-Birthday Wishes-

Arithmancy had been cancelled for the day because Professor Vector had caught a bad case of Dragon Pox, so Hermione made her way back up to the Gryffindor common room and up to her dorm.

When she entered the room she saw that her bed was covered in presents and cards and she was happy to see that her birthday had not gone unforgotten.

She made her way to her bed and immediately opened cards from her dorm mates and Ginny, and then moved onto a box of fudge from Hagrid and an elegant quill from Harry.

There were two more envelopes left on the bed, one was red and the other white. She was sure that the white, plain envelope held birthday wishes from her mother and father, so she slowly picked up the red one.

When she removed the letter from the envelope she heard the gentle playing of one of her most favorite muggle songs, "Groovy Kind of Love" by Phil Collins. At once she knew who this letter was from, and her heart began to quicken as she unfolded the parchment and saw Ron's handwriting.

Dear Hermione,

Happy 18th Birthday! I hope you're having a great day and don't study too hard, it is your birthday after all, (not to mention a Friday). And I hope you like the song, I remember you humming it over the summer …

Anyways, I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me. I don't think you know, but when I'm away from you for more than an hour, you're all I think about.

I love everything about you. Yes everything, even when you're being bossy I still find you to be rather cute, and I can't imagine losing you to someone else, (he would definitely not live for too long).

I've planned a romantic dinner for just us two on top of the astronomy tower tonight at eight o'clock, and yes I got permission from McGonagall, we just have to be in bed by 10:30 pm. (Urg.)

Hermione, I'm so glad that we're finally together, and I think it has to be said that you're the last face I see at night before I sleep, and the first I see when I wake up.

Your Boyfriend, Ron

Hermione wiped the small tears from her eyes and then reread the letter one more time before placing it back into the envelope and stopping the music that had been playing all the while.

With a smile on her face and a light feeling in her heart, Hermione reached over and grabbed the last envelope. She opened it to find a letter and a key.

She pulled out the key and held it in her right hand. She looked at it curiously. It was old looking and silver, the cold metal gave her a quick shiver down her spine and she returned to the letter that had come with it.

When she read the letter the first time, she thought that she had read it wrong. She looked back at the key in her hand, blinked and then reread the letter,

There is a girl that makes me horny,

All twisted up inside.

I really want to date her,

But I've got to much pride.

She makes me moan at night time,

When I dream about her body.

There's something about this girl,

She makes me feel so naughty.

But if she would be so kind,

To fulfill my sexual pleasure,

Then take this key, and come find me,

A chest of erotic treasure.

Hermione sat on her bed, lifted her eyes off of the page and stared into space. She was stunned and speechless. This was definitely not a letter from her parents, and Ron had already sent her a letter …

Hermione twitched, she felt her head working again and she stared down at the lewd letter in her hand. She had half a right mind to tear the paper into shreds, but she wanted to know who would send such a disgusting piece of filth.

She got up off of her bed, and with the anger increasing inside of her, shoved the letter and the key back into the envelope in which it had come. She was about to leave the room to go and find Ron, when she froze and realized that she couldn't tell him.

She didn't know why, but as she stood alone in the dormitory something inside of her warned her not to. What the hell am I going to do then? she thought back. I want to know who sent this!

She stood there, thinking things over in her mind. She really did want to know who sent this letter, but she wasn't ready to go after the person tonight and confront him alone. A person who would have enough guts to write something this rude and disgusting would likely be a dangerous person when turned down.

The problem was, she needed a way to see, with out being seen.

Hermione's body perked up as a thought came to her.

I'll ask Harry to go… I'll give him the key, and he can wear his invisibility cloak so he won't be seen. That way I can find out who it is without putting my self in danger, or anyone getting in trouble for being out of bed so late, and I can still have dinner with Ron.

Hermione nodded to herself. That's what she would do. It was a perfect plan. Harry would be willing to help, and she knew that he wouldn't tell Ron about it if she asked him not too.

Hermione hid the envelope inside of her robes and got her books ready for her next class. Her only problem was finding a way to show Harry the letter without Ron knowing.