He watched her.

he always did in between

the stacks of books piled

high around her.

He could watch her in her frustration

with her Potions essay. He could see her twirling

That errant curl between her index and middle

finger. Her brow furrowing while she fervently

looked for that certain page or passage in the

numerous tombs that surrounded her.

He knew that she was oblivious to his attentions

to her, part of him wanted to make his feeling

known but he was afraid of her reaction.

He knew of her kindness and compassionate heart

but he was Blaise Zabini, the quiet Slytherin. Friends of Draco Malfoy

and Theo Nott. She is Hermione Granger know- it- all extrodinare,

a Gryffindor. A Muggleborn. One of his many blocks in his quest

to claim her. He knew that his friends would never approve.

His other was her friends the two that completed the Golden Trio.

The protective brothers who wouldn't let another man

spare a glance and her. She of course was oblivious to the lustful stares

she received. No one except for his mother knew of his infatuation with her.

He knew the only way to vent his love and passion

for the woman he loved was to write

and he wrote to her numerous pages to her.

He wrote starting his fifth year he wanted to give them to her but with

the war, Voldemort, and his followers looming he couldn't give them to her yet.

With the right time he would give them to her. He hid them safely in a secret box that

was charmed to make sure no one found it.

He carried a small hope in his heart that he will win her over.

'One day' he thought.

And that one day would come.


So this is my first fic and it's a prequel to a story I'm writing called The Letters. I'm still in the process of writing it but I'm hoping to come out with the first chapter soon. College life is a pain so it might take longer. If I have any grammatical errors or constructive criticism would be most welcomed. No flames please!