Thanks a load for all the reviews you guys! Now, I know how I'm going to end this story, in about 5 chapters. So you know, the person who is writing the letters, knows Hermione indeed, and DOES have a secret crush on her. I'm hinting that this guy is older than her, and should be quite hot indeed in the Goblet of Fire Movie…
Ah, well, good luck guessing. Mystery Person will be revealed in Chapter 7, if he doesn't do the unexpected….
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of it's related characters, settings, etc, although I wish I did!
"Whose is it?" Hermione asked, on the edge of her chair.
"I'm sorry Hermione." Ron simply said and walked up to the boys dormitories.
Hermione and Ginny sat there dumfounded.
"Why the heck won't he tell us?" Ginny asked.
"He knows that's why…"Hermione started to say, but was looking at the letter again.
"WELL OF COURSE HE KNOWS!"
"Yes but he knows who it is, its like someone's got a secret crush on me, and he isn't telling…." Hermione was thinking.
"What if it's his handwriting?" Ginny asked.
"Gin, that's not Ron's." Hermione said, now wanting to chuck this letter into the bin.
"I just don't get why he won't tell us." Ginny said.
"He probably just doesn't know, and was bluffing. Or he recognized the handwriting, and didn't want to say anything, because he's going to ask the person about it." Hermione said, furrowing her brow.
"That just might be it." Ginny said. She looked down at her watch, now noticing that it was after 11, and that tomorrow was not a Saturday, it was a Friday.
"I'm going to head off to bed." Ginny said, going up the dormitory stairs rather fast.
Hermione sat there, for quite a while, looking deep into the fire. " 'Mione?" a small but devilishly hot voice said. Hermione turned around, and found herself face to face with Harry.
"Harry it's nearly one, what are you doing down here?" she said, now sitting down again. Harry came around her chair, and sat down across from her, on the attoman. There were no other lights on, except for the fire's glow. Hermione noticed that he wasn't all that bad looking anymore. He must have been pretty good looking in fact….
"Herm, why are you down here?" he asked.
"I'm stuck on the letter thing." She said quietly.
Harry moved over, now next to her, on the chair. "As ifVictor's not enough of a distraction?" he said, now looking glum.
"Harry!" Hermione said, now thinking.
"Never mind. But someone was just probably playing a joke on you, it's most likely rubbish indeed."
"But what if it's not…?"Hermione said, now looking into eyes, so dark, yet full of light.
"Then I'll have to teach you." Harry said, and went up the stairs. Right before he closed the door, he said "Goodnight Hermione.".
Hermione wondered what he planned on teaching her. Probably occulamency, in case her mind was being taken over….But what if it wasn't?
"So what's on the schedule for today?" Hermione asked, taking her seat next to Gin, across from Ron and Harry.
"Potions with Slytherin, Double Transfiguration, Astronomy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, double of that with Ravenclaw…nothing special." Ron said glumly, looking at some parchment in which all that was written on.
Out of nowhere an owl flew in, one that belonged to no one…one that no one had ever seen before. It dropped a letter on the table, in front of Hermione. With shaking hands, she opened it. It was another letter, from who ever it was. Once again, unsigned.
. You think I'm hacking into your mind? Oh no, never the less, I know who it is you dream about at night, and who you remain to let your thoughts be filled up by. You didn't see the prophet this morning did you? Victor is dead. Page 2 my darling.
"Oh my god." Hermione breathed. "Seamus, let me see your daily prophet for a minute." Seamus tossed it to her. She opened up to page two, and lo and behold, this letter was right. Victor was dead.
"Hermione, this letter isn't signed again!" Ginny said.
"I know Gin, but look." She said, tears in her eyes, passing her the prophet. Victor was dead, sweet Victor, he was never coming back. The funny thing? He died of natural causes, in other words, in his sleep. No one in the wizard world died of natural causes.
"Hermione, are you sure this guy's not hacking into your mind?" Ron asked.
"Ron, for the person who knows who this is, I don't get why you even care." Hermione said, and on that note, headed for Potions.
"Mate, she's really pissed at you." Harry muttered, stating the obvious.
"Look, I just said that I recognized the handwriting, I didn't say I know who it is."Ron said.
"YOU IDIOT!" Seamus said, rather too loudly.