CHAPTER ONE:
The first letter
Hermione Anne Granger lay on her bed in the girl's dormitory. She was smiling. She was laying there thinking of Ron Weasley. "Oh, Ron," she sighed and the dorm door opened. She sat up and read a magazine called Surfer Girl, not knowing it was upside down.
Ginny Weasley walked over smiling. "Hermione you are reading my magazine upside down, again!" Ginny smiled and took off her robe. "Oh, yeah, Hermione you got a letter… It dropped it to me, and it said 'for Hermione Granger,'" Ginny said handing Hermione a letter that had a pink envelope. The envelope was jetting out like something was inside it.
"Thanks," Hermione said inspecting it and looking at what was in it.
"Hopefully it isn't filibuster puss…" she whispered, remembering what had happened before when people sent her a ton of mail.
"Well, I've got to go… Practice" Ginny smiled and got her broom and ran down to Quidditch practice. She was known the chaser and Harry the seeker.
Hermione walked down to the common room holding the letter. She put it into her pocket and grabbed her cloak. She walked down to the Quidditch pitch and watched them practicing. Her eyes stayed mostly on Ron, who was doing a really good job. The golden sun beat down on her back lightening her frizzy golden brown hair.
After a while, Hermione left the pitch and walked into the school. She ran to the common room. She only had fifteen minutes to make it look like she didn't watch the whole practice! After all, Harry and Ron knew she wasn't a Quidditch fan.
She took off her cloak, put it in the dorm on her bed and then hurried down to the common room. She took off her robe and heard a crinkle. Remembering the letter, she took it out. She smelt it and noticed it didn't smell like filibuster puss.
Dear Hermione Granger,
I love you so much,
Your truthfulness to life!
And the way you can cheer me up.
I will cherish you forever.
I…really do not know how to
Explain my love.
I can only tell you this,
That love doesn't usually take me,
I am usually the jokester.
The prankster,
I really do hope you love me too!
Here is a poem I wrote for you:
I think they call it love,
When all I can think of is you,
The sparkle in your eyes lights up my day,
And I would have it no other way.
The sound of your voice
Is music to my ears,
A beautiful sound so crisp and clear
I want to tell you, but I'm more than a little shy
So the way I'm revealing this to you
May seem a little sly
And with kiss to you, I say my goodbye.
I think they call it love.
Hermione, Promise me this. You will never change yourself for me, or any other man. For, you are more beautiful than the stars can sparkle!
Hermione's heart beat really fast as she read the last line, "Someone loves me!" she thought and reached into the envelope and got out a small pink envelope. She noticed it was scented like the perfume Ron got her for Christmas the year before. The smell of roses and lilies filled her nose as she inhaled the scent of the paper. Flipping it over, she saw a red shiny heart sticker on the back sealing it. She opened the letter and looked inside. She saw a beautiful silver necklace and pulled it out. It held a locket, and there were some rose petals on the bottom of the envelope. She smiled and opened the locket up; on the outside there was an elaborate heart with a sapphire on the front surrounded by diamonds. And on the inside was a picture of herself and her friends from the fifth year during Christmas.
"Wow!" Hermione said in awe and put it on. She looked into the envelope again and found a bracelet. It was a silver chain with a rose petal and a heart charm on it. There was a note attached saying that she could put anything on her charm bracelet that she felt she needed. She put on her bracelet and smiled; she went up to the dorm and opened her trunk. She was looking for the perfume Ron had gotten her a year earlier, to see if it did indeed smell like the scent on the letter. She found the perfume in its special box, and opened it. She tried to spray a bit of it, but none came out. She turned it a tad and sprayed it again and a ton came out and went into her eyes.
Her eyes stung like crazy. "Oh bloody! Owww, Oww!" She ran to the door, dropping the perfume on her bed. Tripping over things as she went, she was headed to the girl's bathroom but tripped and instead fell down the stairs leading to the common room. She landed on someone. Hermione heard a grumble beneath her. "Who is that?" Hermione asked, her eyes closed from pain.
She heard someone gasp for air and mumble, "Ron". She rolled off of him her eyes still closed. "Hermione? What was that about? Why were you yelling? We were getting scared," Ron said getting up and noticing here eyes were closed. "Hermione, are you okay? What's with your eyes?" She felt his hand on her back and he stood her up. "Oh -err- nice perfume Hermione. Why are your eyes closed?"
"I got the perfume in my eyes!" Hermione replied, the pain even stronger than before. She put her arms around Ron's shoulders to keep herself up as he led her to a chair. He summoned a clean towel and a bowl full of fresh water. He then dabbed the towel into the water and whispered a charm on the water to make it healing.
"Here you go," He said and dabbed Hermione's eye. She squirmed a little. "Shhh, shh, shh… it's okay Hermione, its okay." He carefully cleaned Hermione's eye. "There is it better?" Ron asked a few minutes later in a caring way.
Hermione opened her eyes and smiled. "Thank you so much Ron!" Hermione said and gave Ron a hug. Her robe sleeve fell down showing the bracelet and her hair shifted so her necklace was visible. Hermione didn't notice Ron blushing as pink as the envelope.