A Letter Sent

Rejection

Hermione Granger heaved down onto her bed with an audible sigh, she was open mouthed as her eyes wee swiftly filled with fresh tears. She read the letter over and over again. "Since when did Harry become so poetic!", wondered Hermione before smacking herself in the face with the following realization.. "Harry was asking her out". To say that she was excited would not do justice for how elated she truly was.

Hermione Jean Granger had been pining for the Potter since the night he had saved her from the troll, any feelings she had for him had only been amplified the night she grabbed Harry close as they zoomed through the night sky on BuckBeak. Her obsession with all things books, led her to find out that Hipogriff's were a sign of romantic love, a notion which made her giggle without control as she imagined a life with him.

Alas all was for nothing, Harry had never truly showed her attention in the way she so desperatley wanted him to. Hour's spent pretending to read next to a whining Harry, complaining about having no date for the ball was exhausting. Not due to the subject matter but because a small part of her wished he did see what was right in front of him all along. Hell, she had even tried on a touch of makeup and sat directly in front of him in the library in an effort to gain his attention. Not that the strategy ever worked mind you... she ended up having to go with a boy who was four years older than her.

"Well, that's in the past", gushed the hyperventilating witch. "Harry likes me back, he likes me back!", blabbered the witch loudly.

"Well, well... Seems like you finally got a letter from your boyfriend", quipped a voice from behind Hermione.

Hermione's heart leapt out of her chest as she around to see Emma Granger leaning against the doorframe with a smug smile on her face, her hands holding onto a warm cup of coffee.

"MUM!", yelled Hermione as she stuffed the letter into her pockets.

"Hey, don't blame me alright, I am the one who had to read paragraphs about Harry's favourite type of jam over the years!", snipped the older woman playfully.

Hermione blushed at the content of the letters she had sent back to her parents every week. As much as she did like to deny it, it was true... Hermione had been feeding her mother with scrolls of facts about Harry, a byproduct of her teenaged obsession. She did bet a good portion of her galleons, that her parents knew more about Harry through letters than Ron did after sharing a dormitory with the boy for half a decade.

Not that she did expect Ron to remember Harry's favourite leisure position or his preferred nib for his quills, the boy was as thick as the troll he had defeated in their first year.

"Well, he is not exactly my boyfriend. Yet-"

Hermione was cut off, when the slightly taller woman dashed towards the girl and snatched the letter from her pocket before running down the stairs.

The surprised Granger snapped out of her stupor when she heard a few cooes, a sound that her mother only made when she was reading something particularly interesting.

Her combed hair bobbed behind her as she followed the trail of spilt coffee before coming face to face with her target, who was engrossed in the letter which was meant only for her.

The young lass grew red, steam blowing out of her small ears as she stomped towards her mother who was now in a laughing fit.

"Mum!!! PRIVACY!", cried the witch for a second time. Her dainty hands grabbed the paper from the Granger by marriage, and held it protectively between her arms.

Minutes passed by without stop as Hermione stared daggers at her mum who looked like an older version of her, the rasps of laughter slowly faded away.

Emma Granger wiped the mirth away from her eyes before looking at her daughter who clearly did not share the same sentiments.