The Hogwarts Express was a beautiful red train that carried it's passengers to a magnificent school of extraordinary content. Hermione Granger, the Head Girl this year, sat in a compartment all by herself.
It's not that she had no friends. She had friends, oh yes, great friends. One was a very famous boy, by the name of Harry Potter. Another, Ron Weasley, had so many siblings that she often lost track.
But they were not here for her now. They couldn't be. They were boys, doomed to mild intelligence and the amazing ability not to recognize a girl problem if it did a naked tap dance in front of their face wearing blinky lights and a large sign that says: LOOK.
Yes, they were boys. Playing Exploding Snaps and talking of Quidditch in some compartment far away, no doubt.
So you may be wondering: What is this blinky, sign-holding, naked, tap dancing problem that belongs to Hermione Granger?
She had been…. Well…She was sort of…It kind of happened like…. OH FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
SHE WAS DUMPED! D-U-M-P-E-D! BY KRUM! THE FAMOUS QUIDDITCH PLAYER!
Now, I'm not one to spread rumors…but this is how it went down:
Hermione went to visit him over the summer, but she found him with another girl. (A fugly slut, as Ginny Weasley had later said) In addition, on a spur of the moment decision, he dumped her. So she was alone in Bulgaria with no money and a broken heart…What to do? Cry. Cry long and hard.
There was a sharp tap on the compartment door, and Crookshanks hissed at it.
It was an owl, a gray barn owl. It dropped a letter at her feet and flew off.
Could it be? A letter from Krum…or possibly just an owl who gave it to the wrong person…
She picked up the letter, and read a short rhyme that graced the page with its presence.
Dear Hermione,
I hope I see you a lot this year,
Hope you and I can make up for our fight,
Hope you don't hate me,
Hope I am doing this right.
Hope you'll forgive,
If you don't forget,
Hope we don't look back on this time
With too much regret.
I want to say I'm sorry,
Wanted to say that I miss you.
Secret Admirer
She looked at the letter. She read it over. Then she read it again. Secret Admirer?
She didn't know this handwriting. It was narrow and severe…like a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw.
Setting the letter down carefully, she pulled on her school robes.
It can't be Krum…He doesn't write like that. But I know I've seen that writing before. It's definitely not a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor…. Our writing is curvy and large…Unless we try to make it small to fit things on a page.
She sat down, and pulled out a quill. Sucking on the end, Hermione thought and thought, and finally knew what to write back.
Hey,
I don't know who you are,
But I'd love to meet you,
I just got dumped,
So I'm feeling a little blue.
Here, why don't we strike a deal,
Keep writing,
And I'll meet you on our first trip to Hogsmeade.
Hermione
After checking for errors, she tied the letter to Crookshanks neck.
"Okay, boy. Sniff this, and take the letter to the smell…." Hermione held out the first letter from her secret admirer.
It was taking an unusually long time to get to Hogwarts. Probably because of the hurricane-like weather, they were experiencing.
Sitting down, she pulled out a book, but her mind was elsewhere.
I hope it's not a Slytherin…Why would one of them like me? Okay, so maybe I changed physically over the summer….My busts a little bigger…my hips are fuller…my hair is longer and less frizzy…But you know, who cares?
The witch with the food cart strolled by. She looked at Hermione.
"Deary, do you mind if I have a rest in here?"
"Help yourself."
The witch sat down and offered Hermione a Pumpkin Pasty. They sat in silence for awhile, but then the witch looked up.
"What's bothering you my dear?"
"Oh…nothing."
"Don't lie."
Hermione sighed. "Fine. I got a love letter from a secret admirer…And I think it's from a Slytherin."
"Oh…my goodness this is quite a situation. Did you write back?"
"Yes…my cat is delivering the letter."
"Show me the first letter, please."
The witch looked over it, and nodded. "Yes, this is a Slytherin, I think. But I can't be certain. He's a fine boy, lassie. I can tell by his writing. You'd do well not to judge him by his house."
With that, the witch left.
A/N: Hope you like it. PLEASE REVIEW. Since it's summer, I should be able to update more. Don't worry, my other stories will be updated soon….I PROMISE!
Bet you all think it's Draco…. Right? Ha…you are sooooo wrong.
