She sat next to the frozen lake in her winter apparel, sitting in the Indian style position. The ground was covered in a white sheet, and the little pieces of fabric fell, gently from the sky. Reaching up and catching one, she examined, very closely, the dainty little snow flake. Its crystal exterior was a contrast to the weak body build up. She lied down on the cold white blanket, and made an angel, but her inner self, didn't feel like an angel. It was writing uncontrollably inside her telling her to go and say something to him. She rolled her eyes to herself, and kept the argument going, but what if they were to find out….they should be able to understand...they're my friends but they hate him, how could they understand…you wont know until you say something. Not being able to take it anymore, Hermione picked her self up and walked back in the lonely cold halls of Hogwarts. Her tiny feet walking were the only noise, here. Everyone was packing because tomorrow morning, they were leaving the beloved school, to go home to their families, for the holidays. Not a smile entered her face, as she walked up the moving stair case. Entering the Hogwarts dormitory, she passed the two people, who loved her the most, but they love right now, she could not return. "Hermione…" Ron began, but she gave him, a haunting look and went straight up stairs to the girls dormitory. She found a note lying on her bed,
Missing you already-D.
Hermione smiled to herself, as she changed the frozen clothes into another outfit, just like she always did when she wrote to Draco, or even talked to him, with Draco it was always another outfit, she could still be wearing the same robes but it was always another outfit. Since they started writing their secret notes she had gotten creative, like once, she sent him a pair of glasses, but when he and only he wore them there were letters spelling out, LOVE YOU. He went for that kind of stuff, with him it was always something different. Still she was still hoping for something, a spark from him, instead all she got was a dimly lit candle. Climbing into bed Hermione clutched the note, and fell asleep with it.
She walked down to breakfeast same as she always did; she then spotted him at his Slytherin table. She pointed her wand at him and muttered a spell….
Draco sat next to Blaise, the morning off going home for holiday. The air was fresh outside and the sun was already shimmering through the stained glass windows of the dinning hall. Grabbing his tea, he poured the hot water in and when about to take a drink, looked down and saw the herbs from the tea bag spilling out spelling, good morning. As the morning mail came in he flicked his wand at one of Hermione's letters.
Two pieces of mail dropped onto the place setting in front of her, the first from her parents the second from a Mr. Ocard. Giggling she opened the mail and saw the first note of the day morning to you too.
Draco's second note came in his potions class, when his ink spilled all over his leg, it then transformed in words, when are you leaving.
Sitting in Professor Trelawny's class Hermione looked into her crystal ball and saw words spelling out from the mist, not till tonight, my parents can't pick me up till then…you?
His next note came, when the text books title rearranged itself to in the afternoon, going to the Weasley's. The day continued, with chalk board writings, teachers being possessed by some "ghost". It came time for Hermione to leave, walked out of the main entrance, and passed by Draco and his friends, smiling she looked down at her cloak and instead of Gryffindor it spelled out goodbye and instead of a lion it was Draco's face.
Entering the building Draco watched Hermione leave, and went to his bed and looked out the windows and saw the clouds make a waving hand. Hermione strolled up the stairs to her bedroom, and heard Ginny's voice screamed " You have a package." Spirits brightened Hermione ran to her room, and saw abox of her favorite candies, each having a different message written on the box, or on the candies, saying all the notes she had given him in the past four years. The candle exploded.