Finding True Happiness

“One Last Letter”

Before Hermione could plonk her homework down she had to pick up a letter that had been written by her secret admirer.  She sat down heavily, her heart speeding up with the first few lines.

My dearest Hermione,

This is the last letter I shall write to you.  Our time together has meant so much that I have found myself growing far too attached to you for my liking.  This has caused a great problem for me.

But you are such a fascinating and sensual woman that I merely have to think of you for all my problems to fade; and I think about you nearly all the time.  Most of my waking hours you haunt me, and every dream is of you: under me, over me, beside me; your hands, your lips, your legs, your everything.

Hermione fanned herself.  At least the tone of the note had changed to a more positive one… very positive.

I try to stay away from you – I even considered leaving you alone for good – but you draw me back every time.  It is no use.

This started in the most obscene way.  I have very good reason for having concealed my identity so far, and I can only hope that you will not hate me when I reveal myself.  For I will.  Despite my early motives you have changed all that, and you have swept away any misgivings.  I should have known that you would be too strong-willed.

She could imagine him smiling, even laughing, while he wrote that.  The thought brought a smile to her own face.

That is why this is my last letter.  I am desperate to have you in my arms and be in your life.  As soon as I take you I will remove my disguise; but you must give yourself to me completely.  Only if you are truly willing will this work out.

Please be ready for me by nine-thirty this Friday night.  Then we can have the weekend to plan the rest of our lives together.

Love,

Your secret admirer.

She gulped.  This was it.  Well, almost it.

The rest of our lives together, she thought.  Merlin help me, but I want nothing more than that.

Beaming, she hugged the letter to her chest, trying hard to keep from squealing.  Considering it was either that or crying, she allowed herself a small squeak.  At first.

Seconds later she was bouncing on her bed, laughing and jumping for joy.

Peeves watched her from the corner nearest her desk.  This was it.  He would soon be able to make love to Hermione Granger and become everything she wanted.

Being a poltergeist, he had had no plans for his own life.  Now he wanted them, and only with her.

Friday couldn’t come fast enough.

“I’m willing,” he heard her say breathlessly as she slowed the bed-bouncing.  “And I’ll be his forever.”

Sorry about the short chapter, but this scene seemed kind of important; and it balances out the longer chapters that we’ve had, especially… was it “Lighter Days” that went on for flipping ever?  Can’t remember.

Next chapter… “The Night”.