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PROLOGUE
Hermione Granger would forever remember her thirteenth year as the year she realized she had a thing for blonde gits with heart-stopping smiles. It was also the year that she realized that being smart in school had absolutely nothing to do with matters of love.
She forgave herself for Lockhart after awhile. He was, after all, a teacher, an author, and the winner of Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile of the Year award, and he had sent much wiser and more mature hearts than hers aflutter. Sure, Harry and Ron might rib her about him (and they’d be right), but, in her defense, if Molly Weasley could have a crush on him, surely she wasn’t being too silly to have been blinded for even just a small amount of time by his strong jawline and patrician nose?
But there was another blonde git that year, though Hermione had never admitted it to anyone, and to her shame she’d even participated in the pink furor of Lockhart’s Valentine celebrations. It was just her luck that Ginny’s ridiculous singing valentine had taken center stage, because she’d actually sent one of her own. The best that could’ve been said about it was that she hadn’t mentioned fresh pickled toads. Instead, it had said:
Dear Draco,
I like you. Please ask me on a date.
I’d rather enjoy it if you would.
Love, Anonymous