Juliet's Secretaries
Before are regularly scheduled program the author has a few words that she would like to say.
A/n : hey guys can u review the only way writers improve their stories is with feedback.
This right now I know is very Harry/Hermione but within the next chapter or so it will be more Draco/Hermione friendly.
To those who have read and love this so far enjoy the new chapter.
And Finally I do not own Letters to Juliet or Harry Potter. If I owned Harry Potter I would have planned Hermione and Draco from the get go.
If you have ever watched Letters to Juliet I know that the names of Juliet's secretaries are incorrect I did that on purpose
In this story Draco and Hermione have not seen each other in ten years and have completely forgotten each other because of an incident back in seventh year that will be explained later on in the story. There are only four people that know what happened .
Thank you now on with the story!
Sitting here in Juliet's courtyard is almost surreal. I feel like I am almost transported back into the book. All around me I hear several languages being spoken some that I don't even understand. Besides being able English I also speak French and Italian. So as time goes by the number of people dwindle. So much that I notice one by one they went and put what appeared to be a letter on the wall. To the point that it was almost covered. It wasn't until that I came up from writing this that I noticed that there was a young Italian woman with a basket taking and putting the letters inside it.
I couldn't help but wonder why she was doing this or what possessed me to do what I did after she left. Once she walked out of the courtyard and I got up and followed her. She was headed to what looked like the office of Juliet if my translation was correct. I walked into the building and into the office right as I knocked. "Excuse, Para le English?" I asked. "Ah, Grazie. Take this basket and ehh dig in." The long haired burnet said. "I'm sorry I think you have me confused with someone else." I said. "Are you not the translator from the embassy I've been waiting three weeks." The burnet said. "No, I'm sorry I followed you. You took the letters and I wondered why." I said. I noticed that she was looking at my notebook.
"Ah, you're a writer. Come I show you." She said ushering me over to the window. "I'm not a writer yet. But someday I will be." I said following the young woman over to the window to see what she had to show me."They come from all over the world every day. I am Corletta. And these other wonderful ladies are Marguerite, Sandra and of course Maria. " Corletta said indicating each woman as her name was said. "It's very nice to meet you all. You are all Juliet?" I said. "We are her secretaries. We answer all the letters that have return addresses on them. But everyone has their own speciallity. Sandra has been married 51 years to the same man. She handles husband problems." Corletta said. "Men are like wine they take a long time to mature." Sandra said with a heavy Italian accent. "Marguerite is a nurse she handles death and loss. And Maria." Corletta sighed. "Why do you always say my name like that?" Maria asked. "Maria has ten children, twenty grandchildren and thirty great grandchildren. She writes whatever she likes."Corletta said. "What about you what do you write?" I asked. "Corletta writes back to the ones that you can barely read." Marguerite said. "From heartbreaks to lovers quarrels someone has to do it.
"I'm Hermione Granger. But isn't taking their letters like taking coins from a wishing well?" I asked. "How else can we answer them? Maria asked with a heavy Italian accent. "Hermione why don't you come help us tomorrow. We could use the help with the English ones." The ladies said together. " I would love to." I said. "Hermione would you like to stay for dinner?" Corletta asked with eyes so full of hope. "I would love to but I can't I must return to Harry, my fiancé." I said sadly. "Oh, grazie! Congratulations!" The ladies exclaimed. "We'll see you in the morning Hermione." Coretta's mom said handing me a bag that had something in it.