Author's Note: Okay, I know this is kind of odd but, again, it is another first for me. Just for the record, this is set the summer after the fourth book. Sorry if I spelled a few of the names wrong. I'm sick and I don't care to go look anything up right now. BTW, the poem in this is Sonnet 141 by William Shakespeare. Oh, and after you read this could you please let me know if you think I should expand this to a full story?

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Hermonie Granger sat down at her desk and opened her History of Magic book. Spread out across the wooden desktop were various quills, bottles of ink, books and several pieces of parchment – some written on, others not. When she had found what she needed, she picked up a quill, dipped it in a bottle of blue ink, and began to write on a blank sheet of parchment.

So far, Hermonie had already finished her three potion essays, one for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and another for Arithmancy. She loved it. Not only was it quiet enough for her to study, but she was learning so much! Hopefully, she could finish her Arithmancy book tonight, and be ready for the second one by the time her parents took her to Diagon Ally to buy the books she'd need for her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.

For two hours, Hermonie patiently went through chapter after chapter on colonies of magic-folk in "the New World" that's now America. So far she had three pieces of parchment filled up and was halfway through the forth. So engrossed in her homework, was she that she never heard the door open. Silently, Crookshanks crept across the carpet, and behind the nightstand to watch his master.

The cat began to think that his master needed a break, after all she had been working so hard in the three weeks she had been home. He was begging to believe that she was working so hard because she wanted to keep her mind off of the danger her friend was in. Yes, he decided, I think she needs to take her mind off her work too…

With that the cat ran and took a great leap onto the desk, scattering Hermonie's books and quills, but fortunately not hitting the open bottle of ink.

"Crookshanks," Hermonie exclaimed with surprise that quickly turned to loving anger, "Oh, look what you've done. What has gotten into you?"

The girl picked up the cat and dumped him on her bed before she began to pick up the mess. With a small 'mrow' the cat hopped off again and began batting at a folded up piece of parchment that was sticking half out of a back chapter of the History of Magic book. "Now w—what ever is this?" Hermonie asked, taking the parchment from Crookshanks and turning it over in her hands. On the opposite side, her name was written out in the messy script she knew to be Ron's handwriting.

Puzzled, she opened the letter and began to read what he had left for her.

"Dear Hermonie,

I don't really know how to tell you this, and I doubt you even find the letter. Even so, you know I'm not good with words. I was looking through a muggle book I saw in the library once, and found a passage that fits, so here it is:

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes

For there and thee a thousand errors note.

But 'tis my heart loves what they despise

Who in despite of you is pleased to dote.

I think you got it, and if I keep writing I know I won't have the courage to put this in the book. So I'll end this now.

Yours,

Ronald Weasly"

Hermonie blinked back her tears of surprise and joy. "Oh Ron…" She whispered. Silently she got up then went to lay down on her bed, for once not caring about her vast piles of homework.

"He loves me?" Hermonie thought, "Me?"

Her bed jumped a little and Crookshanks came into her line of vision. Silently, the cat rubbed his head against her cheek as if asking what was wrong. Hermonie leaned up a bit and hugged her cat to her, "Oh Crookshanks, I can't believe it! He feels the same way!"