After dinner, Hermione excused herself to the Gryffindor common room. She
needed some time alone, time to think of why the blonde-haired nemesis of
Harry Potter had written this note. She was sure that Draco had always
hated her. Draco!? Since when did she refer to Malfoy as Draco?? Would this
note be the big joke in Slytherin tonight? Did all of their house rivals
know about it? Darn it. So many questions and no-one to talk about it to.
"Hermione?" She heard Harry's voice whisper from behind her. Startled, she whipped the letter behind her bag, blushing furiously. Harry's sea-green eyes looked suspiciously into her's. Had he seen the note? she wondered.
"What?" Hermione replied, affecting a casual manner, which Harry's keen eyes saw through immediately. He looked at the arm which rested on her knee, the hand hidden, and pointed at it.
"What's in that?" He asked. Hermione's face turned a shade redder, so Harry decided he would have to find out.
"Nothing to do with you. It's my arithmancy paper." She snapped.
"Can I see?"
She shook her head quickly, then muttered a quick 'Excuse me', before dashing up the girls dorm stairs. Unknown to Hermione, Harry joined her, wearing his father's invisibility cloak. Hermione sat on her bed, reading the note over and over. The invisible Harry crept silently up behind her and peered closely at the letter. As he read, his eyes, invisible as they were, widened considerably. Written in neat, precise letters, which was like Draco Malfoy, he thought, were the words;
Hermione,
Shakespeare's immortal words line the pages of your book.
Romeo and Juliet:
Juliet ~
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy.
P.S. This doesn't mean I like you Mudbloods!!!
Suddenly Hermione started crying. Loud, unheld sobs that made her shoulders heave with emotion.
"Oh Draco! Why? Damn it damn it damn it!" Hermione threw the note on to the floor and buried her face in her pillow. Harry decided now would be an appropriate time to leave.
"Hermione?" She heard Harry's voice whisper from behind her. Startled, she whipped the letter behind her bag, blushing furiously. Harry's sea-green eyes looked suspiciously into her's. Had he seen the note? she wondered.
"What?" Hermione replied, affecting a casual manner, which Harry's keen eyes saw through immediately. He looked at the arm which rested on her knee, the hand hidden, and pointed at it.
"What's in that?" He asked. Hermione's face turned a shade redder, so Harry decided he would have to find out.
"Nothing to do with you. It's my arithmancy paper." She snapped.
"Can I see?"
She shook her head quickly, then muttered a quick 'Excuse me', before dashing up the girls dorm stairs. Unknown to Hermione, Harry joined her, wearing his father's invisibility cloak. Hermione sat on her bed, reading the note over and over. The invisible Harry crept silently up behind her and peered closely at the letter. As he read, his eyes, invisible as they were, widened considerably. Written in neat, precise letters, which was like Draco Malfoy, he thought, were the words;
Hermione,
Shakespeare's immortal words line the pages of your book.
Romeo and Juliet:
Juliet ~
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy.
P.S. This doesn't mean I like you Mudbloods!!!
Suddenly Hermione started crying. Loud, unheld sobs that made her shoulders heave with emotion.
"Oh Draco! Why? Damn it damn it damn it!" Hermione threw the note on to the floor and buried her face in her pillow. Harry decided now would be an appropriate time to leave.