Shakespeare's Rolling in his Grave. Probably.

Love Poems

Hermione was walking through the forest one day when she came across something carved on a tree. She quickly read it, and frowned. Harry should have better spelling. After all, he'd spent five years with her as his best friend. Also, his form was terrible. Nevertheless, she quickly headed back to show Ginny. Ginny ran to the spot, leaving a satisfied Hermione in the dust. Harry and Ginny were so cute together. Hermione then curled up with a good book, and waited for Ginny to come back. When she did, she was out of breath, and had Harry by her side.

Hermione wanted to see how good their disguises were, so she didn't reveal herself immediately. It was obvious Ginny had done the same.

"Hello Gi- Ganymede. Did you find out who wrote all over the trees?" She asked, pushing them in the right direction.

Harry blushed. "That was me."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "How did your spelling get so terrible?"

Harry shrugged. "I guess it became bad with disuse. and Shakespeare..." Hermione nodded. There was no formal way of spelling in the Elizabethan Era. Even people who could spell, like Harry, would be affected by Shakespeare's spelling.

 "Right, right. Hey, Ganymede, I'm going out to read. Feel like curing our guest?" Ginny and Harry both looked confused.

"How?" Ginny asked.

"Cure me of what?" Harry added. Hermione rolled her eyes, and shut her book.

"Love, obviously. We can't have you writing love letters to some far off girl on trees. Ganymede here will listen to whatever you want to tell this girl. He won't mind."

Harry looked hopeful. "He won't?"

Ginny looked up at him. "I won't. See you later... Alieno..." Hermione nodded, and left the cottage. No doubt, Harry and Ron had already met up with Mr. Weasley and the rest of the Weasley boys. She climed a tree, and sat down to read the book itself. Interestingly enough, she found a part where Celia's father hired Oliver to track down the girls, by tracking down Orlando. Interesting. Ron came puffing by, but didn't see her or the cottage, and continued on to where Mr. Weasley and the boys obviously were. Hermione considered following him, but thought against it. Then she realized no one sould see her, she was completely up in the tree.

She let her legs dangle over the side of the branch, in case someone needed to talk to her. And who should come by next but Draco? He was riding through the forest, but stopped suddenly. "Excuse me, but could you tell me if a man named Orlando has gone through here? Or two girls... who are very clever, and wouldn't be dressed as girls."

Hermione pulled her legs up, concealing herself once again, and even though she knew who it was, she said, "It depends. Who's asking?"

Draco sighed. "Apparently, Oliver de Boys, though really it's Duke Fredrick."

Hermione snapped her fingers. "That's his name! Thanks."

Draco stared up into the branches, obviously annoyed. "You didn't answer my question."

"I don't need to. It isn't your part in the story yet." Hermione replied.

Draco looked a little confused. "But-"

"We got the book." Hermione jumped down in a way that she didn't spook his horse.

Draco quickly dismounted, recognizing her immediately, since her cap had come off. "Hermione!" He kissed her, and pulled her into a tight embrace.

When it was over, she smiled. "Hey, Draco."

"I thought you were supposed to be dressed as a girl." He said.