Understanding It All
It had been months and Hermione and Harry were still keeping in touch with each other. Hermione was starting to feel a special bond between Harry and her and she wasn't sure if she was supposed to feel this way. In their letters they had talked about work, possible love flings, and just their life in general. Several times they had planned to meet each other but it always fell through either because Hermione was backed up on her grading or Harry got called in for an emergency at work. Even their fire "date" got canceled because of Harry's job and they just never had time to reschedule it.
It was the end of February and Hermione was sitting in her office late at night because of a student detention. The student was a Gryffindor named Mark Weasley. He was no doubt just like his father, George Weasley. Hermione noticed that they were pretty close to identical and Mark definitely had the same behaviors as his father and uncle. Mark had gotten a detention from Hermione because he was never paying attention and always doodling something in his notebook. Hermione suspected that it was some sort of invention or something relatively similar to what Fred and George used to/still do. She had also caught him putting invisible jello on her classroom floor so that everyone would wither slip and fall or get stuck. They only had 10 more minutes and then she could let Mark Weasley leave so she could continue on with her own work.
When the time was up Hermione said, "Mark, you may go now."
"Finally!" Mark leaped from the desk.
As Mark was packing up his bag, Hermione heard a tap on her window. She turned and it was what she had expected. Hedwig was waiting by the window. She ran over to the window and let her in.
"Yes! He finally wrote back!" Hermione said because it had been at least two weeks since she had heard from Harry.
"What's that, letter from you boyfriend?" Mark replied with a smirk on his face.
"Yes," Hermione had said that without even thinking. After she said it, she couldn't believe it. Hermione just slumped into her desk chair in very deep thoughts. Mark had left without her even realizing.
Hermione thought to herself: Do I like Harry? No…it can't be, we're just friends. Wait, no…I don't know. I do love hearing from Harry and wish that I could be with him, but I never thought that I liked him. This same pattern went on for half an hour until Hermione came to a conclusion (she had also read Harry's letter). There was only one way to deal with it and that was to write it down on paper.
Harry,
I've got something to tell you. I 'm just going to come out with it before I can scared and deny it. Harry, think that I've fallen in love with you. All of this writing has made me realize that it's hard for me to be without you. I'm really sorry to just suddenly say this but, I just can't keep denying it.
These past few months I've just thought that we were friends and that's why I was having these feeling, but I just realized what they all meant. We don't have to keep writing after this because it may be awkward. You must not know what to do, and I don't blame you. You don't ever have to talk to me anymore, but I just thought that you should know how I feel. Bye Harry.
Hermione
Hermione sealed up the letter and sent Hedwig off with it. This was probably the last time that she was ever going to see Hedwig. Hermione was surprised but also happy that she had expressed her feelings. But, she might have pay the price if Harry doesn't want to talk to her anymore.
Hermione just sat in her chair as a tear slowly ran down her cheek.