Hermione snatched the letter from Ron and shoved it in her bag. "I don't
know." She snapped irritably. She finished gathering her things and
hoisted her bag to her shoulder. "Come on." She hated that Draco Malfoy
could still ruffle her so much with just a simple childish act even though
they were seventeen.
She had Defense Against the Dark Arts next. With the perpetually infantile blond Slytherin, much to her dismay. She arrived in the classroom early and opened the letter to read it.
Dearest Hermione, I have watched you every since the first day I saw you... that first train ride to Hogwart's. I have seen your intelligence in your grades but more so in the sharp wit you show in battles of wits with just about anyone. I have seen how beautiful you are with every smile and every tear. You take my breath away, Hermione. That will never change.
I know I am not the only one who finds you so attractive and exhilarating and wise. Boys are always you looking for ways to spend time with you. And I do not mean Potter and Weasley. They cannot seem to see the beauty that is right in front of them.
I wish that you could see yourself the way that I do... you are about near as perfect as is tolerable. More than tolerable...
With love and dreams, A shadow.
Hermione felt tears in her eyes. She had never thought herself as being attractive... she knew she was clever but witty? She could tell from the essence of the note that the 'near perfect as is tolerable' was to make her chuckle and was a compliment. She folded the parchment quickly and stuffed it in her robes before wiping her eyes to ensure the tears there didn't get a chance to spill. Who in the world would see her like that? Harry and Ron just saw another friend, a third wheel if anything... Draco – not that his opinion mattered – saw a filthy pathetic little mudblood... everyone else just saw a girl who memorized textbooks for fun and could help them with their homework.
She glanced around the quickly filling classroom and moved to the professor's desk. "Excuse me, professor. I'm suddenly not feeling very well. Could I please go lay down?"
As a favoured and top-marking student, permission for delay on the test was granted and Hermione fled from the classroom.
She had Defense Against the Dark Arts next. With the perpetually infantile blond Slytherin, much to her dismay. She arrived in the classroom early and opened the letter to read it.
Dearest Hermione, I have watched you every since the first day I saw you... that first train ride to Hogwart's. I have seen your intelligence in your grades but more so in the sharp wit you show in battles of wits with just about anyone. I have seen how beautiful you are with every smile and every tear. You take my breath away, Hermione. That will never change.
I know I am not the only one who finds you so attractive and exhilarating and wise. Boys are always you looking for ways to spend time with you. And I do not mean Potter and Weasley. They cannot seem to see the beauty that is right in front of them.
I wish that you could see yourself the way that I do... you are about near as perfect as is tolerable. More than tolerable...
With love and dreams, A shadow.
Hermione felt tears in her eyes. She had never thought herself as being attractive... she knew she was clever but witty? She could tell from the essence of the note that the 'near perfect as is tolerable' was to make her chuckle and was a compliment. She folded the parchment quickly and stuffed it in her robes before wiping her eyes to ensure the tears there didn't get a chance to spill. Who in the world would see her like that? Harry and Ron just saw another friend, a third wheel if anything... Draco – not that his opinion mattered – saw a filthy pathetic little mudblood... everyone else just saw a girl who memorized textbooks for fun and could help them with their homework.
She glanced around the quickly filling classroom and moved to the professor's desk. "Excuse me, professor. I'm suddenly not feeling very well. Could I please go lay down?"
As a favoured and top-marking student, permission for delay on the test was granted and Hermione fled from the classroom.