A/N: hey. I have been totally inspired today. I've written new chapters to two of my stories and a poem...so far. I decided to keep going and am now starting a new story. YAY! it's almost definitely going to be a one-short since i have three going on right now, but that's okay. hope you like it!

Yours

The first time Hermione had received one of his letters, she had just gotten home from a night out with her parents. The three of them had been celebrating Hermione's return home for the summer. She was in no mood to celebrate though, Hermione, along with the rest of the wizarding world, was still grieving over the loss of the greatest wizard to ever live. The were still mourning for Dumbledore.

Barely any time had passed since that battle at Hogwarts and the memories were still fresh. But what could she do? She did not want to worry her parents and if they knew that their daughter was in the middle of a war, they would do everything they could to make her give up her wand. It would not be the first time they tried to do so.

Hermione rubbed her temples as she walked up the stairs.

In fifth year, Hermione had made the mistake of telling her parents about the Department of Mysteries, something she instantly regretted. After they had heard about how she was facing full grown dark wizards, with only a few teenagers on her side, they seemed to have lost their minds. Her father started pacing and muttering about how he knew that something like this was going to happen while Hermione's mother went into hysterics and demanded that Hermione never return to Hogwarts.

Hermione sighed at the memory. That had been the last time that she had made that mistake. There were moments when she suspected that her parents thought she was still having her adventures with Harry and Ron but they never brought it up. Hermione was at least grateful for that.

Hermione looked around her room, still not used to being home again. She smiled wryly as she thought that, Hogwarts has become more of a home than here, she thought to herself. Even with everything that happened inside that castle, there was no denying the truth. She felt safer at Hogwarts than anywhere else.

It was then that Hermione heard the owl peck its beak on her window. She frowned, Harry and Ron would not be sending letters this early and the owl was unfamiliar. She shrugged and walked over to the window to let the owl in.

As soon as she opened the window, the owl flew in and landed gracefully on her desk. Hermione smiled at the creature and untied the letter from its leg. Opening a one of the drawers, Hermione found a few Owl treats and fed them to the bird, who hooted in delight.

Hermione opened the letter and read it.

Hermione,

How are you? I saw you recently but I couldn't think of any other way to start this letter. Although, it does seem like a pretty lame thing for me to say. Which brings up the million dollar question, who am I? That is something that you won't know, at least not for a while.

I can picture you now, biting your lip as you read this. You tend to do that, you know. Bite your lip. Don't worry, it's quite adorable, makes you look all innocent. All us guys love to watch you do that, it's incredibly sexy. And by the way, I am a guy. I thought I would just point that out.

If you knew who this is, you would not believe it. Most likely, you'd think I was playing a trick on you or something, using this letter as a way to get to you. I'm not. It's not like I'm a shy person either, so it doesn't make much sense for me to be writing this. Usually if I like a girl, she knows instantly. But you're not like all the other girls and this is in a completely different situation. I doubt you would go out with me if I asked you, and your rejection, despite deeply wounding me, would be exactly what I expected. You don't know it, but we're acquaintances ... that was an incredibly odd sentence, so let me rephrase. Since you don't know who I am, you don't know that the two of us know each other. (That sounds slightly less stalker-ish.)

If you didn't get it from that last paragraph, which I highly doubt since there is nothing you don't understand, I like you. And that's putting it mildly. I'm just a little embarrassed to write 'I love you' in a letter. But here it goes anyway. I'm in love with you Hermione. I have been for ages.

You would never accept me though, which is another reason why I tell you this anonymously. You are someone who would never even like me and I know that. I haven't tried to make myself believe otherwise because I know that it's true.

I better be going now. Even though you'll probably never know who this is, I wanted to tell you. You can only keep it in for so long, you know? And since I have to lie constantly, I wanted to at least be truthful about something

With love,

Yours

Hermione just stared at the letter. She could not help but think that that was terribly romantic. And, although she would never admit it, she thought that the way he had signed the letter was the sweetest thing ever. Yours. Hermione smiled slightly to herself. Mine.

It was a very welcome distraction at that moment. Who wanted to be thinking of all the depressing events that were happening around the world. It would be just nicer to ignore them and think of a secret admirer. Perhaps that was why Hermione grabbed a quill and parchment, with the intention of writing a reply. Luckily for her, the owl had stayed throughout the time she had read the letter, preoccupied with the treats he had been given.

Hermione murmured to the owl, asking it to stay, before writing the letter.

Dear Yours(?)

Yours? Is that what I'm supposed to call you? Or should I be calling you 'mine'? That hardly seems fitting. What if one day I figure out that it was you who wrote the letter? I would feel completely stupid for addressing this the way I did. It doesn't even work as a nickname.

Having said that, I thought it was an incredibly sweet way to end it.

There's really nothing that I have to say, so I don't know why I'm writing back. It's a nicer thing to think about than some other things that are going on. But I really don't have anything to write. It seems insulting to write 'Thank You' as a response to 'I love you' so I am at a loss of what to say.

To answer your initial question, I'm good. I had dinner with my parents tonight which, although exhausting, was a nice thing to do.

Talk to you later,

Hermione

Although she did not know it then, Hermione had just changed her life forever. All because she responded to a secret admirer note.

The only question is, whether she changed it for the worse or for the better.

A/N: I lied. I don't want to make it a one-short. I think I can have some fun with this story.

YOU HAVE TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION!! ... please?

I haven't decided who I want the secret admirer to be. Who should I make it?

If you answered that, I officially love you and am forever grateful. thanks!