Hi! It's Katie! OK, so I was looking through the fanfics, when suddenly, I had a great idea: What if....Hermione had an arranged marriage that she had no idea about? Well, it's sounded good....so I'm going to try and write it! Wish me luck!

Hermione had spent most of her years at Hogwarts with no crushes at all. Now that she was dating Harry Potter, she wondered how she managed to get through all those years?

"Hermione?" Hermione snapped out of her daydream.

"Yea Harry?"

"You got a letter.." Hermione yawned and reached for it. Harry snatched it away. "..but it's gonna have to cost you something."

"Gimmie!" Hermione kissed him, and Harry gave up the letter. Hermione began to open it, but Ron burst through the door.

"Hermione! Neville's gone and gotten into a fight with a suit of armor again!"

Hermione sighed. She'd never get to read this letter.

"Which one now Ron?"

"The one with the javelin."

"Damn! C'mon Ron. Let's go." Hermione put the letter down, and followed Ron out the portrait hole, Harry close behind. She stopped.

"Which corridor?" Ron pointed down one.

When Hermione arrived there, Neville was in a real situation. The suit of armor had him by the pants, and the javelin was pointed at his stomach.

"Hermione!" Neville shouted with relief, and Hermione pulled out her wand.

"Reverso Locomotar!" Neville collapsed to the ground in a heap. The students around them cheered. Harry and Ron helped Neville back up.

"What happened Neville?" Hermione asked as they walked back to the Common Room.

"Well, I dropped my Herbology book on his foot. I didn't think it would hurt him, and I said so when he complained. I guess it did. He's almost as bad as Sir Cadogan."

Harry and Ron shuddered at the mention of Sir Cadogan. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Neville, we've had this discussion before. Never assume that an object doesn't have feelings, especially around this place," she said, and glanced about the walls.

They gave The Fat Lady the password, and climbed back into the Common Room. Hermione looked on the table. Her letter was gone.

"Who took my letter?" She asked. When she received no answer, she became frantic, and searched for her letter. "Where is it?"

"Maybe a house-elf took it," Harry suggested, and he turned over couch cushions. Ron agreed.

"In that case 'Mione, we may never see it again. You know how they are." Ron came back from looking by the bookshelf.

"I guess so..." Hermione looked forlornly about the room.

What was in that letter?

OK, First chappie!


Katie