Harry and Hermione: True Blue
By:Mistressofchapters
(A/N: 'Allo! How are you, Monsieur et Mademoiselle?....Er, sorry. My cousin's friends came over from France. Hmm, Oh yeah, this fic will only last for one chapter, so....um.....enjoy?)
Dearest Harry,
I just want to congratulate you on capturing Cho's heart (again). Maybe you think I'm just an ever immaculate, old soul, but to tell you the truth, I've been having, well, murderous thoughts about Cho. I sometimes think I want to kill, torture, or do something terrible to her. I really think I'm jealous of her because, well, she has you. You might think it's really crazy to fall in love with a friend, but I really do. In our second year, when I was petrified, I could still hear and feel you and Ron around me. I heard how you whispered to me that it's going to be okay, I'll get through it, and I'll live. I felt how you kissed my cheek, rubbed my hand, and constantly hug me. For the first time in my cold, mangled body, I felt warmth spread through me. It was like magic, I cherished every moment of it. In our third year, we rode on Buckbeak. While flying, I was scared, but I knew you were there. When I scream, I just hug you closer to me. I felt my bones tingling. In our fourth year, before you left, I was jealous because Fleur Delacour kissed you, so I kissed you too. So here I am, writing, probably at home by the time you read this Harry, so, I love you. I've never been loved this way, but at least I'm being loved as a friend....or more. I really do hope you write back Harry. My new owl, Chrysalis, will know where to go.
Lots of Love,
Hermione P.S.: At this very thought, If you don't love me the way I do, I really hope we'll still be friends and I hope you'll be happy with the witch you choose. Still write, though.
Harry read and reread every word of it. He decided it was time to tell her too. So, he took out a quill, a piece of parchment, and wrote: Dear Hermione, He stopped there, for he didn't know what to say to his first and only love. He thought it over and finally wrote, Dear Hermione,
I don't know how to put this into words, but I like – err – love you too. I only dated Cho this year to make you jealous. It seems to have worked seeing that you told me in you letter. In our 4th to 5th year, I was a fool for not seeing how you are or how unlikable Cho is. Um, maybe we could get together sometime. I love you.
Love Always,
Harry P.S.: I miss you too!
Harry grinned at what he wrote. Even though it wasn't as long as Hermione', he still looked at it as if it was a work of art. He tied it unto Chrysalis's leg and watched her fly away. He whispered 'Hermione' in his head and began thinking how great it is to be with her.
(A/N: Um...you like? Yay! Finally found my writing book. I've got loads of fics written down there, so, bye!)
(A/N: 'Allo! How are you, Monsieur et Mademoiselle?....Er, sorry. My cousin's friends came over from France. Hmm, Oh yeah, this fic will only last for one chapter, so....um.....enjoy?)
Dearest Harry,
I just want to congratulate you on capturing Cho's heart (again). Maybe you think I'm just an ever immaculate, old soul, but to tell you the truth, I've been having, well, murderous thoughts about Cho. I sometimes think I want to kill, torture, or do something terrible to her. I really think I'm jealous of her because, well, she has you. You might think it's really crazy to fall in love with a friend, but I really do. In our second year, when I was petrified, I could still hear and feel you and Ron around me. I heard how you whispered to me that it's going to be okay, I'll get through it, and I'll live. I felt how you kissed my cheek, rubbed my hand, and constantly hug me. For the first time in my cold, mangled body, I felt warmth spread through me. It was like magic, I cherished every moment of it. In our third year, we rode on Buckbeak. While flying, I was scared, but I knew you were there. When I scream, I just hug you closer to me. I felt my bones tingling. In our fourth year, before you left, I was jealous because Fleur Delacour kissed you, so I kissed you too. So here I am, writing, probably at home by the time you read this Harry, so, I love you. I've never been loved this way, but at least I'm being loved as a friend....or more. I really do hope you write back Harry. My new owl, Chrysalis, will know where to go.
Lots of Love,
Hermione P.S.: At this very thought, If you don't love me the way I do, I really hope we'll still be friends and I hope you'll be happy with the witch you choose. Still write, though.
Harry read and reread every word of it. He decided it was time to tell her too. So, he took out a quill, a piece of parchment, and wrote: Dear Hermione, He stopped there, for he didn't know what to say to his first and only love. He thought it over and finally wrote, Dear Hermione,
I don't know how to put this into words, but I like – err – love you too. I only dated Cho this year to make you jealous. It seems to have worked seeing that you told me in you letter. In our 4th to 5th year, I was a fool for not seeing how you are or how unlikable Cho is. Um, maybe we could get together sometime. I love you.
Love Always,
Harry P.S.: I miss you too!
Harry grinned at what he wrote. Even though it wasn't as long as Hermione', he still looked at it as if it was a work of art. He tied it unto Chrysalis's leg and watched her fly away. He whispered 'Hermione' in his head and began thinking how great it is to be with her.
(A/N: Um...you like? Yay! Finally found my writing book. I've got loads of fics written down there, so, bye!)