A/N: 13 reviews? wow, thank you guys. Usually when I start out a story I only get a couple of reviews. That is beyond flattering. Especially since I wrote it yesterday.

So far, the people with the most votes are Fred/George or Draco Malfoy, although I've gotten requests for everyone from Voldemort to Lupin. I think I know who I'll make it but I'm not completely sure. Either way I would just keep you in the dark, you know, for the fun of it. ; )

Yours

Hermione woke to an owl pecking at her window. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was the same owl who had delivered the letter yesterday. All grogginess that she had felt moments ago faded and she sprang up from her bed to let the creature in.

The owl hooted happily, obviously hoping for another treat. Hermione untied the letter and rewarded the owl. For the second time, she asked him to stay and to wait for a reply.

Hermione tore open the letter as quickly as she could while still being careful.

Hermione,

I didn't expect you to reply. It made my day though, well, more like it made my summer. And yes, I do expect you to address me by 'Yours'. If I gave a nickname or something else to call me it might give you a clue to who I am, and we can't have that. So, at least for now, I am Yours.

As for finding out who I am, I don't think that that is a problem we have to worry about. I plan on doing what ever I can to make sure that my identity remains a secret. You really don't want to know who I am, and I mean that with all the sincerity that I have.

Why was dinner with your parents exhausting? I expect that you would be happy to see them after being away from them so long. But I guess I can understand. I had to go out to lunch with my father. He's very hung up on mu- never mind. We'll just say that he's very opinionated and it can get very tiring.

I'll be missing you,

Yours

Hermione frowned, thinking. Who could he be? Hermione mentally went through all the possibilities in her head. So far, she could not come up with anyone.

Deciding to simply write the letter, Hermione took out parchment and a quill and sat down.

Yours (I still feel stupid calling you that)

Glad I made your day. I don't want to know? I think you should just tell me and we'll let me be the judge of that. I'm going mental trying to figure who you are.

Dinner with my parents was exhausting because I had to act completely happy when I'm worried. I haven't told my parents about how extreme the war is. They don't know that Dumbledore is de- gone, they don't know that I'm so involved and they have no idea that Voldemort is becoming so powerful. And I have to admit, I don't know if shielding them was the right choice.

But that subject is too depressing, I want to know who you are. How about we do a twenty questions sort of game? We'll switch off asking questions about the other person. How does that sound?

Have a good morning,

Hermione

Hermione sent the letter off with the owl and headed downstairs for breakfast. The rest of the day was spent catching up with her muggle friends. Before she learned she was a witch, she didn't have many friends. All of the ones she had though, she was extremely close to. It was the same at Hogwarts. There were some people who had become her second family, but she was not that close with anyone else, just friendly.

Hermione got home after a day of hanging out at the beach with her muggle best friend, Linda to find that there was an owl flying around the room. Her mother was screaming and hiding behind a chair while her father was attempting to swat it with a broom.

Hermione immediately rushed over and stopped her father's wild swings. She then addressed both her parents and told them to calm down. "The owl won't harm you," she told them. "It's just delivering a letter."

It had not convinced her parents though. For the next ten minutes, Hermione had to explain how the postal system worked and how the owls had been magically trained to know where anyone lives and to carry mail.

After a lot of convincing, her parents calmed down and she took the letter upstairs trying to refrain from rolling her eyes at their antics.

Dear Hermione,

I think it's a good thing that I'm providing your life with some excitement. Otherwise it would be too far from saving the world as you tend to do. I'm giving you some mystery and adventure in your life. Or, at least I like to think so.

Twenty questions? Alright, I guess that I can do that. I have to warn you though, I'll answer most questions but not ones that are closely related to my identity. Sound fair? ... well, it better, cause that's all you're going to get from me. Unless you manage to change my mind.

That has got to suck with your parents. You shouldn't worry too much about them. If I were you, I would use the muggle world as a place to recoup and rest. Take a break from Voldemort and the war and enjoy the summer. You're lucky you were raised as a muggle, I know I wish I was. You get all the benefits and knowledge of both worlds and you get a hide out from whichever one you want. Lucky you.

We'll talk, or write, later.

With love,

Yours

Hermione smiled and wrote her letter. She sent the owl off with it, anxiously awaiting the morning where she knew there would be a reply and an answer to all her questions. Or at least, all of the ones she could fit on a single piece of parchment.

Hermione fell asleep with dreams of masked men surrounding her. They were playing a game of tag. She could reach out to them, only to find that they had disappeared and she was reaching for no one. Hermione did not even know who she was reaching for.

A/N: The suspense continues. Well, I like to think that it's suspenseful. What did you guys think. I'll probably - hopefully - update soon. The more reviews I get, the faster I will (hint hint)

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