Dear Harry,

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

I hope this letter finds you well

I can't seem to really put words to paper today

I think about you every day, obsessively, love Hermione.

Harry,

I'm working on coming home. There is a new temp here who is going to fill my place when I leave (as I have actually put in my notice), and she doesn't know much about the newspaper business. First of all, she gets terribly confused when she writes her pieces, and then she mixes them up with those of others. It's quite frustrating, but we'll sort it out in the end.

I wish I could have been at Ron's wedding. I had no idea Fleur was that into him in school, but I guess she finally came around. It's wonderful Ron finally settled down. Remember what a roamer he used to be?

Ginny sent me an owl the other day. My boss was a little flustered when Pigwidgeon flitted in and dropped her letter on my desk, but I explained it away by telling him that as a joke, some of my friends trained an owl to deliver their little messages to me, and he bought it. It was quite funny, because I also told him that they must have sent Pig to the office as a little laugh-he bought that one too!

You always told me that I'm bad at lying, but I seem to have quite a bright future down that road. (You do know I'm joking, don't you? I cannot tell a lie.)

Well, my darling, I have to go to work now, but I am planning to go to the train station in a few weeks and get on Platform 4 ½, and then I will come home to you.

I cannot stand being away from you any longer. I see now that I was entirely stupid to run away from you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Viktor can never hold a candle to the way you love me.

I love you,

Hermione