A/N: Sorry this took so long to update. Had loads of stuff to do. Had to write articles for the school newspapers and magazines, and I was just so busy. I even thought to myself I should reserve this fic for the summer, but when I read my first reviews, I was inspired to write more!

Thanks to all reviewers. Here's Chapter 4 now and it's called The Anonymous Letter

Chapter 4

The next morning, Hermione awoke to the sound of birds chirping. It was Friday, still a school day. Hermione didn't feel like getting up. She was asleep in Harry's bed, while Harry slept with Cho. (A/N: Take note... SLEPT! Not you-know-what! Duh!)

Hermione traced a finger onto her cheek. It felt scratchy, from the tears she shed the night before. Remembering what happened, she burst into tears again, and cried.

"'Hermione?"

A voice called out from outside the door. It was not Harry nor Cho, though. It was a voice she didn't know, although it seemed familiar. "Who's there?" she asked weakly.

The source of the voice paused for a while. "Professor Halliwell. You need to get up, Hermione. It's a school day."

"Come in..." Hermione said. The door opened noiselessly, and in came Halliwell, wearing a white Cover Girl 3/4 leather blazer over a purple Bossini tank top with clean white leather slacks.

"Are you okay now, Hermione?" Halliwell asked kindly, boring her honey-brown eyes to Hermione's own hazel ones. Halliwell saw that Hermione was filled with sadness, anger and confusion. She wrapped her arms around Hermione.

Hermione sniffed. "I guess so." she replied, raking her hands through her newly-tamed hair. Halliwell wiped away Hermione's tears with her hand. "Here, let me help you..."

* * *

Draco Malfoy stared at his Transfiguration textbook. All day long, he'd been thinking about Hermione. She looked so helpless when he saw her last night in the library. He pictured how she looked when she saw him. Well, she did look annoyed at his presence, but Malfoy thought of it as cute.

Malfoy's cold grey eyes gazed around the classroom and settled on Hermione. Her eyes were still puffy, and her nose was pink. She had pulled her hair in a neat ponytail. But Malfoy couldn't stop staring at Hermione's lips. They were hot pink, and glossy.

He closed his eyes as he imagined her lips pressed upon his. They would be sweet, and would taste delicious. He then imagined her whispering his name... "Malfoy..."

"Malfoy?" a stern voice so unlike he had just imagined snapped him back to reality

Malfoy jerked his eyes opened and saw Professor Mc Gonagall looking at him disapprovingly. "Malfoy, I realize that turning sea urchins into pincushions isn't as interesting as looking at the eyes of a girl, but it doesn't mean you could sleep. I might as well take points off Slytherin."

Malfoy's face blushed furiously. "I'm sorry, Professor." he said calmly. Around him, sniggers could be heard. Mc Gonagall turned around and resumed her lecture and demonstration.

* * *

Cho Chang was having her thirty-minute break at the Head Common Room. She was just alone, and sipping a frothy iced tea, one of her cravings from the Muggle World.

An owl tapped on the window sill loudly. Cho sighed, placed down her tea and let the owl in. She took the letter it held, stroked its sleek feathers and gave it a silver Sickle.

Before leaving, the owl nibbled on Cho's finger and flew away. Curious, Cho flipped the envelope to see who it was for. Mysterious enough, it was blank.

She sat on the couch again. Cho slipped an apple-green polished nail to the slit in the envelope and pried it open. Her sparkling eyes read over it slowly.

She gave out a gasp after she read the letter. She dropped the letter onto the couch, her eyes wide open as in shock.

My dear Queen,

How are you, My love? Things are getting boring in here. You haven't come to see Me in ages now. Are you still afraid on what I'll do to you? Well, you are going to be sorry for this! I will make you pay. You shall either come to see me for a week, so I can fill you with My plans to destroy Dumbledore and that Potter boy, or you shall become a sacrifice for My desperate need of blood. I badly need to kill those two guys... Dumbledore is a filthy Muggle-lover. How he became Headmaster, I do not know. That Potter boy stripped me from all my power sixteen years ago. It's your choice now, My dear Queen. If you wish to see me, then go to Three Broomsticks ALONE at the stroke of midnight on October the First. Either that or you will die. Choose wisely.

Your Beloved King...

"Oh my God! Who is this meant for?! Harry's going to die...!" Cho sobbed hysterically.

* * *

Harry hummed to himself as he made his way towards the Head Common Room. He had now thirty minutes of break time before going to DADA. Raking his hands on his jet-black hair, he walked briskly.

The first thing he noticed upon entering the room was a note placed on his desk. The note was blurred, like teardrops fell into it. He read it carefully. It said:

Dear Harry,

Please meet me in front of Dumbledore's office at a quarter to six. Need something to tell you and Dumbledore. See you soon.

Love,

Cho...

A/N: Well... another chapter done! Notice the fact that all the pronouns describing the sender of the letter were all capital letters. I did that on purpose. Guess who it is and send me a review. Result of the question will be shown in the next, or the next (2x) chapter. Next chapter will be uploaded soon. See ya!