wow you guys, im so sorry! i havnt posted on any stories for AGES! ive kinda been caught up with school and drabbles (addictive) but thats no excuse. feel free to call me a lousy writer and horrible person lol. wag the finger of shame if you must just anything so ull forget poor lil me. i wouldnt want you to forget about me coz i wasnt here

So anyway, im posting! Just a little catch up in case you've forgotted (coz i did ) You'll remember that in the last post, Draco turned up at Gryffindor tower with two packages. A letter and necklace for hremione, and a letter for harry that he doesnt know anything about. He was just told to deliver it. Right, now thats over and done with, lets begin

Harrys POV


Harry’s sleep was troubled. He was worried about Hermione, and worried about Ron (although he had started talking to Harry again, he was still ignoring Hermione), and blurred faces of mystery note sender swam behind his lids every time he closed them. He awoke, however, when someone cleared their throat loudly.

Harry opened his eyes and looked aound. The common room was deserted, except for his best friend. Ron was sat on the edge of harry’s bed, a smug look on his face, holing a rather large peice of parchment in his hands. As soon as he saw that Harry was awake, Ron began to read in a high pitched, girly voice.

“Dear Harry,” he quoted. “Its been a while since my last letter. I suppose you are wandering who i am. Im sorry, but i don’t think i can tell you. Not yet anyway. There are defiantly a good few people that wouldn’t be very happy, and i need to wait for the right time.
I want you to know how i feel. Everytime i see you i am drawn in. Your eyes, your hair, your lips! Its irresistible-“
Harry sat bolt upright and tried to wrench the parchment from Ron’s grip. But Ron jirked out of his way, chuckling. Harry did, however see the writing. It was exactly the same penmanship that was on his first letter.
Enfuriated, harry lept up and lurched at Ron. “Give me that!” he shouted, but Ron continued to read, running around the common room, trying to avoid harrys angry hands.
“Would you like to meet me?” he continued. “Would you like to see who i am? I know you’re curious. I can see it in your face everytime i cross you in the corridor. You’re getting impatient.
Meet me in the Dungeons tomorrow at midnight, and your curiosity will be x-tinguished.
Love forever,
X”

When Ron had finished, he threw the parchment aside and collapsed on his bed in a fit of giggles. Harry gave him a swift kick, and scanned the paper.

“Blimy Harry,” said Ron. “I didn’t know you were getting love letters!” And again he crumpled up in laughter.