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Forged Love Note
"You did what?!" Hermione bellowed.
Seamus and Dean laughed helplessly. "You can thank Fred and George. Remember that quill of mine I had you try out?" She nodded weakly. "It copied your handwriting style."
Hermione hexed them both. The pair switched and winced from the stinging hex. As Hermione left the Gryffindor common room, she heard them protest. "We know you like him."
She sat on the marble stairs pulling out a quill and good length of parchment. Penning quickly. Folding the parchment carefully, she went in search of the Potions Master.
~*~*~
A quick knock on his office door. "Come in." Hermione opened the door. "Ms. Granger, I don't give out extra credit assignments."
Hermione stood stiffly. "No, Sir, it's not that. I was informed that a note was delivered to you bearing my signature."
Snape put down his quill. Giving her a disgusted look. "Ms. Granger, I hope you are not implying that I can't tell the difference between a forgery and a genuine." Hermione looked quite relieved.
"I hoped you'd see that, Professor. Thank you." She handed her folded parchment over to Snape who took it reluctantly. "Thank you again, Professor." She turned and left.
Snape unfolded the parchment. There at the bottom it said, "Space for all the things I can't say, Hermione." What would she have written if she could have?