'ARGH! Where is it? How can something just go missing like that? It was on the table I swear...' Hermione screeched as she stomped down the stairs, heading straight towards her friends who were currently sat in the lounge of the burrow. For such a petite girl it sounded like a herd of elephants had been let lose in the Weasley household.

'God Mione, it's just a book' Ron muttered, quickly realising he'd meant to say that in his head, he threw his hand to his mouth. Ginny and Harry also noticed his mistake, preparing themselves for the hurricane which was about to occur.

'JUST A BOOK? JUST A BOOK RONALD! I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT HAPPENS TO BE MY FAVOURITE BOOK YOU COMPLETE ARSE!' she screamed, her hands scrunched into tight fists, glaring down at Ron. If looks could kill, he would definitely be six feet under, he thought to himself.

'I was just... I didn't mean it like that, but did you have to make such a bloody scene about it?' he managed to squeak out, turning a crimson red in the process, he may have been a Gryffindor, but when this girl got going, man was she scary.

'Which book is it? I put a few things away this morning when I started packing for school; I could have misplaced it by accident.' Ginny cooed, quick enough to distract Hermione from Ron's statement. It was times like these that Hermione appreciated having Ginny as her best friend. She loved Harry and Ron to pieces that much was true, but they were hardly as affectionate or caring towards her belongings like Ginny was. And plus, it's not as if she could talk about girl problems with them, they just tended to get embarrassed and change the subject as if she'd never brought it up in the first place.

'Thanks 'Gin' she said with a shy smile. She always knew how to calm Hermione's mood, something only her parents had seemed to master. 'You could help me pack while we look as well' Hermione stated. Ginny nodded in approval, jumping up to grab Hermione's hand whilst quickly dragging her out of the room.

'So who was it from? I've been dying to know all morning, it just looked so posh and beautiful, yano? And that was just the envelope! Plus that owl. Wow it looked expensive' squealed a now over excited Ginny. She looked as if she was going to burst if Hermione didn't say something good within the next few seconds.

'Gin, what are you talking about?' Hermione muttered, staring with pure bewilderment at her clearly insane friend.

'You've not seen it yet? It had been tapping on the window for ages, so I eventually gave in and let it in. the poor thing must still be waiting in your room…' at this the two girls gave each other a knowing look, before sprinting for Hermione's door. She hadn't been expecting a letter so she was equally fascinated as to who it was from.

Upon reaching the door the sound of a disorientated howl crept through it. Being the girl she was, Hermione was not prepared to let a poor owl suffer for a moment longer. Yanking the door open, their eyes instantly fell upon the beautiful owl. Hermione instantly recognised it as being a Tasmanian masked owl, its feathers were many different shades of brown, glistening in the sunlight coming through a gap in the curtains. A very dark brown surrounded its face in the shape of a heart, adding to the sheer beauty of the majestic animal.

'Merlins, it's gorgeous!' Hermione exclaimed, still staring in awe at the owl. At the sound of her voice, it cocked its head to the side slightly, letting out a small hoot. Ginny and Hermione both giggled, walking into the room and closing the door behind them. Digging around in her pocket Hermione found an owl treat, holding it out and watching as it gracefully took the treat from her hand and ate it. Definitely belongs to an upper class family she thought to herself as she untied the unique letter from its leg.

'I've never seen an envelope like this! It's simply amazing. There's so much detail, I'd rather just keep it the way it is then know what's inside' she gasped, letting out a small laugh.

'Open it Mione please, I've never been so curious in all of my life!' Ginny all but yelled at her, causing Hermione to raise an eyebrow.

'Has anyone ever told you that you'd make a great Slytherin? I'm staring to think you're in the wrong house 'Gin' this earned her a playful dig in the arm.

'Quit stalling and open the bloody thing or I'll be doing it for you and burning that damn envelope' Ginny calmly stated. A blush quickly covered Hermione's face as she gently pushed her finger under the wax seal. She was sure the imprint was of Romeo and Juliet from her the cover of her favorite book but didn't press the matter in fear that she'd face Ginny's raff.

'erm, 'Gin, do you mind if I read it privately first then I'll come show you? I just have no idea what it is you see…' she muttered, staring at the letter in her hand.

'Sure' Ginny simply said as she merrily walked out of the room humming a little to herself. 'oh, don't forget to pack, we leave in an hour' she said, smiling at Hermione as she raised her head, returning the smile as Ginny quietly closed the door behind her.

Best get this over with then, she thought to herself as she pulled the letter out of the envelope carefully, noting that the design was identical to that of the envelope. She inhaled a large breath as she started to read…

'did my heart love til now?

For swear it, sight!

For I ne'er saw true beauty til this night'

I think of you when I read this scene of Romeo and Juliet Hermione... as I never thought I could love until the day that I saw you.

Good choice by the way, I saw you reading it one day at school in the library with a smile across your face, you looked so beautiful that every time I read the play now I get a flashback of seeing you and I instantly feel on top of the moon.

Shakespeare truly understands something many people don't seem to. That thing being how love has no boundaries. Family names, blood and money shouldn't matter. All that matters should be how two people feel towards one another, and ultimately whether or not they are happy.

Therefore I would like to apologise, for all the hurt that I have ever caused you. I also hope that one day you may feel some of the feelings I have for you, for me.

I was going to let fate play out and see if you'd acknowledge me without me having to write to you, but as everyone is now aware, he-who-should-not-be-named is back unfortunately. Belonging to a pure blood family who also (for some idiotic reason) agree with his passions means that I could be dragged into all of this disgusting mess so I wanted to write to you as soon as possible. Also, as you may now be panicking thinking I'm going to become a death eater while in contact with you, I am going to be paying Dumbledore a visit later on today when we've arrived safely back at Hogwarts to ask for his help. I no longer wish to stay with my parents as I despise what they want to help… I have never felt any different towards muggles then I have to pure bloods, but have had to keep up an act as before I knew I could seek help I knew I would be disowned. I don't think they've realised that apart from not being able to use magic we are no different from one another, meaning that we are not inferior, but equals. Also, I want to rub it in their faces that you're the smartest witch of our age whilst still being bred from a non-magic family. You my dear are simply amazing.

I hope you don't mind, but this is going to be the first of many letters I'm afraid.

All of my love for my darling Hermione,

your secret admirer x

p.s. I hope you like my owl. I bought her just for your letters, (helps keep the secrecy) plus I wanted a beautiful one to reflect you. I guess you've already figured out what breed she is, her names is Omorfos. Work out the meaning, it's quite simple but I'll give you a clue, it's Greek.

See you in a few hours!'

'GINNY!' was all anyone heard screamed through the house once Hermione had read the letter. Omorfos meant beauty, and he'd named it based on her…

'What! What's wrong?' Ginny stammered as she ran through the door. Hermione handed her the letter, watching her face fade from pure panic to complete happiness as she quickly read the letter.

'I, Hermione Jane Granger, have a secret admirer, and a damn cute one at that.'