This story is a joint effort between myself((The Hermione parts)) and my beta, twistedartist((The Draco parts)). Please enjoy! Don't forget to check out our other work! ^_^!
Hermione stared at the paper sitting on the desk in front of her. She'd read the letter so many times in the past six months, and each time it still made her sick to her stomach. She hadn't met the person that'd written it, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that Ron had been cheating on her with that woman. Shaking with her anger, Hermione put the letter away again and pulled out a clean sheet of paper and a pen. She could think of one thing that would make her feel better, and so she started to write.
You,
Yes, you are the intended recipient of this letter. How are you enjoying your lovely stay at your villa? I do hope that your servants are obeying your every whim. It has been so long since I have talked to you, and I have sorely missed our little "chats"! It would be lovely to hear from you again! Ron and I are no longer together. We broke up about six months ago. Ugh, alright, I cannot lie. Not even to you; Ron and I have been separated for six months, three days, five hours, and 23 minutes. Is it sad that I know that? You were right about him, he is as much a git as you are. He cheated on me, and what's worse, is that I can't hate her for it or blame him. She's gorgeous, you see, so why wouldn't he want to be with her instead? Then to make matters worse, she was kind enough to hex him when she found out about me, and then write me a letter telling me everything. It doesn't stop the pain though. You've always been so good at blocking out your emotions, and I truly envy you that ability.
Hermione stopped writing and read over the letter, shaking her head she continued.
I don't know where I got off track. How did this letter go from snide towards you, to me pouring my heart out to you? You can think whatever you want, you bloody tosser, but by the time you can use this against me, I will already be over it! You will never be able to hurt me the way your family did during the war!
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger
She looked it over once more, nodded, the placed it carefully inside of an envelope, and owled it to the intended receiver.
"Mail Call! Nott, Zabini, Parkinson... Malfoy!" Draco sat up and stared at the guard rather bewildered. The man glared at him, and thrust the envelope through the bars again. Draco stood and rushed over to get the letter. He looked down at his name. It was written in beautiful script, a hand he did not recognize.
'figures... it's probably some ministry bull. Mum never writes me, and Father has been gone for a few months now.' his thoughts were bitter. With a sigh he dropped onto his bunk and ripped open the letter. He sneered as he read it.
'So the mudblood is looking to annoy me. Well, lets see how she likes my response.' he got up and rifled through the drawers at the foot of his bed. He dug out a pencil and some paper.
Mudblood,
So kind of you to inquire how my stay at my 'villa' is going. As if you don't know exactly where I am.
After all, your beloved Scarhead and Weasel put me here... Oh wait. You don't love the Weasel anymore. How delightful. For a blood traitor even he grew a brain. I cant believe you have the audacity to write me. I almost cant believe that I'm writing you back. Here's to the end of a bad thing.
Delightfully yours,
D. Malfoy
Draco signed with a flourish so hard he tore the paper a bit. He jammed the note into an envelope, and stuck it through the bars.
"Outgoing!" he growled as the guard took the letter.
"You know we read these right Malfoy?"
"Yes. It doesn't matter." the guard shrugged and took the paper from the young man. With a sharp nod, Draco stomped over to his bed to wait for work call to start.
Hermione sat at her desk, trying hard to refrain from pulling out her dreaded letter. She let her head thump down upon her desk and just sat there like that for a good ten minutes, before she heard the unmistakable sound of an owl. She looked up just as an owl dropped a letter on the desk in front of her. She read it over, her features remain impassive, while her eyes shined with anger.
Malfoy,
First his name is not Scarhead, it's Harry! Perhaps it's a good thing that you're in there! Maybe it will give you time to actually try and work on your intelligence for the first time in you miserable little life! I take back what I said; you're an even bigger git than Ron is! The war is over you miserable, little, good for nothing, ferret! GET OVER IT! As for Ron being a blood traitor, being able to see past a person's own bloody nose does not make one a blood traitor. It simply means that they're not a stuck up, lousy, piece of scum that feel's they're Merlin's gift to the earth! Now, I'm so sorry that you're not enjoying your stay at a place where you're not treated like the god that you think that you are, but I do believe it will do you some good to have a healthy dose of a reality check!
Always,
Hermione Granger
Hermione attached her response letter to the owl's leg and sent him on his way. She smiled, Draco may be a real git, but this was starting to make her feel better for the first time since she'd gotten that letter. She stood and stretched. It was time to get to work on cleaning house.
Draco stared at the paper. The audacity of the woman! He glared at his ceiling for a moment.
Granger,
I know his name, I choose not to use it you sanctimonious cow. I don't even want you writing me! Quit reminding me how far I have fallen! How I went from Slytherin Sex God to having to watch my back in the showers I will never know. And what, no defense for me calling the Weasel names? Hmm? I'm not the only one that needs to get over previous assumptions. Being Pureblood doesn't mean I'm the only one with prejudices! Why dont you learn a little more about my traditions, huh? Your nose is always in a book anyway! Merlin, I HATE YOU woman! Learn to respect your betters!
Bite Me,
D. Malfoy
He sealed the letter and stuck it out of the bars. He was nearly back to his bed when the bell rang signaling the start of work for the day.