year One

She was staring at the blank piece of parchment, trying to find the words to write so she wouldn't sound like a silly little girl with a crush on her professor. It was the first day home from Hogwarts, her new school.

The past year was full of excitement, danger and new friends. She couldn't believe that this time, a year ago she hadn't even known that magic was even real, let alone that she was a witch herself. She had always been somewhat of a teacher's pet and because of this other kids teased her or just left her alone. This year was different. She had friends, friends that risked their life for her.

Hermione sighed, this was harder then she thought. Setting down the quill, she pushed away from the desk in her room and went down stairs to where her parents were watching tv, enjoying their day off.

"Mommy, can you help me please? I'm writing a letter and need some help figuring out what to write." She asked, Her parents looked up, forgetting for a second that Hermione was home.

"Yes of course dear, who are you writing to?" Hermione had been dreading this question, she started fidgeting with her shirt and bit her lip a little. "Um, its sort of privet" she said, looking at her dad nervously,

Recognition flashed across her mothers face. "Oh well we can talk about this over a spot of tea, how does that sound?" Jane asked her daughter

Relief flooded Hermione as she nodded and headed into the kitchen, sitting down at the table. Jane put a kettle on the stove and then sat across the table from Hermione.

"So your writing to a boy." Jane stated more then asked. Hermione blushed and stammered her reply, "Y..yes" still blushing.

"Don't worry dear, now what did you need help with" Jane asked putting her hand on top of Hermione's.

"Well, last year I thought he was doing something terrible almost the entire year, I feel bad because he was trying to stop it from happening the whole time. I want to say I'm sorry without sounding stupid." Hermione explained, bitting her lip nervously, her blush fading as her voice grew stronger.

"Why would you worry about sounding stupid?" Her mother asked, intrigued. At this question the blush stated creeping up and the stammering started again.

"Well, I . . . He . . . um . . . " Hermione started shifting her eyes trying to figure out what to tell her mother, "He is a few years older . . . um then me." The tea kettle chose this time to start whistling, Jane got up and made the tea.

"You like this boy as more then a friend? Her mother asked, as she was putting sugar and milk into each cup.

"Yes mum but he doesn't seem me as even a friend." Hermione confessed

"Well maybe you should work on fixing that." Jane said as she set the tea in front of Hermione who took a deep drink savoring the flavor.

"I was thinking an apology would help that actually." Hermione said.

"Then all there is to do is to tell it like it is." Jane told her daughter "and hope for the best."

After this statement Hermione drank the rest of her. "Thank you mum. It's been a real help." She said getting up, clearing her cup and kissing her mother on th cheek. She ran back up to her room and sat at her desk, once again picking up her quill.

Dear Professor Snape,

I just wanted to tell you I am sorry for thinking you were trying to steal the sorcerers stone last year. I realize that you were just trying to make sure that Professor Quirrell didn't get it. I hope you accept this apology. On another note I just wanted to let you know that I plan on marrying you one day.

Sincerely,

Hermione Jane Granger

Satisfied she wrote a good letter fallowing her mothers "tell it like it is" advice she sealed it up and sent it off.