Disclaimer- Plot is mine, everything else (characters, etc.) belong to the amazing, J.K.Rowling.

Summary- She writes letters to him. He writes letters about her. Neither know, because neither sends the letters. Will anything ever happen between these two? Hr?D

Letters To You

I sit here writing letters to you. Letters of my hopes for us. Of my dreams and fantasies about us. Letters that will never be sent, because I don't have the guts to go to the owlery to send this to you.

So I sit here on the window ledge, like every other night, and write my notes, letters, songs, and poems about and to you.

You'll never see them. Heck, even if you did, you wouldn't know who wrote them, because I never sign my name. That would make the letter officially done, and I don't want it to end yet.

The moonlight is my only source of light. It reminds me of your skin, that glows so strongly as if to challenge the moons glow. You'd win. Like always.

The twinkling stars against the black canvas sky, remind me of the way your eyes get whenever you look at someone with a desire. But that look is rare to be seen. You hide behind that mask...

What I'd give to have you look at me with such intensity, such desire in your eyes that it could kill.

But I don't see it. Nor will I ever. I just see the stormy grey that is the mask you use to hide your feelings. The icy-blue when your shooting daggers at me with your eyes, pierces my heart every time. The pain is almost unbearable. Almost.

How do you hold such hatred towards me, when I carry so much love for you upon my shoulders?

Maybe, if I continue wishing on these fallen stars, my wish will come true. And when it does, I will welcome you with open arms.

So concludes another letter to you. But this one is different. This is the one I'm going to leave for you to find tomorrow. I will leave it where I know that only you will find it. I think I'll even sign my name this time…Hmm…yes, that sounds like a good idea.

Maybe now that you know my feelings for you, I can find out how you really feel…Maybe you really do hate me. Or maybe it's just a mask, among other things…Please don't be too angry, though. I wouldn't be able to handle it.

With much love, that has grown over the years,

Hermione Granger

Draco's silver pools widened in shock at what he had just read. Not only was he sure that it wasn't a joke, but he had actually seen Hermione drop the letter in front of him.

He watched the retreating form of Hermione, and sighed. He had liked her since the summer, when he had switched from the Dark Side to the Light Side. They had gotten along fine, but never considered the other a friend. Just both members of the Order was all.

But apparently she had liked him. More then a friend. Just like he liked her. He figured he would have to talk to her about this sometime, but he would reply to her letter. Maybe tell her of all the letters he had wrote but never sent, to and about her, as well.

Suddenly, Seventh Year seemed to become a whole lot more interesting...

Okay, so this is just a little ficlet of mine. I thought of it last night, when I was looking at the moon, at about 2AM. So, you like it? You hate it? Please tell me in a review. I love getting them! Come on, and show some Christmas spirit, and review! Hee hee! If you didn't enjoy this one-shot, that's fine, but why not tell me why you didn't enjoy it, give me a reason or two (or more if you like)..this will help me improve my writing skills! Something I love doing! Thanks for reading!

Happy Holidays! (hands out gingerbread cookies, and glasses of cool, creamy milk)

TK