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Hermione looked in astonishment at the letter she had just received. The handwriting was neat, but had a comical twirl to it, and Hermione vaguely recognised it from somewhere… she wasn't sure where, but a glance at the name scrolled at the bottom reminded her. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment.

Hey Hermione!

OK, OK, so I've never written to you before. Why not start now? I never really got chance to say goodbye to you at the end of last year and although I was at King Cross a few weeks ago when the Hogwarts Express got in, I didn't get chance to see you – although I did see you kiss Harry! What's going on… Are you guys dating? If you are, congratulations, if not, then Ronald's free! Although I'm sure you've already received hundreds of letters from him this summer already. (Hermione sighed)

Anyway I was honestly writing for a reason so I'll get down to it. I hope you haven't got your OWL results yet, otherwise this letter won't be as much fun as it's supposed to be! Anyway I just thought you might want to know that I know your OWL results, as does George, Mum, Dad, most of the wizarding world, all the Daily Prophet readers, and yes, even dear Ronnikins (I think he keeps them under his pillow wink)

Hermione was in total shock. How did they all know her OWL results, while she had no idea! Surely wasn't there some element of privacy in play?? She was so angry, her fists clenched around the letter, while she kept on reading.

Anyway, I'm sure you're fuming mad by now (Hermione snorted angrily), so I'll get down to the point. You've been named for an award Hermione! To do with your OWL results, I wish I knew what but Mum and Dad shooed me out of the kitchen, and George and I had to go back to the shop. So anyway, you'll be receiving the letter about it soon, but I wanted to tell you first. Not only will I go up in your estimation, but Ron will probably kill me, and I need some interest in my life.

Anyway, write back! Did you like my owl? He's called Tobago, sorry if he sat in your hair, I let him sit in mine and its gone to his head. I thought he might like yours, seeing as its so thick and long.

Fred Weasley

Hermione was snorting, and she smoothed her hair down. She had had it cut just a few days before, and now it was only to her shoulders and fell in tiny tendrils around her face and swirling curls down her back. It was no longer long and bushy, it was short, smooth and a mass of swirling golden brown. She'd kill Fred Weasley when she saw him! Thick and long??

Her mind went straight back to the letter. An award? She began smiling broadly. Surely this meant that she had done well, a credit to Hogwarts and, even better, a credit to all muggle borns. She re-read the passage about the Daily Prophet, cursing herself for not ordering the subscription to the Daily Prophet this year. Had there been something in it?? For once she realised how Harry had felt the year before, when he had been cut off from the wizarding world. She sighed. Hopefully, she would receive several more letters the next day, explaining more to her about her award and, with any luck, her actual results! Although, she thought sadly, it was probably impossible for her, Hermione Granger, an opinionated muggle born, to receive more than 5 letters in two days. She sighed, and grabbed some parchment to reply to Fred's letter.

Why did he write?? She couldn't understand it. He'd never shown any interest in her before, usually when she spoke to him it had been to tell him off for doing stupid tricks, seeing as it was her role as a prefect.

"However", she told herself, "I've always preferred Fred to George – hes always seemed more sensitive and real, and I like his build better..-

Hermione caught herself in time. What was she thinking? She blushed scarlet. Why was she thinking of Fred like that? He hadn't written because he liked her! He'd written for a laugh, and to put Ron's nose out of joint. She pushed all further thoughts of his laughing face out of her mind, and turned over. She'd write back in the

morning, and then she'd never think of him again!

"I like Harry remember?" She told Crookshanks, who was sleeping peacefully on her pouffle by her bed.

He just slept on, his fluffy form just a black lump in the blanket of darkness.

Hermione took one final look at her clock (4.15am), a final look at her four letters on her bedside table, and finally, feeling rather popular, fell asleep.

Little did she know, that many miles away, two guys were thinking of her, and, strangely enough, were in adjoining rooms. Both had fiery red hair, and a dreamy look on their freckly faces…

Finished chapter two! Yay! Thanks so much to my reviewers, you are all ace! Please review this chapter too, so I know how to improve!  Kato xx