Got a review saying you didn't get it...not really sure what you want me to do about that. Is anybody else having trouble, baring in mind that i am only on chapter 3...

Hermione tried her best for what felt like forever to try and forget that letter. But every time she closed her eyes she saw this mystery man. He would do things to her that she would never have dreamed possible. But he did them; he made her want things that she had never wanted before. This new feeling of need was around so often it was like her new friend.

That night she had gotten back from the library only to find Harry and Ron just where she had left them. Some how it was weird to find them still lazing about. Her world had just been turned up side down and the most exciting thing that had happened to them was a fly that was zipping about the room.

So for the next couple of weeks she had gone to her classes, talked with her friends and ate her meals. Not once mentioning the letter that plagued her mind and was hidden under her pillow. It was brought out every night and read over and over.

Earlier today she had almost told Ginny everything but had been staled by her friend's constant chatter about Harry. Ginny had asked her what she had wanted to say but by that point Hermione knew that she could tell no one.

Time and time again Hermione found herself reaching for the book that held the letter, but could never bring herself to pick it up. What if there was another letter in the book. What if there was more of the writing that made her heart skip a beat then go double speed.

She wasn't the only one thinking about the letter.

The man that wrote it paced his rooms.

Where had he put that letter? Why had he written it on a piece of parchment in the first place? Why couldn't he do what he normally did and write it in his book?

He growled at himself. He knew fine well why he hadn't written it in his book. He hadn't had it on him when he had needed the release. As there had been nobody else around it hadn't hurt to write it on a spare piece of parchment and hide it in an envelope, make it look like any other kind of letter. Who was to know that what was written was his deepest desires. Granted it hadn't been his best work but it had helped him in the way that he had needed it to.

"The library!" he shouted out loud.

That's where he had left the dam thing. He made his way quickly there, students jumping out of his way. He walked to the back of the room picked up the book he had been reading, flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. His heart was beating wildly in his chest.

"Thank Merlin." He growled.

He slipped the letter in to his robes and made his way back to his rooms.

That night after he had eaten, he slipped the letter out of his pocket and laid it on the table next to his seat. He took a sip of his fire whisky and stared at.

The trouble it could have caused him if it had been found and read by somebody was unmentionable.

Taking another sip, he picked up the envelope and took out the letter within.

His hands stilled. There was two pieces of parchment. He had only written on one. He knew this for sure because he had been so excited that it had not taken him long to reach what he wanted.

He picked up this new piece of parchment and noted the feminine writing. He stared at it for a moment the writing swimming before his eyes.

Somebody had found it and read his letter. Somebody had been inside his head without even knowing it. Or did they? Did they know who had written it and now wanted to make him pay for the dirty things he had written?

"Calm down." He growled to himself. "Read the dam thing then panic if you need to."

Looking down at the parchment he read:

I knew you would like what I gave you but I can give so much more. We can share things and feel things that neither has felt before. You have had your pleasure but I think it is about time that I had mine. So come to me and let me see that this is more than one sided. I know what your hands can do. I know what they feel like against my skin, cupping my breast, teasing my nipples. I know that only you can send me over the edge so I ask you now, use those hands and that mouth of yours to take me away.

It was long and it wasn't the best written thing he had ever read. It even looked like it had been written in a hurry, but it had him extremely horny and hard.

This women, and he had no doubt that it was a women, wanted him to reply. Wanted him to write back and tell her what he could do to her.

His fingers twitched. He wanted nothing more than to pick up his quill and write what she was asking for. But what if it was a trick? What if he was part of a practical joke and that by morning his reply would be all over Hogwarts? He would never live it down.

The question that he needed to ask himself is 'am I a man or a mouse?'

Hermione ran in to the common room the next morning and headed straight for the portal.

"Hey where are you off to in such a hurry?" Harry asked.

"Em… I left something in the library the other night."

"Oh okay, well we'll meet you at breakfast."

Hermione nodded not wanting to wait another moment.

As she run into the library she hit something solid and stumbled back.

"sorry." She mumbled not looking up.

"That will be 10 points from Gryffindor, and another 5 for that poor apology." Snape snarled before walking out of the library. Black robes billowing behind him.

"Git" Hermione whispered under her breath and made her way to the book.

Holding it in her hands for a while she just looked at it and prayed that there would be a reply.

Opening it she saw a red envelope. Gasping she held it close before tucking it in her robes, then headed out to the lake to read it alone.

Please review and let me know what you think. that review i got totally threw me. i can stop posting if people aren't getting it.

HC