Dear Granger Hermione,

I would like to know you, the real you that is. I'm Afraid Too stubborn to ask at school, and yes, I'm a fellow student at Hogwarts. I wont be revealing more about myself until you know the real me. I'm afraid that wont be for a long time, a very long time. If you accept this, I would like to place a few questions out there. What was it like? Being a Muggleborn and all. What was your reaction to being magical like? What makes you the Gryffindor that you are? And what the bloody hell is with your hair?

-Your pen pal New friend Something.

Hermione put the letter down and leaned over her desk to read it a few more times, it was legitimate. The handwriting was beautiful, but not recognizable. She couldn't figure out who it could possibly be, it probably wasn't a Gryffindor, because she knew them all. It probably wasn't a Muggleborn, because of the questions they asked. And it probably wasn't a female, because of the rude hair question. The way they crossed a few things out also confused her. It hinted things too. Granger was crossed out, so it meant the persons first response was to call her by her last name, this ruled many more people out. He didn't want to say afraid, meaning he didn't like the thought of being afraid, but it was the first word that came to mind. He didn't want to say friend, or pen pal. Probably because they didn't want to weird her out much. The paper was ripped in the corner and crumpled up everywhere else, meaning the person had tried to grab it back from the owl after it had taken flight. She knew who she was writing. She pulled out a quill and began to write.

Dear 'someone',

I would actually like to know you too. But before I ask you questions, I will answer yours.

I wouldn't have any other blood, I love being a Muggleborn. I get to experience both worlds, the magical and non-magical. Knowing how to use a wand, and how to cook a proper dinner is brilliant. Though, I'm afraid that most others don't know the joy. My reaction to being magical wasn't that bad, though, I must say I didn't believe it at first, it was like being opened to a whole new world of possibilities. Either that or it was all some elaborate prank. It wasn't until I performed my first spell that I truly believed magic was real. I guess that's just me, a little stubborn, like you. What makes me a Gryffindor? I have no idea honestly, I know I am brave, but I'm also smart, and cunning. At least that's the way I see myself. I am head-strong, and arrogant sometimes, but that's just because of my bad influences. Harry and Ron. You probably know their names. Actually, I know you know their names, because I know who you are. I want you to meet me in the library, In a hours time. I wont push you away for who you are, I will be civil and speak with you. I swear you wont have to call me Hermione, just stick to Granger. I'll ask you my questions then. Speak to you soon.

-Hermione Granger.

She spelled her name neatly and folded up the letter, the owl that had delivered the letter was still sitting at the library window. She attached the letter to its talon and sent it flying. As expected, it just flew straight down, towards the lake, a magical air bubble surrounded it as it submerged in the water. It had gone to the Slytherin common room.