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You did feel bad for Draco, but not bad enough to let it ruin your fun. That night you, Hermione, Harry and Ron got together in the common room and had a good laugh. "I can't believe you did that to Malfoy," Harry managed to choke out.

"I know," you replied, "I don't know what came over me. I was possessed." You all burst out laughing again. "Well all, I've got to head to bed." And with that you walked up the stairs doubled over in laughter. You changed into your pajamas, the Red Sox ones, from the one time you had visited the U.S. Your cousin Lizabeth had told you it was her favorite sports team. The pajamas were the most comfortable thing you owned, even if the Red Sox meant nothing what-so-ever to you. You climbed into bed and were just drifting off to sleep when you heard tapping at the window. You climbed out of bed to let the owl in. Amazingly enough, the letter was for you.

My Dearest Calleigh,

Nice pajamas. Not many girls I know know about sports teams from the U. S. The Boston Red Sox happen to be my favorite American sports team. I just want you to know that I really am sorry for all the ways I hurt you and I want to make it up to you. Please tell me what I can do to make it all go away. I would do anything for you.

My Sincerest Apologies,

Your Not So Secret Secret Admirer

Okay, you thought to yourself. How in the hell does Malfoy know what kind of pajamas I'm wearing? That is beyond freaky. You hadn't heard Hermione come upstairs so you figured she was still in the common room. You quietly crept down the stairs as not to wake anyone up and breathed a sigh of relief when you made it to the bottom. Both Harry and Ron had already gone to bed so Hermione was the only one in the common room. You went and sat next to her. She had a spaced out look on her face so you quietly whispered, "'Mione."

Her head snapped up and she looked at you. "Oh Calleigh, I'm sorry, have you been sitting there long?" She asked.

"No," you responded, "I just sat down. But I need to ask you a favor. Can you figure out if someone spying on us?"

She gave you a look and said somewhat disbelievingly, "Spying."

"I know it sounds kinda crazy but I just get the feeling someone's spying on me."

"Okay," she replied, "If it will make you feel better. I'll be up in a minute." You hugged her and began up the stairs. You stopped at the sound of her voice. "Cal, try to get some sleep, okay, I'm sure you're just imagining things."

"I'll try." You said. If only she knew that tucked in your pillow case was a letter talking about your pajamas. You wanted to tell her so that she didn't think you a complete nut case but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell her. When you finally got up to your bed you lay down quietly and brought the covers up to your chin. You had no idea how Malfoy found out but there was no way that he was getting anything more tonight. You had heard from Tanner that you moved a lot in your sleep and from your experience clothes tend to shift when you move that much. This got you thinking about your family. Tanner and Bridget. Neal and Erin. Your mom and dad. The thoughts began to consume you and before you knew it you had drifted off to sleep.

The next few weeks went by in a blur. Whenever you saw Malfoy in the hallway you avoided his glaze and he avoided yours. No one picked up the weird vibes you were sending each other, intentionally and unintentionally, and for that you were grateful. There was one thing that did bother you though, Hermione. She just hadn't been the same since that night you got the letter. She often wore the spaced out look and you noticed that she avoided you and Harry but kept close to Ron. You found this odd as you had been friends since the day you met on the train 5 years ago. One night as you heard her come up at her now normal late hour you decided to confront her. "Hermione," You whispered. "I know you can hear me so don't pretend you can't. We need to talk."

"Okay." She relented. "We do need to talk. Let's go back down to the common room."

You mumbled and okay and followed her down the stairs. You both sat in your favorite big squishy chairs and looked at each other. You were the first to speak. "I'm worried about you 'Mione. What's up?"

She looked down as she began to speak. "Well…ummm…I don't really know where to start."

"Spit it out Hermione!"

"Well, Ron and I are kind of secretly dating." Her voice shrunk to a whisper on the last word.

Before you could help it "You're What!" came bounding out of your mouth.

"See, this is why we didn't tell you and Harry, we figured your reaction would be something like this. I mean Cal, is it really that much of a shock. You're supposed to be the one who can tell everything and you couldn't figure out that we liked each other. Wow."

"I'm not sure if you're insulting me or complementing your self but I hope it's the latter. Anyway I'm sorry about my out burst I should be happy for you I just wish you hadn't kept it from me. I promise not to say anything to let anyone know."

"Calleigh, you are the best. Thank you so much." Hermione was smiling so wide you could tell she was happy to have finally let her secret be known, even if it was only to you.

"I'm glad you're happy." You told her even though inside you weren't sure. She was happy with Ron but he was your best friend too. What would happen if they split up? All these thought were racing through your mind as you shrunk into bed. Little did you know the same conversation had just ended up in the boy's dormitory.

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