A/N: Firstly, I am really sorry about the long hiatus I took! Everything went to hell in a hand basket last year. I have finally pulled my shit together and I'm so glad to be back
To anyone following my other two stories: They will be on hiatus indefinitely. I will only update them once I've written approximately half. I lost all the stuff I previously wrote so it's basically back to the drawing board.
Disclaimer: Anything resembling the HP world belongs to Queen JKR. Anything resembling To All The Boys I've Loved Before belongs to Netflix. I only put words together.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Dear Harry
To the love
Harry
Hermione tapped her quill against the off-white parchment she was writing on. She bit her lip gently as she thought about what to say to her best friend. How do you even tell your best friend you love them? Like love love. Well mum always said I should start at the beginning with anything.
Harry
The war brought along a plenitude of emotions. Not knowing if you're about to die does that I suppose. The worst part for me was seeing you in Hagrid's arms, lying there limp and bloodied. I felt my heart shatter. At that moment I knew.
I knew that I loved you.
It was foolish of me to think that we would have a happy ending. I knew you and Ginny had taken a break before we left on the Horcrux hunt. I assumed after the war, I would make a quick trip to Australia and then return. Return to you Harry.
I was a stupid, naïve girl.
By the time I returned, as you are well aware, you and Ginny had rekindled your romance. I tried to squash my feelings. Really I did. I tried to be happy for the two of you. But it's so hard watching you with her every single day when you belong with me.
It's worse now that we are sharing dormitory. She comes in boasting of your escapades and your eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad. I would never compare your eyes to a toad. Especially not a dead one.
Your eyes are the green of spring that revives the Earth after a lengthy winter. Your eyes are the Forbidden forest after it rains. They are the colour of the sea during a storm. Your eyes are a sparkling emerald.
They're emeralds Harry. Not toads.
Anyway, I diverge. The point of this letter is to tell you that I am utterly and irrevocably in love with you and I have no idea what to do about it.
All my love
Hermione Granger
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Hermione finished off by sealing the letter and addressing it to Harry James Potter. She sighed as she pulled out a little box from her desk drawer. The box was blue and decorated with coloured macaroni, sequins and beads.
Every time she had a crush which was as all-consuming as her current infatuation with Harry, she wrote a letter to the recipient of her attentions. Hermione liked to imagine by writing the letters she was pouring her feelings onto the parchment which made it easier for her to let go of her crush.
Currently, there were five letters in total.
The first one was addressed to a muggle boy she had met at camp. Henry Mills was a year older than her. He had been her first kiss. Granted, it was the result of a game of spin the bottle, but he was so polite about it Hermione had been infatuated.
The second letter was addressed to a Draco Malfoy. Resident Slytherin and reformed Death Eater. Hermione had been quite taken with him in first year. Naturally, her illusions were shattered after he had called her a Mudblood.
Her next two letters were written in fourth year. Ron Weasley and Victor Krum. Hermione had been confused to no end by her mixed emotions. Ron behaving like a class A jerk and Victor moving back to Bulgaria had really put things in perspective for her.
Her newest addition to her little box was her letter to Harry.
She caressed the envelope as she slipped it into the box distractedly and shut the lid. As she reached out to pull open her drawer, she heard their dormitory open. Hermione quickly throw her pink sweater over her blue box, her heart beating wildly.
Ginny Weasley strolled into their shared dorm, her red hair flying behind her.
"Still doing homework Hermione?"
Hermione wheeled around, an insincere smile on her face.
"Just finishing up Gin."
"Well I'm just heading off to bed then. I'm exhausted! Goodnight."
She twirled over to her bed and flopped down on her back fully clothed. As if sensing Hermione watching her, she turned to face her.
"I know I've only date Harry properly since May, but the past 6 months have been a fairy tale Hermione. He's just so perfect." Ginny sighed and turned over onto her side, not hearing Hermione's whispered "I know."
Hermione felt a creeping sensation at the bottom of her stomach which was accompanied by a clenching of her chest. She gasped and clutched at her chest as tears filled her eyes. What is this? Guilt, her conscience answered. Guilt. It seeped into her every muscle as she sat at her desk, contemplating a solution to this love triangle without breaking anyone's heart.
She actually quite liked Ginny. Now that they were completing their last year at Hogwarts together, they shared the room with Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. The aforementioned two had been best friends since year one so almost by default, Hermione and Ginny found themselves grouping together.
Hermione walked over to her bed dazedly and rolled herself into her blankets. Thoughts of sparkling emerald eyes encompassed her thoughts as she fell into a deep sleep. The little blue box lay forgotten on her desk under a pink sweater.
A/N: I hope you all like it! Chapter 2 to follow tomorrow (I feel guilty because of the long hiatus I took).