A/N: Hello there! My second multi-chap FanFiction. It will be about 1,000 words a chapter so I can post more frequently.
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Hate Mail to Love Notes
Chapter 1: Start
DRACO MALFOY
I regard the miserably large pile of notes in front of me. Love letters.
Piles every morning. Why, oh, why am I blessed with such charm and good looks?
At first it was a nice perk of being me. But now, it's just damn annoying.
An owl flies in and drops another note. I look at Blaise, "Greengrass. Younger one." I've come to recognize each owl that flies in and I'm starting to scare myself. It's nauseating.
"I'm sorry, mate." Says Blaise, giving me a sympathetic look, "I would help, but that's a lot of girls."
Another owl flies in and drops yet another note. This one I don't recognize. I pick it up, really curious.
"Who's that?" says Blaise
"I do not know." I say, unfolding it.
Malfoy,
Roses are red, violets are blue
Everyone despises you
And I do too.
-Hermione Granger
I roll my eyes, get out a quill and write on the parchment.
Granger,
Why the hell did you write me that?
-Draco Malfoy
The owl delivers the letter and then comes back with another piece of mail.
I'm extremely bored.
-Hermione
Only boring people get bored.
-Draco
Then your life must be pretty dull.
-Hermione
I look up to the Gryffindor table and eye Granger. She looks up and makes a face at me.
You're supposed to be thirteen, not six.
-Draco
And you weren't supposed to be born yesterday.
-Hermione
By the way, I'm the top of my class, next to you. And if I remember correctly, yesterday I earned more than fifty points for my house in one class.
-Draco
You're top of the class?
-Hermione
Yes. And why would my life be dull if I have these piles of love notes?
-Draco
Do you read them?
-Hermione
No. They're all nauseating.
-Draco
Why are you telling me this?
-Hermione
I do not know.
-Draco
I look up and she shrugs. I make a face to get us back on track.
You're supposed to be thirteen, not six.
-Hermione
Wow, great comeback.
-Draco
Thanks, I know.
-Hermione
She gives me a fake smile and bats her eyelashes. I roll my eyes.
"So who's it from?" says Blaise
"No one." I say
"Oh, yeah? I bet it's someone you like." Says Blaise
"Well you're wrong. Really, really wrong." I reply
"Mmmhhhmmmmm?" says Blaise, shaking his head
I look down at the few letters from Granger. I pick up my quill again.
Wow, really mature.
-Draco
Just like you!
-Hermione
But I have better hair.
-Draco
Because I totally care.
It rhymes so it's true.
It's true that I don't care.
-Hermione
I look up and see her get up with her belongings. Her two puppy followers trail after her, on the way to my Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Blaise, we have DADA. Right now." I say grabbing my stuff
"Right," says Blaise, also getting up
Blaise walks out of the hall and I start to follow. When I get back to the door I turn around and rush back to my spot at the table and grab the letters. This is going to be a very interesting rest of the year.
HERMIONE GRANGER
I look up at Professor Snape, who has just snubbed my question and thanked Malfoy for howling. I glance at Malfoy and he passes a note to me.
Ron and Harry don't notice me open it.
If you don't care, why do you tell about it?
-Draco
I like to rub things in your face.
Plus it's funny to see you try to twist my words. Try and fail.
-Hermione
Oh, sure, that's totally rubbing something in my face. I never twist your words; I just fix them to my liking.
-Draco
Exactly my point. Thank you for proving it for me.
-Hermione
What? How confusing!
-Draco
I am smarter than you!
-Hermione
No. It's just that no one can see past your logic.
-Draco
I roll my eyes and fold up the parchment.
"Hermione?" Harry said "C'mon. We need to go."
Class is over already? That was quick. I pick up my books and the few scraps of parchment that were from Malfoy. Why would I ever want to keep notes from Malfoy? Because they are extremely entertaining, that is my guess on why I want to keep these little letters.
"One sec. guys," I say, grabbing another scrap of parchment and scribbling quickly
Well, everyone can see that you're faking your arm still hurting.
-Hermione
She gave her note to her small owl and let it fly away to Malfoy. It soon came back.
Don't you think it's funny that we loathe each other yet we sign our letters with first names?
-Draco
Not really. I still loathe you, no matter what. Stop changing the subject.
-Hermione
I hardly changed the subject. So you and Weasley are on bad terms?
-Draco
There you go again. None of your business.
-Hermione
It is my business, being your enemy I have the right to use that against you.
-Draco
Well, the answer is no. Why? Does it seem like it?
-Hermione
No.
-Draco
What the hell?
-Hermione
Nothing.
-Draco
Where are you going here?
-Hermione
I have no idea.
-Draco
Should we stop?
-Hermione
Naah…
-Draco
This surprised me. Why would Draco Malfoy even want to talk to me? Or, you know, write notes. So I answer with this.
Why would you want to write to me?
-Hermione
You started it.
-Draco
You carried on with it.
-Hermione
Oh…
-Draco
One point for me, nil for you.
-Hermione
Since when were we taking points?
-Draco
Since you became really annoying.
-Hermione
Point for you.
-Draco
"Thank you," I whisper as I walk past him on the hallway. As I walk of I feel his eyes on my back. Oh, this would be fun.
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