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'Phew!" Hermione thought, "Professor Slughorn seemed like he was going to faint when Harry did the love potion. Urgh! Harry should stop using that book and take better care of it, Snape risked his life for us so that we could live on in a better world that had no Voldemort and though there are still people out there who believe Voldemort was right we can live in peace."

Hermione walked to the Griffyndor common room deep in thought about Snape and how the world would have been if it had not been for Severus Snape and what Harry meant when he had told Hermione that he will respect Snape and always remember what he had done for him and all that could live on. Reaching the painting, Hermione muttered, "Dumbledore's blessing."

Hermione walked slowly to her bed and flopped herself on, looking up at the ceiling as if the ceiling could give her some advice or even reassure her. She, Harry and Ron had lost many people so that they could survive and take down Voldemort once and for all, they had been considered heroes, written about in books but what had the people who laid down their lives got? Well, Dumbledore and Snape were written about and known everywhere but the others like Tonks' father and her dear friend Sirius Black were not even mentioned about anywhere, such people were meant to be known by the whole wizarding world like how 8 years ago people knew Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Hermione closed her eyes to processed all this information, she still had nightmares that those she lost are crying and are all in despair, she opened her eyes, expecting to see the golden ceiling with gold jewels stuck on it making it look like heaven but instead she saw Lavender Brown's face, all close up.

"Aaaaaaahh!" screamed Hermione, she didn't realise that it was just Lavender and grabbed a book, from the sprawled corner of the bed, and whacked it onto the top of Lavender's head. "Leave me alone! I didn't do anything this time!"

"Ouch! Hermione Granger you don't whack people with books!" shouted Lavender, hands to her hair, clearly trying to see if her hair was messed up because she didn't want to look ugly in front of Dean Thomas.

"I thought you were some kind of kidnapper or murderer, no one with the right mind would show their faces to someone like THAT," Hermione said, trying hard to defend herself and explain how her actions weren't as bad as she thinks.

"Hermione Jean Granger, do you really think after Voldemort is gone that there is any chance of someone trying to kidnap you, of all people, when there are people around, when the school's protection has been increased and when it is not even midnight yet?" Ginny snapped clearly worried about Lavender's head, hands on her hips she shook her head as Hermione opened and closed her mouth, trying to argue when no words are coming out, and mumbled," Yet you are the one who is the smartest in class."

"Hey!" Hermione started but was cut by Parvati Patil who had just entered to room.

"Hermione, we have decided to help you write a love letter to a guy for your first time," Parvati said excitedly.

"Hermione is finally growing up," said Lavender. Ginny sighed with both hands at her chest and pretended to wipe a motherly tear from her eye. Hermione nudged them both in the ribs and was quite very annoyed at her friends. She rolled her sleeves up and with a deep breath said, "Let's start!"

"Parvati, how would you write a love letter?" asked Ginny so that Hermione can gather some ideas about how to write a love letter. Hermione reached under her pillow and took out a notebook and a quill she had been given as a present from Molly Weasley on her birthday, Lavender merely raised an eyebrow at this action and shook her head in disappointment.

"W-well," Parvati stammered with a blush creeping on her cheeks, after being asked that question unexpectedly by Ginny Weasley, who had asked it rather casually as if they were discussing which colour dress would look good on her," I would probably write a small but sweet poem from a poet like N.M An-"

"Nah! That's a bit too boring for my taste to be honest," Ginny interrupted Parvati, she turned to face Lavender, " What about you, Lavender?" Lavender started fidgeting with her school skirt and had turned to a light shade of pink when she spoke.

"I would p-probably write what a great person he is," mumbled Lavender self-consciously and when she saw Parvati and Ginny nod at her in agreement she gained confidence and carried on talking, "And then after he accepts my feelings, which will obviously will happen, I will make him homemade lunch and then I would-"

Ginny Weasley looked at Lavender as she continued to ramble on and on about how she would be when that happens. She smacked her forehead as if cursing herself for forgetting that Lavender was quite enthusiastic about love, and said, "I forgot Lavender's hype about love."

Hermione laughed awkwardly. Well, this is not going to help her at all, so she snatched a clean parchment of which Hedwig did not mess up when Hermione and Harry and Ron left in the middle of the night to meet Hagrid and started writing a love letter with her three friends watching her in amazement. 'What?' she thought, 'I am a mischief maker and get in trouble because of Harry and Ron but I keep all my promises and my word!' She tried to muster up all her bravery and started writing:

Hello,
You might be surprised when you find this letter in your locker, trust me if I was in your shoes, I would be too. But I have to tell you something very important that I can't hide any longer, I have been admiring you ever since we have met. I know what makes you smile, I know what you like so here I am writing a love letter to you. To be honest with you, this is my first time writing a love letter to anyone. Hahaha. I hope this is not a complete failure and please remember that I will not keep my hopes high, thinking you will return my feelings, because I know you won't return my feelings. But thank you for taking your time to read my letter to you, knowing that alone is enough for me!
Love,
Your secret admirer

"Done!" Hermione placed the quill on the bedside desk and had the parchment snatched off of her by Ginny, who had narrowed her eyes as if she was scanning the parchment, Prvati and Lavender leaned over her shoulders to read the letter, the exchanged surprised glances to one another.

"This is..." Lavender started.

"...actually..." Parvati continued.

"Well, it is quite nice, I guess," concluded Ginny but started to speak again when she took the quill, "But..."

Ginny scribbled something on at the end and took out a fancy white envelope from her drawer and slipped the letter inside, after sealing the letter Ginny gave Hermione an innocent smile.

"What did you write on it, Ginny Weasley?" demanded Hermione, suddenly alert, she was going to tear the letter open.

"Hem, hem." Ginny said in her best Umbridge voice, "What is the fun in the dare if it is that simple?"

'Oh, right!' Hermione thought, mentally slapping herself, ' This is all just a dare. Nothing bad will come out of this. Will it?'