"Good morning, Miss Granger,
I trust you had a good night sleep. I enjoyed your company during practice, and look forward to seeing you again today. Your Secret Admirer."
Oh my...! I have a secret admirer! I've never had one, well except Viktor, but he's a different case. This is soo sweet, but Phillip didn't have to do this. I know it's him since we've talked and flirted so much during practice, so I really didn't understand why he signed it 'Secret Admirer' but I don't really care. If he wants to woe me, go ahead and woe.
"Ooo," a girl's voice said behind me. I turned to find Lauryn breathing down my neck, trying to peak at me letter. Hey! Maybe she read it already! "Someone has a secret admirer!" She yelled.
All of a sudden, heads poked out of the bathroom doors and out of the blanket covers. I rolled my eyes in embarrassment. The last time I found out I had a secret admirer, a mob of girls hated my guts for it. I hope this isn't going to be the same situation.
"Practice? Is the guy from our team?" She asked.
I shrugged. "It has to be, right? It says 'during practice'."
Jane squealed. "I can't believe this! You, Hermione, are a lucky girl. This is the second day, and you get all this!"
I squealed back and gave her a hug, which we then jumped up and down.
"Hermione, I think the guy is Phillip," Lauryn exclaimed. "I mean, it seems he has a thing for you, you know?"
I nodded. "I think so, too."
"Phillip? Why would he send it as a secret admirer? Didn't he ask you out?" Jane asked.
We sat on the unoccupied beds, Jane and I. Lauryn and the other girls left to the bathroom or back to sleep.
"Yea, that's the same guy. It is weird, isn't it?" I asked. "But I think - I think he's just a romantic. Isn't it, though?"
Jane grinned the biggest ever. "Totally."
This is just too much. First the transformation, then the date. Don't get me wrong, I like it. But I'm just wondering if this is some kind of joke, or a bet perhaps. A guy like Phillips can't just like a girl like me; although, he doesn't really know me does he? He sees the new me, but not the smart me. I squealed again.
"Jane, I have to write to Har, er, I mean Howard, about this. Ginny too probably. She'll yell at me if I don't tell her." I walked to my bed, pulled out a few piece of parchment and quill and started to write to Harry.
'Harry,
How
have you been doing? I miss you guys already. The practices so far is
intense. I have two practices a day, one in the morning and one in the
evening. My fear of heights are slowly decreasing but I haven't
conquered it just yet. You will not believe who is here also; Malfoy.
To make matters worse, he is the captain of the team I'm in. He made me
a keeper. I'm fine though. He hasn't tried to curse me or anything like
similar. What I wanted to tell you is, I've met someone. He's on my
team and he seems to really fancies me. Just this morning, he sent me a
white rose by my pillow and signed it 'secret admirer' although I know
who it is. I'm excited, Harry. Well, please owl me back as soon as you
can. I hope the Dursleys aren't causing you too much problem. This is
our last summer vacation for Hogwarts. Can you believe it? I'm scared
but excited. Next year, we'll treasure every moment we have with each
other and the school, all right? Okay then, tell me everything in your
letter.
Hermione.'
I wrote pretty much the same to Ginny and told her to tell Ron without some details I didn't want Ron to know about, like Phillip, at least not that much. I borrowed a couple of owls which belonged to Josephine and Sandra and gave them the letters to deliver. After that, I went and got dressed for it was almost time for practice. I was still sore from yesterday; my muscles, I think, were tight and needed stretching, as someone said. Fortunately, I had more time to prepare myself of the girly way, so once I took a shower, combed my hair to give it less frizze, and got dressed, I put my makeup well on my face. I was careful not too much because Cattie said if I sweat, the makeup will be ruined and so will my face. I put just enough to make me look the right way.
Once I was finished with everything, Jane and I went and walked to the pitch. It was still pretty deserted save a few scattered among the field. Jane then tugged on my arm hard and rapidly. I gave her a confused look and she pointed timidly towards a tall, well built young man wearing his quidditch gear. He had glowing short spiked brown hair and dark green eyes noticable still to where Jane and I stood. He was very handsome.
"That's Tony," Jane whispered. I gave her an Oh. "He's in my team, you see."
"He's very cute," I told her. "Have you talked to him yet?"
She turned to me. "Yes! He said -'hey' to me yesterday!"
I gave her a hug and a small squeak. Jane is very pretty, I thought, and she's very sweet. He'd be an idiot if he didn't see that. I just wish he does. We looked at him again. He was still talking to his friends. I started looking for Phillip but I felt another tug at the arm.
