LETTERS FROM HOGWARTS
Author's Note: This is a Hermione/Oliver story and if you don't like that idea, don't read it! It will consist of letters to and from Hermione and Oliver, Hermione being in her seventh year and Oliver being a professional Quidditch player.
PROLOGUE
Hermione Granger sat at her desk chewing on the end of a sugar quill. It was Muggle Studies, a subject she loved because she knew everything so well but even so, Hermione was finding it hard to concentrate.
"Everyone is expected to have an owl-pal by the end of this week," said Professor Thudgepin, stroking his little beard.
Owl-Pal? Hermione's face lit up. She LOVED writing and loved recieving Owl-Mail even more! But who would become her Owl-Pal? She wanted it to be someone she didn't know well, or didn't know at all. Although the idea of talking to a complete stranger sort of worried Hermione... what if they turned out to be a complete nut-case. She decided to talk to Harry and Ron straight after class.
"Owl-Pal?" Ron burst out laughing as the trio sat around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room playing their favourite game Exploding Snap.
"Yes, Owl-Pal!" both Hermione and Harry replied, angry at Ron's reaction.
"Owl-Pals are cool!" Hermione stated, matter of factly and Ron tried to hide his laugh. Hermione was not the sort of person you wanted to cross when they were mad or passionate about something.
"But who?" asked Harry, interrupting Ron's little seizure of laughs and Hermione's devil glare.
"I have no idea! He didn't exactly give us much information," Hermione explained to Ron who didn't take Muggle Studies... much to his father's disappointment.
"I know! Hermione, you set me up with one of your wizarding friends who I don't know well or have never met and I'll do the same for you okay?" Harry's face lit up.
"That's a great idea!"
Ron looked at them both and rolled his eyes. Owl-Pals? Who ever thought of a more ridiculous idea!
Author's Note: This is a Hermione/Oliver story and if you don't like that idea, don't read it! It will consist of letters to and from Hermione and Oliver, Hermione being in her seventh year and Oliver being a professional Quidditch player.
PROLOGUE
Hermione Granger sat at her desk chewing on the end of a sugar quill. It was Muggle Studies, a subject she loved because she knew everything so well but even so, Hermione was finding it hard to concentrate.
"Everyone is expected to have an owl-pal by the end of this week," said Professor Thudgepin, stroking his little beard.
Owl-Pal? Hermione's face lit up. She LOVED writing and loved recieving Owl-Mail even more! But who would become her Owl-Pal? She wanted it to be someone she didn't know well, or didn't know at all. Although the idea of talking to a complete stranger sort of worried Hermione... what if they turned out to be a complete nut-case. She decided to talk to Harry and Ron straight after class.
"Owl-Pal?" Ron burst out laughing as the trio sat around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room playing their favourite game Exploding Snap.
"Yes, Owl-Pal!" both Hermione and Harry replied, angry at Ron's reaction.
"Owl-Pals are cool!" Hermione stated, matter of factly and Ron tried to hide his laugh. Hermione was not the sort of person you wanted to cross when they were mad or passionate about something.
"But who?" asked Harry, interrupting Ron's little seizure of laughs and Hermione's devil glare.
"I have no idea! He didn't exactly give us much information," Hermione explained to Ron who didn't take Muggle Studies... much to his father's disappointment.
"I know! Hermione, you set me up with one of your wizarding friends who I don't know well or have never met and I'll do the same for you okay?" Harry's face lit up.
"That's a great idea!"
Ron looked at them both and rolled his eyes. Owl-Pals? Who ever thought of a more ridiculous idea!