"god…I hate having these flashbacks…and I hate how their voices just haunt me like I have done something wrong...and I hate that I didn't just keep walking away from Draco "
And I hate enjoying those words that he whispered to me….those sweet nothings ..as Harry called them. She admitted to herself mind as she apparated out of her house to the busy streets of London , front of St. Mungos, into a quite little café that she always stops for her morning coffee and a chocolate chip muffin.
But this morning there was something odd. Something she could not put her finger on and then she realized what is was. On the front page of the Daily Prophet was a picture of Harry and Ginny, happily smiling , waving and Ginny holding what looked to be a baby. Ah yes… She thought..she had heard that they had gotten married. Well actually unless you were stuck under a rock, everybody knew that they were married. It was not everyday that the boy-who-lived\boy that saved wizarding world soon to be head of the ministry of magic marry his sweetheart who also happens to the seeker for the Cuddley Cannon
Yes she heard about their glorious wedding ..everywhere …and everybody wanted to be invited. But hermione didn't hold her breath and wait for one of those invitation and why would she. Harry hated her and Ginny probably was convinced that she was a piece of scum.
She knew she wasn't wanted anywhere which keep her wondering why she actually stayed in the wizarding world. The answer was simple. Her secret admirer\pen pal or whatever you want to call it. For over a year now, she wrote to his guy or at least she hoped to was a guy.
She kept the notes that he wrote in a silver box that had a dragon on top and had soft crimson velvet lining. She kept them all for one reason ..for a pick me up whenever she just felt like running under her bed and hiding. After her long day of treating patients that usually had no chance of living or just to crazy to talk to, she just apparated home, and went straight to her sanctuary, a huge library that was located next to her bedroom. She went straight to the box to fish for the first letter for had ever gotten.
My dearest angel
I know that this seems strange for a random person to be owling you but I had to let you know much I care for you and how that I realize that there is a lot of pain in your life….I can see it in your beautiful eyes and how they just don't light up anymore…I want to help. I want to be your wings and let you fly away from your problems. I want to show you how I see you as a beautiful angel who is wise beyond her years and has so much compassion in your soul. So if you want deem me as a stalker…yet I wish you would see and call me your friend…goodbye ..for now…. Dearest angel
Love.
Your secret admirer
This letter always made her cry for the fact that she coiuld never see this beauty..or.wiseness..or even compassion anymore and a complete stranger always could..Well now I guess he is not a stranger anymore..he is a friend that she has fallen in love with..yet she has never seen his face..hear his voice …or even felt his touch. But she could always imangine what he was like.
She imagined that his voice was strong but to everybody that knew him feel compassion..he would look kind but still very handsome, and his touch would be strong but always welcoming. Well at least she hoped that's what hes like.
"PECK" "PECK"..as she was startled as the black owl that always made her rejoice was knocking on her window.For this owl belonged to her secret admirer. She gave the owl the name Dragon and before she let the owl go would always give him a treat and let him rest for a bit.
In this time she would read his response and quickly write back so she could instantly reply back and she could get another respone sooner. Then she would kiss the parchment, tie it on to dragon's leg and let him free, only to stand their watching it fly of in the darkness and wishing she wouldn't have to just imangine what her love/savior looked like Then she would read the parchment over and over again., falling asleep with his kind words dancing in her head and the parchment in her petite hands with tears smudging the parchment.
The letter read
Dearest Hermione
The respond to my last letter truly uplifted my spirit and made me smile. You are such a beautiful person in and out. You are so intelligent and witty and I just want to touch your soft skin and hug you and never let go. But at last..I cant see you ..not yet…I want you to trust me fully just in case when we do meet. If you don't like what you see and.you run away and throw a friendship that we both cherish deeply. SO until the day that your presence can grace me..ill leave you with these parting words….I love you and just want you to know that it is a far better thing to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.
Yours truely
