Prompt #498 – Gefilte Fish – My Fair Lady – slashluv18 – Harry Potter

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Title: My Fair Lady
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #498 – Gefilte Fish
Warnings: None
Pairings: Mafalda/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 524
Summary: Mafalda receives a letter.

Mafalda Hopkirk finished her small and delicious dinner of gefilte fish. She would have had something a bit more elaborate if he didn't have to eat alone. As it stood, though, there was no reason to go through a lot of trouble for a meal.

She went into her room and began brushing her hair as the rain pelted against her window. It was Valentine's Day, and once again, she was alone.

It was something she had grown accustomed to, but it didn't mean she liked it. She felt the bitterness engulf her and resented the feeling. She didn't want to be bitter; she wanted to be happy and careful and shower people with love. Unfortunately, no one cared about or wanted her love.

Just as she put her hairbrush down on the vanity, she heard something tapping at her window. She looked and saw an owl impatiently waiting for her to let him in, a red bow tied around his neck.

Mafalda hurried to unlatch the window, and the owl quickly flew in, finally succeeding in escaping the torrent.

"Who would send an owl out in this kind of weather?" Mafalda questioned out loud.

Of course, there was no answer.

She took the envelope and opened it, pulling out a piece of pink paper. It was written in fancy lettering.

Dear Mafalda, my fair lady,

           You shine like the sun. You're more beautiful than the most delicate rose. When I see you, my heart pounds a dizzying rhythm. I want to hold you close, whisper sweet words of love in your ear.

           I want to tell you you're special. I want to spend each and every day with you, secure in the knowledge that you're mine and no one can ever take you away from me.

           But do I tell you? How should I tell you? Would you be receptive to my affection, or tell me I'm just a kid and I don't know what I want?

           Which is the answer?

           Happy Valentine's Day.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

Mafalda's eyes were opened wide. 'Someone's in love with me? I have a secret admirer?'

She reread the letter, her eyes lingering on the part about being a kid. "Must be someone much younger than me," she mused out loud.

She wanted to know who it was.

The next day, she stood at the top of the staircase as her eyes lingered on one Hermione Granger.

Hermione was helping a man who dropped his things thanks to overfilled arms, but that wasn't unusual. That was the character of Hermione: always wanting to help others.

As if sensing Mafalda's eyes on her, after Hermione was done helping the man, her eyes zeroed in on Mafalda.

Their gazes locked. Emotions played in Hermione's deep brown eyes. Even at a distance, Mafalda could read the uncertainty in them.

Mafalda smiled and waved slightly.

Hermione blushed and looked down at her feet and Mafalda felt her heart swell with hope.

Could her secret admirer be Hermione? She hoped so. Although Hermione was young, she knew she could never turn the other girl away. She wanted Hermione way too much.