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Hermione laid on her bed listening to her IPod. The volume was turned up so loud she almost didn't hear the tapping on her window. She turned to see two owls waiting to be let in. One owl is a brown barn owl, while the other is a black owl with red in the feathers when the sunlight hits them.

Letting the owls in, she gave them both treats before one flew out the window. The other owl sat perched on her bedpost waiting for a response. The first letter she knew was her Hogwarts Letter and decided to open that one first. She gave the owl another treat before she opened her Hogwarts Letter.

Tearing open the letter she screamed in excitement when she read that she had been made Head Girl. Hermione bent down to pick up her new badge that had fallen on the floor. She was about to run downstairs to tell her parents the good news, but was suddenly crestfallen when she remembered that Charlie still had not found her parents.

Frowning, she took the other letter from the owl. There was no seal on the envelope. Slowly she opened the letter. At first she was confused as there was no writing on the parchment. Taking out her wand she says "Reveal your secrets". She frowns more when she realizes that there is no name attached to the letter.

Scarlet,

I've been thinking about you lately. I watch the sunrise and sunset everyday hoping that I will be able to see the beauty that I see in you, only to be disappointed in not finding it there. I have been to the Seven Wonders of the World, but nothing takes my breath away quicker than hearing your laughter.

I wish that I could call you mine; however the fates have not been so kind. I have never been able to gather the courage to fight for what should be. I wish that I had the Gryffindor courage to tell you in person how I truly feel about you.

Someday, I hope I will have you on my arm.

Stay Beautiful.

Love,

Your Hemingway

Hermione reread the letter several times, her breath catching every time. Walking over to her desk she pulls out parchment and ink.

Hemingway,

I will not ask you who you are, as I'm gathering it would be pointless. Your words were beautiful and they took my breath away. May I ask as to what brought on this courage to tell what you feel?

Please tell me about yourself. What are your likes and dislikes? What is your favorite band? What house are you in?

Sincerely,

Scarlet

P.S. What is your owl's name? She is beautiful.

Once Hermione is done with the letter, she ties it onto the owl that hoots and flies away.

Smiling she sits on the bed rereading the letter. Whoever this was definitely had a way with words. Trying to narrow it down she looked at the neat handwriting. It was not Ron's handwriting and it was not Harry's as they both had messy handwriting.

It's not Victor, Dean, Neville, or Cormack. Though she remembered Cedric had nice handwriting. Oh and also Marcus from Ravenclaw.

Looking down at Crookshanks, "I wonder who this could be Crookshanks." The cat just rubbed against her leg and let out a long purr. "Ok I get it, you want food right?" He just ran out the door and down to the kitchen waiting for his lunch.

Hermione laughed, read the letter just one more time and went downstairs to give Crooks something for lunch. "Maybe I'll read a book outside. It's a beautiful day." With that she heads outside with a blanket and a book after feeding the cat.

The Manor

"Yes Mother. I know I need to be careful." Draco sighed for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day. His mother has caught him in his room drawing again. Ever since third year he had sketched the same face over and over. His mother first found out about his crush when he left a drawing of her laying on his bed while he was in the shower.

"Draco I don't understand why you've so careless. You told me that you were over this and that she meant nothing. If your father finds out about this, I shudder to think what he would do. You are supposed to be announcing your engagement to Pansy next week. Why are you torturing yourself with this son?" Narcissa sat on her son's bed and watched as he paced up and down thankful that her husband was away on business. She picked up the nearest drawing and sighed. This was not a drawing made by some stranger, this was that of a lover's hand.

"I don't know Mom. I can't stop thinking of her. I see her in the halls and I hear her laughter and it's like I come alive again. I keep up my front, but I don't know how much longer I can Mom. She is all I want. As for Pansy, you know I can't stand her. She is so annoying and clingy. I hate that she drapes all over me and calls me 'Drakey-poo'." He shudders and then sits next to his mother looking at the drawing. "I drew that yesterday." He smiles. "She fell asleep outside. The sun's rays just bounced off her hair." Sighing he laid down again.

Watching her son she smiles sadly. The boy was so in love with this girl and he had yet to realize it. Personally she could look over the girls blood line, but Lucius. Lucius was a completely different story. While he has kept his mouth shut about blood purity in public, he still drills it into Draco's head as often as possible. And Draco was correct on that Parkinson girl. She is a disgrace to purebloods.

"Honey, have you thought of maybe trying to talk to her? Telling her how you feel? Maybe show her a drawing? I know you two don't have the best relationship but you have changed so much since the war. Why not let her get to know the real you? I can talk to your father about stalling the engagement. Besides, you're going back to Hogwarts as Head Boy, if she goes back, then you can get even closer. We can just tell your father that you want to focus on NEWTS right now and you feel the announcement would take away from your studies."

Smiling Draco suddenly got up and went over to his desk pulling out parchment, a quill and ink. He started to write the letter smiling as he went along. When he got to the end he frowned. "What was that name?" He sat there for a moment thinking before smiling and signing the letter.