Hey, im back again! I might not b able to update as soon as I hope coz school is now open and there're a lot of hard work…….. Here's the new chapter and hope u like it. Thx for all the reviews!

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L. Kim

Chapter 8

I didn't know how I managed to be alive that following week. Everyday was the same routine. Waking when my alarm clock buzzed like thousands of bees, get up and dress, and dragged my tired-out self to work. Millicent kept trying to get me to sign all those papers and stuff and I didn't even finish Malfoy's article yet and it's been a week! I didn't know how I had the strength to live on and to get on with my business. I could barely sleep anymore because every time I closed my eyes, I saw this scene playing over and over again in my mind's eye

"I've told you! I'm not a girl anymore and I can take care of myself! You don't have to worry about me"

" I know you are too arrogant and too proud to except my care anyway…"

"Ron…." I grabbed his arm "Ron, listen to me"

"No, Hermione. I have listened to you more than I can bare!"

What the hell is wrong with me? I wanted to scream and shout and yell and I wanted to do those kind of things in muggles movie when you paste a picture of a person you hate on a wall and throw darts at it. But as I couldn't find any darts, then I need to find a different way. I placed a wooden vase on a table on the foot of my bed and pointed at it with my wand. I imagined with all my might that the vase was a man with red hair, large nose and freckles. "Stupefy! Stupefy! Impedimenta! Reducto! Reducto! Pretificus Totalus! "

The vase was blasted into million of pieces and the pieces shattered on the floor. I didn't bother to clean it. What the hell is wrong with me? If I was myself, I wouldn't let my apartment turn into an atomic waste

I grabbed my wand again and waved it at Crookshanks' basket and the basket tidied itself in a second. Crookshanks gave a purr of thanks and leaped unto my bed beside me. I scratched his ears

"I'm glad to have you, Crookshanks" I whispered, my voice croaking "At least you didn't consider me as an insufferable know it all, like someone"

Suddenly, Jewel swooped in through the open window and dropped a package in my lap. I straighten up and gave her some owl snacks and she flew back out again.

"Now, I wonder who this is from. Maybe from Millicent with another bunch of paper" my eyes turned to the package. It was quite big and bulgy. It was wrapped in red cloth, the color of roses and was tied by a purple ribbon.

"There is no address" I frowned in confusion. If I was Harry, I wouldn't be too surprise, having receive a couple of unknown packages before but this was a different matter.

I untied the ribbon and removed the wrappings. Out fall a box and I opened that too. When I saw what was inside, I gasped

"Merlin's beard!"

It was a hand- mirror. Not an ordinary mirror but the most beautiful mirror I'd ever seen. It was made from silver and pictures of mermaids and roses were engraved on the handle. I looked at my reflection and sighed. It was so clear, so beautiful. Like crystal. I realized after a couple of minutes that I was astounded that there was such a beautiful thing as this mirror in this world……..

I finally came to my senses. "I wonder who sent me this" I looked at Crook shanks like he could answer me

I studied the emptied box and found a roll of parchment. I unrolled it and spread it on the bed spread.

The hand writing was unfamiliar and I thought I've never seen it before. The hand writing was firm, yet curved and beautiful.

Dear Beautiful Hermione

The morning star never wavers and so does my heart.

Love always

I've never before in all my life been call beautiful….. Not once. (Well, maybe by a certain Bulgaria seeker but that did not count!) And this person who had sent this mirror had written that I'm beautiful and that, perhaps, he loved me.

The morning star never wavers and so does my heart

Such a beautiful line and I could die just to hear it

Love always

That mean who ever this sender is, loved me and he had loved me for a long time and his heart had never changed.

Oh, I just wish……

Wish that……….

No, but I couldn't be. It couldn't be!
Ron!

RON!

RON!

RON!

Could it be Ron?

Could it?

I just wished it could!

I looked at Crookshanks and he looked back, his yellow eyes gleaming.

I sighed.

"You're right" I put the mirror back into its box and set it on a near by table. I pocketed the note into my coat and slipped out of bed, carefully avoiding the vase's shattered pieces. I waved my wand at it and it disappeared

"There's only one way to find out"

I grabbed my cloak and marched to the fire place. I gathered some floo powder in my hand and threw it in to the red firing which immediately turned emerald green. I stepped inside and uttered the word through clenched teeth "The Cottage!"

There was a rush of wind and I shut my eyes tight. I was tossed around like a rag doll when finally I was able to stand on firm ground again. Before I opened my eyes, I heard his voice.

"So, decided to drop in for a spell, Hermione?"