Disclaimer: I own nothing and all the rest of it.

I am marking this as complete cause I don't know if or when I'll write any more, but I do have plans for more. It was written pretty quickly and I haven't gone through it, so sorry for any typos.

LETTERS

Dearest Hermione,

As I'm writing this letter, I'm watching you across the common room. You're sitting with Harry and Ron talking about something or other. I can't hear you. It wouldn't surprise me if you were having an argument with him about homework. Now he's waving his hands all over the place and yelling. You know, yelling so loud that no one can actually understand what he's saying. I hear you tell him to quieten down. I hope he does cause I don't want you to leave the room. I really hate it when he's the cause of an argument and you're forced to leave the room. I always want to follow you but my friends would ask me what I was doing, so I never do.

My friends... Oh, they're talking about boys again. I think it's all they ever do. Which boy they think the cutest is, and which house said boy is in. And Harry. They're always bringing Harry up. I'm not sure why. I think it might be to bring me into the conversation cause I always seem to zone out when they start talking about them. It never lasts very long, I'll say a few words and go back to daydreaming. I dunno what they're thinking about me but they never ask, so it's fine by me. I guess I pay enough attention to them to not draw their attention.

You and Ron have stopped your argument but by the way he's looking at you he's not real happy. You've taken your favourite armchair by the fire, the only problem with this, is that where I normally sit, is behind that chair and I can't see your face. All I can see is the firelight shining off your hair. This, in itself though, causes me to stare at you.

I had a reason for writing this letter, and now as I am doing it, with my friends all around me talking about boys, I'm finding it very hard to do so. You've just left the room to go up to your dormitory, but as you left, you caught my eye and held it.

I don't know what it means. My stomach is doing flip-flops inside me, but I guess it's a kind of wishful thinking. At least it has propelled me into writing down what I need to. I can't stand this any longer, and while you will never read this, I need to "tell" you.

I am constantly looking at you across the room. I know every time you've stepped foot into one, and I scan it every time I do. I always want to see you, look at you. I always want to talk to you, but I never know what about. On those rare occasions that you sit near me at the Gryffindor table and talk to me, I freeze and mumble my words. I feel like such an idiot, but everyone always seems to puts it down to Harry being there. I guess it helps me out, but sometimes I just wanna yell and scream that I don't want to be with Harry. Though, other than being too shy to do that, it serves my purpose to keep up that charade.

Don't get the impression that I'm not confused because I am. I thought I loved Harry. I thought he was everything I wanted. I thought that it was he I was looking for when I scanned a room. I thought it was he I wanted to talk to and look at. It wasn't until I realised that when he was in the room I was still looking around, and when he was talking to me alone, I wasn't shy.

I am really confused. I never wanted this. I never meant to fall for you. I never meant to fall for a girl but I have now, and I don't know what to do about it besides write this letter. I hope you never read this, for I couldn't bear it if you hated me.

Hermione made a small gasp as she dropped the letter to her bed.