The Letter



A/N: This is only my second R/H fic.so go easy on me!..all of Harry Potter belongs to her majesty J.K. Rowling. I appreciate all feedback, good or bad. ^.~

Hermione Granger sat on the burgundy, velveteen couch in Gryffindor tower, attempting to concentrate on the textbook in front of her. History of Magic could be boring, even for her. However, it wasn't the boring text that was causing her eyes to wander, it was the anticipation of a certain redhead.

Hermione had finally decided to spill her emotions and declaration of love to him, but of course she couldn't do this to his face. She had scribbled out her heart onto one, rather extensive piece of parchment. It was even longer than her essay for Transfiguration had been. She also found that she couldn't just hand the letter to him. Instead, Hermione had snuck up to the boys' dormitory and left it on his pillow. She felt embarrassed at the brash move, but now felt even more embarrassed at how she had scrawled "Ron" in GIGANTIC letters along the envelope. As if he wouldn't know it was for him. Honestly!

She returned her eyes to the text and spent the next several minutes trying to mull through it. Her thoughts kept drifting back to him though. Exasperated, she slammed the book shut. She leaned back against the couch, and gazed into the fire.

"Thank you, Ronald. I had such a WONDERFUL time!" giggled a girl from behind the couch that Hermione was sitting at. She turned around, quietly, realizing that Ron and the girl didn't know she was there. 'Spying is bad!' she lectured herself. But, she couldn't just get up now!

Hermione saw that Ron and Padma Patil were stepping down the last step that had led up to the boys' dormitory. Ron gave the girl that lopsided grin that always made Hermione weak. He bent down and kissed the dark-haired girl, lingering there for a moment.

The two smiled at each other, and he walked her to the portrait hole. "Care for a walk?" he asked her gallantly. And the two were off.

Hermione sat there shocked. Tears stung the back of her eyes. 'What in hell was he doing with that girl?!' she thought. Certainly it was something they shouldn't have been doing, especially since they had been in the boys' dormitory. Suddenly Hermione squealed. Her letter was up there! She had to get it before he came back! There was no way she could let him read it now! Especially since she knew he didn't feel that way about her. 'What a skirt- chaser.' She thought. She felt really embarrassed now. 'What if he had seen the letter?' It had been resting there on his pillow. She gulped as another thought came to her. 'What if he HADN'T seen the letter?'

Hermione dashed up the stairs to boys' dormitory. She had to get to that letter before he did. She hurried over to the bed that she knew to be his. It was, of course, the messiest area in the room, with the Chudley Cannons posters everywhere.

The sheets were in disarray, and one of the pillows was on the floor. 'What in hell had they been doing up here?' she thought. She sat on the bed of sheets, and started to frantically look through them for any sign of the letter. It just didn't seem to be there.

Then she saw it. "Ugh! Gross! The nerve of him!" she screeched out loud this time. She had accidentally touched it too! Where she had pulled back the sheets, lay a very-much-used condom. Her heart sank further than it had at the sight of Padma. She knew very well now, what they had done and she was upset. She knew the girls liked Ron, but she didn't know he had been such a lady's man. She frowned in disgust, and hurried out of the room. Tears were already spilling down her cheeks.