LOVE, HERMIONE
Just a little drabble I came up with. I hope you like it.
Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, writing a letter. She had just finished, signing it Love, Hermione, and was just about to fold it in half when she was interrupted.
"Hey Hermione," said Ron, peering over her shoulder, "Who're you writing?"
Hermione blushed; trying to cover the letter she had just finished writing before he could see.
"No one," she replied.
But it was too late. He had seen.
Ron's blue eyes narrowed.
"Love?" he spat. "I see, you're writing to Vicky!"
"No! I'm not!" she protested.
"Who else would it be?" Ron snarled. "It's been Krum since 4th year – hasn't it?"
"No! It hasn't it! It was –"
"Just forget it," Ron said angrily, and stomped up the stairs to the boy's dormitories.
Hermione sighed, and folded the letter in half, quarters, and then eights. Upon doing this, she neatly tore the pieces apart, leaving only fragments of what she had written. She tossed them in the air, and ran out of the common room, holding back angry tears.
Dear Ron,
I have something important to tell you. I know this is a bit abrupt and to the point, but I was never one for long, drawn out, sappy confessions.
That's right, this is a confession. I've loved you since our 4th year at Hogwarts; Victor Krum was just a stupid ploy to make you jealous.
I'm sorry.
Love, Hermione.