Dear Granger,
Yes you, Mione! Fooling around only takes you so far. You ask me how I 'fake' sex. I’ve had 'fake' sex with several girls, and every time it felt good but wrong. A nice way of saying I got off, but what kind of endorsement is that? I'm a teenage boy. I could probably orgasm a freaking milk bottle. I have my needs and they provide. But I just left the milk bottle half empty...
One day, when school is over and Voldemort (yes, you convinced me to write his name) is dead, I long to live in Rome. A clear blue sky with the occasional cloud passing over the warm sun. I would sit on the edge of a fountain with an ice tea resting in the back of my knee and our letters on my thigh. I would dip a foot in the water as a warm slender hand rests on my shoulder and her body presses against my back as she sits down behind me.
I want that 'she' to be you Mione. You have no idea how much I want all that to be true.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Granger (Love Through Letters: Book 1)
FanfictionWhen Hermione Granger receives a mysterious letter, she feels the need to reply. Even without knowing the writer personally, she slowly begins to find out who they may be. But where will it lead her? Maybe into the unknown depths of her heart...
