My dearest HermioneMy dearest Hermione,The rays of the sun perfectly strike the strands of your golden brown hair. Making it seem like you are wearing a crown of light. This never fails to dazzle my eyes. Sometimes I think that the crown you wear is most deserving of you. Since you are, indeed, the most perfect creature in the world. Smart, beautiful and a bit feisty if I may say so.I write this letter to you knowing that, at present, I cannot seem to make personal contact with you. Certain circumstances prevent us from openly being with each other. You do not know of the many times I've tried. I have decided to end it now. To end this unsatisfied hunger of love from driving me to insanity.I ask you now to meet me at the North Tower at exactly 10 pm of tomorrow. I'll be waiting.Yours Truly,The One Who Loves YouThe one who loves you. This thought echoed in Hermione'