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Hermione sat on her bed. I don't feel anything. I don't like him. He's as idiot. He is secretly an old man in disguise. Nothing worked. Her mind wouldn't obey.

She turned and looked at the door. He was out there enjoying their fight, a fight he had won, and she was sitting on her bed feeling like crap because the guy she was in love with had called her all the names in the book.

She was in love with him, the arrogant, self-centred barstard and there was nothing she could do about it. But to top it off she couldn't keep it inside anymore. Sighing she thought about him and all the time she had been in love with him. Surprisingly it had come on in third year when she had punched him. God that had felt great and now in seventh year she had still done nothing about it.

She had fanaticised about telling him but she came to terms with the fact that it was never going to happen. She sighed again and picked up the book she was reading. It was a muggle book and the boy had been sending anonymous love notes to the girl.

Picking it up she immediately put it back down again, turned to her desk and got to work.

An hour later and quite a few rolls of parchment she sat back and re-re-re-read her final product.

Draco,

I love you, have done for sometime. I don't know what to do about it and so I am sending you this. Reply with the owl I am sending this to you with. If you need help with anything ask me, you can ask me anything.

Love You Don't Know Who

Hermione looked at her work pleased with herself. It was short, straight to the point and the cold hard truth. Looking at it she realised the situation she was in and how much it sucked. Slowly she stood up and headed toward the owlery to borrow an owl. Using hers would be a dead giveaway.

Draco sat in his room, reading one of the muggle books he had borrowed off Hermione, see he wasn't the snob everybody thought he was, it was a war book, but a war book different to the war they had been living and only just conquered.

He was amazed at the way the could cause so much horror without magic. He was pondering this when he heard a tapping on his window.

He loved this window, it gave him a full view of the quidditch pitch and so he could watch everybody play. He still played himself but he loved the game so much he didn't mind watching other people play, not that he would admit this to anybody because he had a reputation and he couldn't lose it to a stupid view outside his window.

The tapping continued and he was snapped out of his thoughts and back into reality where there was an owl still repeatedly tapping on his window, he opened it and untied the roll of parchment from its leg.

Dear Draco,

I know you hate me, but I love you and I can't keep on not telling you. I'm sorry.

Love Hermione.

Hermione sorted out the pile of papers on her desk. She couldn't have Draco coming in and finding all these letters to him! She decided to read through them all for a bit of a laugh, some of her attempts were hilarious. Her favourite was from when she was getting frustrated:

DRACO!

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!? I HATE YOU BUT AM IN LOVE WITH YOU.

FUCK YOU AND GO TO HELL!

With love, Hermione.

She smiled to herself reading that, like he was ever going to reply to something like that. She carried on reading through her letters (there were literally thousands of them!) until she found one that sent shivers of horror down her spine.

It was a letter that looked exactly like all of the other ones but reading through it she realised that it was the one she was meant to send to Draco.

Looking down in horror she tried to figure out which one she ACTUALLY sent to him, some of them were from her, HERMIONE!!

Looking around her room in despair she sighed, turned away and started plan, avoid Malfoy.

She snuck out of her room, making sure Draco was still in his room edged towards the door trying to make as little noise as possible.

With one final look around the room, as if she was never going to see it again, she turned and started heading towards the black lake where she could get some silence to think about how miserable the rest of her life was going to be, and thinking of all the possibilities for the type of letter Draco would be laughing at, many of them signed with her name.

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