Hermione sat there looking down at the blank piece of parchment. She held a quill in her hand as she looked around the room for inspiration, thinking of Harry's eyes she began from there. What was she thinking writing a love letter to the only person who understood her? Well Harry did deserve to know how she felt about him.

On the piece of parchment she began to write.

Dear Harry,

I know that you don't usually receive this kind of letter from a young woman such as myself. I know that I sound formal but sorry if I seem this way. This isn't something that I would normally do, but I think you should read this. It's a poem I wrote. I bet your wondering when I found the time to write this poem. I wrote it after we made love. I thought about you as I lay my head on my pillow. I thought about the way you made feel and I just had to write it down. So I got out a piece of parchment and I began to write "the meaning of love".

The meaning of Love

Love is the realest thing that a man and a woman can feel.

To Love is to feel with more than your body.

Love is the sensation that makes you want to change for the better.

To Love is to know another persons heart and soul as well as you know your own.

To love is to share you self with another person

To taste that person on your lips after you've kissed.

No boundaries

No lies

To share pain,

To share sorrow,

To share anger,

To share joy,

To share everything that you have pent up inside

To know what you feel is real

To know that it's not a misconception

To know how to love is to know how to live.

Harry when I wrote this I thought about the way you made love to me. I thought of the way you held me close as we saw stars together. I thought of every moment we spent together in secret. Harry I must admit something to you that I don't want another living soul to know. I Love You Harry Potter I would love to scream it to the heavens. To whisper those words in your ear as we hold each other close. To say to you when were alone.

I LOVE YOU HARRY POTTER

I LOVE YOU HARRY POTTER

Love Hermione Granger

Hermione sat there thinking about what she had just done. She had just admitted that she loved Harry Potter.

She pondered why it had to be today that she realized that she loved the bloke.

She loved him so much it almost hurt to see him.

Hermione looked down at the two pages of the letter she had just finished writing to Harry. She had just sealed her faith... she was meant to love Harry Potter.

It's true that you can't choose who you love, and you can't choose who loves you.

Hermione walked to the owlery the next morning looking like the living dead. She hadn't slept last night. She was thinking about what she had done. How could she talk to Harry and not feel odd about talking to him public.

At the great hall as everyone sat down to have their morning meal. Harry sat right across from Hermione. She seemed distant. He wondered why. Hermione looked nervous as the owls flew in with packages and letters for the students. Hedwig dropped two letters on Harry's Lap. One letter had his name on it but not from whom. Harry read the letter it was written in block letters.

DEAR HARRY.

DON'T YOU DARE OPEN THE SECOND LETTER IN FRONT OF EVERY ONE IF YOU DO I'LL KNOW. READ THE LETTER ALONE WITH NO ONE NEAR YOU.MAKE SURE THAT YOUR NOT INTERUPPTED. THE SECOND LETTER IS JINXED. IF ITS NOT OPEN BY YOU THE JINX WILL GIVE THE PERSON WHO OPENS IT LARGE BLISTERS ACROSS THEIR FACE.

DON'T LET IT BE OPEN BY NO ONE THAT'S NOT YOU.

YOU'LL KNOW WHO IT'S FROM

WHEN YOU READ THE SECOND ONE YOU'L KNOW.

Harry pondered who would write a letter like this to him. The person had to be cynical and very determined to jinx the second letter so that no one would find out who wrote it.

Harry looked across to Hermione who looked very pale. She looked as if she was ready to vomit. "Hermione are you alright?" Harry asked his voice filled with concern for her.

"Nothing Harry, nothing at all's wrong." She looked down at her food.