It All Started With an Owl…

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I own my car, a few dozen pens and notebooks, and that's about it. I can hardly afford gas, let alone the rights to Harry Potter and Co. All I get from this is a sick pleasure of taking characters and places from J.K. Rowling's world and playing with them is the fun of taking them and playing with them. And the occasional review from other weirdo's who like playing with them as well. Please don't take that away from me.

Author's Notes: This story is based off of characters and situations from my own life. If you recognize anything, it may be because you know me. If that is the case, I apologize for my lack of social skills. I spend more time in fan fiction than honing my relationship skills. Let me know if it's worth it in a review or if I should just give up and become a social butterfly.

Also, this may or may not be a one-shot, depending on if I decide to continue it or not, which depends on whether anything happens between the real-life people this story was based on… or if I get inspiration other than that for the story.

Last note before I get on with the story, I promise. I envision this relationship as Hermione/Remus because that's the kind of people the real people are (minus the age difference) but it doesn't explicitly say that in the story (at least not yet. If I continue, it probably will).

OK, on with the story!

It was never supposed to happen, but happen it did. We started off owling each other every once in a while, whenever something excited happened in our lives, mainly. That turned into weekly missives where we discussed everything from our mutual friends' latest antics to schoolwork to philosophy. We began writing to each other as often as we could; Oftentimes our owls would cross paths in the air, making it so we'd be discussing several things at once.

I'd taken to writing some rather obscure quotes (especially to the wizarding world) at the end of my letters to him, and he'd respond in kind. It became a sort of contest to see who could come up with the better quotes.

Somewhere along the way, I trusted him with some of my deepest secrets and he did the same. I felt honored that this man who gave so much and asked so little , that didn't let people know the real him, had let me in. He trusted me with some things that not even his best friend knew. I'm not pretending I know everything there is to know about him- I know I don't, but I know more than most could ever hope to… and I am very blessed because of it.

Sometime in our friendship, I fell in love. I can't tell you when or why it happened, only that it did. Romantic Relationships were the one thing we never discussed. Well, we did once. A rather awkward floo conversation several years ago where it was decided that it just wouldn't be right for us to become romantically involved with each other at that point in our relationship. We haven't spoken of seeing each other- or other people- since them. And then I did what I knew I shouldn't do- I fell for him, and fell hard. It's been a while since I've admitted it to myself (and longer that it's been true I wouldn't admit) and I've cherished his letters and floo calls more and more as time passes.

The only thing is… I can't tell him. I want to so bad, but I just can't. What if he doesn't feel the same way? Even scarier: what if he does?

OK, so that was it. The could-be one-shot. I think the beginning notes were almost as long as the actual writing… sorry 'bout that, but really, it's not about how many words the story is, as long as you can say what needs to be said. There was more I could have written, but most of it would have just been taking up space, cluttering things up. And I'm trying to rid myself of clutter, so it's not in there. Hope you're ok with that. If not, well, that's ok too.

This was quite possibly the shortest thing I have ever written, but I like it more than some other pieces, so I'm ok with that. As I said before, I see this as Remus/ Mione, which WILL come up if/ as I write more to it. If you don't like that idea, don't read more after I update, simple as that.

You can, however, review no matter what you thought, and let me know how I did. And now I KNOW that all this combined writing outside the story is longer than the story itself… whoops.