Ch. 2 The Letter from No One
A few days later, Harry and Ron returned from breakfast to find Hermione with a parchment in her hand and her cheeks rosier than her Gryffindor scarf.
"Why didn't we see you at breakfast Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Oh," said Hermione, looking up from her parchment, "hi Harry, Ron. The weather is lovely, thanks for asking."
"Um, okay Hermione. Well, I have to get ready for quidditch practice. See you two in a bit," said Harry as he walked up to the boy's dormitory.
"Are you alright?" Ron questioned. "That's not even what he asked! You must be ill. Someone get Madame Pomfrey, Hermione didn't answer a question right! I feel faint." Ron pretended to swoon in a chair, and then realized that Hermione had no comment.
"Well.," said Ron.
"Well, what?" Hermione responded. "It's such a beautiful day; I think I'll go for a stroll."
"What's that in your hand?" Ron asked, staring at the parchment.
"Um, oh, this? Oh, it's, um, nothing," Hermione stammered and tried to stuff the parchment in her robes.
"What is it, Hermione? Let me see. Come on, what is it?"
And with that Ron began chasing her around the common room until Hermione accidentally ran into Neville who was coming down from the dormitory.
"Oh, I'm sorry Neville. Ron is just being an immature prat that has to know everything," said Hermione, giving Ron an evil glare.
"O-oh. That's o-okay Hermione. I, um, well, um, see you." And Neville scurried out of the common room.
"What's his problem?" Asked Ron, as he started chasing Hermione again.
"Honestly Ron, my parchments are none of your business!" Said Hermione.
"Well it can't be grades," said Ron, not listening, "or else you'd have posted in the Daily Prophet by now. Maybe it's a new essay assignment! Or, better yet, a project! That's it! What else would she get THAT excited about?"
But Hermione didn't even seem to be listening. She just pulled the letter out and began reading it again, with a grin growing larger and larger as she continued. Ron slowly sneaked up behind her and then.
"Got it!" Ron screamed as he grabbed the parchment and ran up to the boy's dormitory where he knew Hermione wouldn't dare follow.
"Hey Harry, look what I stole from Hermione!" Said Ron as he waived the parchment at Harry and began to sit on his bed.
"What is it?" Asked Harry, who was polishing his broom.
"That, my friend, is what we are about to find out." Said Ron. Ron cleared his throat and opened up the parchment.
"Okay, here goes. 'My dearest Hermione, I love the way your hair blows in the wind. Your eyes are like soft pools of cinnamon.' bloody Hell, Harry! This is a love letter!"
"From who?" Said Harry, who was now looking interested.
"Stop interrupting and let me finish. Okay where was I? Oh yeah, 'your eyes are like soft pools of cinnamon that twinkle in the warm sun. Your smile brightens my day and your tears fill my heart with a sadness I hoped to never know. As long as you never stop smiling, the world, no matter how bad it may seem, will be all right. Love always, your secret admirer.' Can you believe that! Hermione's got herself ano-, I mean, a secret admirer!"
A few days later, Harry and Ron returned from breakfast to find Hermione with a parchment in her hand and her cheeks rosier than her Gryffindor scarf.
"Why didn't we see you at breakfast Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Oh," said Hermione, looking up from her parchment, "hi Harry, Ron. The weather is lovely, thanks for asking."
"Um, okay Hermione. Well, I have to get ready for quidditch practice. See you two in a bit," said Harry as he walked up to the boy's dormitory.
"Are you alright?" Ron questioned. "That's not even what he asked! You must be ill. Someone get Madame Pomfrey, Hermione didn't answer a question right! I feel faint." Ron pretended to swoon in a chair, and then realized that Hermione had no comment.
"Well.," said Ron.
"Well, what?" Hermione responded. "It's such a beautiful day; I think I'll go for a stroll."
"What's that in your hand?" Ron asked, staring at the parchment.
"Um, oh, this? Oh, it's, um, nothing," Hermione stammered and tried to stuff the parchment in her robes.
"What is it, Hermione? Let me see. Come on, what is it?"
And with that Ron began chasing her around the common room until Hermione accidentally ran into Neville who was coming down from the dormitory.
"Oh, I'm sorry Neville. Ron is just being an immature prat that has to know everything," said Hermione, giving Ron an evil glare.
"O-oh. That's o-okay Hermione. I, um, well, um, see you." And Neville scurried out of the common room.
"What's his problem?" Asked Ron, as he started chasing Hermione again.
"Honestly Ron, my parchments are none of your business!" Said Hermione.
"Well it can't be grades," said Ron, not listening, "or else you'd have posted in the Daily Prophet by now. Maybe it's a new essay assignment! Or, better yet, a project! That's it! What else would she get THAT excited about?"
But Hermione didn't even seem to be listening. She just pulled the letter out and began reading it again, with a grin growing larger and larger as she continued. Ron slowly sneaked up behind her and then.
"Got it!" Ron screamed as he grabbed the parchment and ran up to the boy's dormitory where he knew Hermione wouldn't dare follow.
"Hey Harry, look what I stole from Hermione!" Said Ron as he waived the parchment at Harry and began to sit on his bed.
"What is it?" Asked Harry, who was polishing his broom.
"That, my friend, is what we are about to find out." Said Ron. Ron cleared his throat and opened up the parchment.
"Okay, here goes. 'My dearest Hermione, I love the way your hair blows in the wind. Your eyes are like soft pools of cinnamon.' bloody Hell, Harry! This is a love letter!"
"From who?" Said Harry, who was now looking interested.
"Stop interrupting and let me finish. Okay where was I? Oh yeah, 'your eyes are like soft pools of cinnamon that twinkle in the warm sun. Your smile brightens my day and your tears fill my heart with a sadness I hoped to never know. As long as you never stop smiling, the world, no matter how bad it may seem, will be all right. Love always, your secret admirer.' Can you believe that! Hermione's got herself ano-, I mean, a secret admirer!"