"He's coming our way," she whispered strongly.
I cleared my throat. "Hi."
"Hi, Tony," Jane said rather weakly.
"Good Morning ladies, Jane."he smiled charmingly towards the both of us. "Jane, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Jane replied with a yes. "I'll be right back Hermione."
I watched them walk together, Tony getting closer and closer to Jane. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Malfoy standing beside me.
"How are you and Phillip doing?" He asked.
I didn't fully get why he asked me this. Why would he care?
"That's my personal business," I answered roughly.
He coughed. "If it concerns my team mates, it concerns me. Think about it Granger, if something bad happens to you guys, the whole team could be at risk. Now, what's going on?"
I grunted under my breath. "I don't know, honestly. He doesn't seem mad about last night though because he sent me a flower this morning."
"Did he? That's unlikely of his character."
"What do you mean, 'unlikely of his character'? What exactly is his character?" I asked hotly. It's one thing to barge into your enemy's life but to opinion in their life to their face! Arg! He makes me so mad sometimes.
"I'm just saying that in the three years that I've known him, Phillip isn't one to stay with a single girl too long."
"Well, maybe he's changed."
"I highly doubt it."
We kept in silence for a few more moments. He didn't seem to mind about this; he seemed to be in deep thought. I, on the other hand, was in deep thought about Phillip. Was this guy on my team not the guy I thought he is?
No sooner had I thought this when Phillip came around to greet me. He gave me a kiss on the lips and tried to deepen it, but I stopped him before it went too far. I pushed him away and he tumbled a few feet.
"What was that?" He cried.
Startled that I pushed him, I hurried over and held a helping hand out. "I'm so sorry, Phil. I didn't mean to do that. I-I..."
He ignored my hand and got himself up instead. "Yeah, whatever."
The field became close to being full. All of our members seemed to be here, unfortunately.
"Look girly," began Phillip. He walked close towards me, a finger at my face. "I don't know what last night was all about, but no one leaves me hanging. I was going to give you a second chance just now but you totally blew it."
Sweat started to appear on my forehead as he crept towards me. He was yelling at me! I didn't even do anything wrong! I thought he understood about last night, or else why did he give me the flower? What second chance was he talking about? It can't have been the kiss, right?
And that's when I realized it. Phillip wasn't a great guy. He was just some guy who liked physical features rather than other. I'm so mad at myself! I can't believe I fell for him, the great oaf.
I stomped my feet to the ground, fist in a curl. I must have looked like Umbridge because the instant I made the turn around in my mood, the atmosphere changed dramatically. He looked shocked out of his wits.
"I didn't blow it; you did. I don't know who you think you are, but to me, you are nothing but an ordinary guy, even lower."
With that, I left the field tears in my eyes. I hurried to the public bathroom and just started crying my eyes out. That took a lot of courage for me to do that. I seriously didn't think I had it in me. But just the way he treated me, it was just ridiculous. I thought there was someone I could be with in the time I'm here.
"Granger?" Called a voice. I recognized it to be Malfoy as soon as he said my name. "Granger, I know you're here."
What's he doing here?
"What do you want, Malfoy? Can't you read it's a girl's restroom?" I asked sarcastically. I stepped out of my toilet stall and faced him peering around the room.
"So this is what the Women's restroom look like, eh? It's much better than the Men's."
I let out a smile. "That's because there's scums like Phillip using the Men's."
"Yea, well... Yeah, you're right. Must be nice being a girl."
"It is," I started. "Why are you here, Malfoy?"
Malfoy looked at me, gazing with his warm grey eyes. He then looked away, wandering around the room.
"I would say, 'I told you so', but that seems rude in this particular moment." He suddenly looked back at me and said, "Granger, what you did back there was true bravery. I would never admit it if we were elsewhere, but now that you're my teammate, I don't feel that compelled to feel guilty saying that."
Apalled by what he said, I ran to him and gave a Hermione hug. It felt weird at first since I rarely give any hugs but the hug I just gave felt right and meaningful. He didn't push me away, surprisingly. He just returned my hug warmingly. After a while, I felt comforted and let go of him.
It is strange that my third day here has changed me and my fellow schoolmate. I've improved my confidence in both boy fears and height fears. It makes me wonder if there is more in store while my summer here.
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Author's Note:
Hey Guys, sorry for the really long update. I've already written a few more chapters so they'll be up soon. I've started another DM/HG fanfic if you're interested. The link is love to hear comments for both stories, if you do read the other one. Thanks a bunch and I hope the story is to your liking so far :D