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I know it's been a while since I've updated, but here I am! And you thought I had died.
That's funny. Well, I didn't!
The Many Boyfriends of Hermione Granger
As Hermione walked into the Gryffindor common room, she shook the snow out of her hair. She was nearly frozen, but for once, she didn't care. Maybe it was because there was one boy who seemed to really like her and that she really liked him. A lot. She shivered with excitement. This was something that she would have to look into further.
"Where've you been?" Ron snapped.
"None of your business, Ron," she retorted. "You don't seem to care about me, so why do you care where I've been?"
Ron looked down. To the floor, he said, "You got an owl while you were gone.""
"I did?" she asked.
"Yeah. The owl seemed rushed, so Harry took the letter and I gave it some owl treats," he replied.
"You didn't read it, did you?" Hermione asked suspicioulsy.
"I may be angry with you, but I would never ever read your private mail," he said.
Hermione smiled slightly. "Where is the letter?" she asked quietly.
"Over there." He gestured to the end table next to a chair piled with books and homework.
Hermione walked over to the table and picked up the letter. She didn't recognise the handwriting, but something about it was familiar. Like she had seen it somewhere before.
Slowly, she opened the parchment. It was very expensive and fine parchment. It must have cost a fortune. The script on it was just as elegant, but obvioulsy male.
It read:
Dear Hermione,
I wish to speak to with you so much, but I know we could never do that for fear of what would be said. You would never think of me as I think of you. I know that, but I can't help writing to you, even if you never answer.
If I had my way, I would sweep you into my arms and kiss you. But, alas, I can't. I would be betraying one of my good friends, which I could not bear to do. I do not wish to betray my friends, though I may wish to.
I do hope you will give me the benefit of the doubt and write me. I may not be tall, dark, and handsome like Viktor Krum, but I am not bad looking. Give me a chance to at least talk to you. Whether through letters or words.
Love,
One who is hopelessly in love with you
Not again, Hermione thought and then she remembered where she had seen that handwriting before. It had been on the previous love letter she had received. She shook her head. Things were just getting too weird.
"What does it say?" Ron asked, startling her.
"Nothing," she replied and climbed the stairs to the girl's dormitories. She grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. Dipping it in an ink bottle, she wrote these words:
Dear Anonymus,
Who are you? How do you know about Viktor Krum? Is he your friend? What do you know about me?
Sincerely,
Hermione
She put her quill away, gave the letter to an owl that was settled nearby, and went to sleep.
I wonder who this boy is that loves Hermione. Any takers? Anyone know? Or have a guess? Review and tell me!
LASOC (LADY ALANNA SALMALIN OF CONTE)
I know it's been a while since I've updated, but here I am! And you thought I had died.
That's funny. Well, I didn't!
The Many Boyfriends of Hermione Granger
As Hermione walked into the Gryffindor common room, she shook the snow out of her hair. She was nearly frozen, but for once, she didn't care. Maybe it was because there was one boy who seemed to really like her and that she really liked him. A lot. She shivered with excitement. This was something that she would have to look into further.
"Where've you been?" Ron snapped.
"None of your business, Ron," she retorted. "You don't seem to care about me, so why do you care where I've been?"
Ron looked down. To the floor, he said, "You got an owl while you were gone.""
"I did?" she asked.
"Yeah. The owl seemed rushed, so Harry took the letter and I gave it some owl treats," he replied.
"You didn't read it, did you?" Hermione asked suspicioulsy.
"I may be angry with you, but I would never ever read your private mail," he said.
Hermione smiled slightly. "Where is the letter?" she asked quietly.
"Over there." He gestured to the end table next to a chair piled with books and homework.
Hermione walked over to the table and picked up the letter. She didn't recognise the handwriting, but something about it was familiar. Like she had seen it somewhere before.
Slowly, she opened the parchment. It was very expensive and fine parchment. It must have cost a fortune. The script on it was just as elegant, but obvioulsy male.
It read:
Dear Hermione,
I wish to speak to with you so much, but I know we could never do that for fear of what would be said. You would never think of me as I think of you. I know that, but I can't help writing to you, even if you never answer.
If I had my way, I would sweep you into my arms and kiss you. But, alas, I can't. I would be betraying one of my good friends, which I could not bear to do. I do not wish to betray my friends, though I may wish to.
I do hope you will give me the benefit of the doubt and write me. I may not be tall, dark, and handsome like Viktor Krum, but I am not bad looking. Give me a chance to at least talk to you. Whether through letters or words.
Love,
One who is hopelessly in love with you
Not again, Hermione thought and then she remembered where she had seen that handwriting before. It had been on the previous love letter she had received. She shook her head. Things were just getting too weird.
"What does it say?" Ron asked, startling her.
"Nothing," she replied and climbed the stairs to the girl's dormitories. She grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. Dipping it in an ink bottle, she wrote these words:
Dear Anonymus,
Who are you? How do you know about Viktor Krum? Is he your friend? What do you know about me?
Sincerely,
Hermione
She put her quill away, gave the letter to an owl that was settled nearby, and went to sleep.
I wonder who this boy is that loves Hermione. Any takers? Anyone know? Or have a guess? Review and tell me!
LASOC (LADY ALANNA SALMALIN OF CONTE)