"Now, this semesters assignment, we are going to learn the importance of communication."

All of the seventh years sat in the great hall with their breakfast and new schoolbooks on the tables in front of them. Ever since the war ended, Hogwarts has never been the same.

Professor McGonagall stood where Professor Dumbledore once stood to make speeches, behind his podium with his arms usually raised, but those day were gone. She continued on...

"The other professors and myself have agreed that, to prevent any more violence in the wizarding world for years to come, we are going to pair each and every one of you with another from another house, to show that communication between two very different people can mean the difference of a thousand wars."

To this news came a mixture of groans and sighs, Though they were four houses divided, the same thought was going through all of their minds.

Though Hermione thought it might be a good idea to unite wizards while they were still in school, she did not want any distractions while she was studying, and she didn't want to put the time or effort into writing someone who surly wont put the time or effort to write a good letter back, and the last thing she wants is to read a letter with spelling errors and grammar mistakes.

"Now, I want all of you to pull out a piece of parchment and your writing utensil, and write as neatly as you can, your gender, age, and personal interests. Be sure to not put your name or house; this will be the best part, you won't know who you're writing to."

Almost everyones eyes glanced up at McGonagall like she was insane. How can such an idea work?

"Each pair will be assigned one owl that knows to only go from one person's room to the other, and while the house elves put the assigned owls in the assigned rooms, please continue to make the most out of this fine year at Hogwarts." And on that note, she dismissed the class and left for her own class.

Hermione had a free period first, so she could have more time in the library, but she first went back up to her dorm room to see if her new "pen pall" has sent his/her information yet. She unlocked the door to see that a tiny ash grey owl with big brown eyes and a tiny black beak was perched on top of one of the posts of her four poster bed, but with no note. She guessed she had to be the first to send...

*Draco*

Draco returned to his room to skip muggle studies. He felt that if he wanted to know about muggles, he might as well disown himself from the Malfoy family tree. He returned to his room with this tiny owl perched on his bedpost with a piece of folded parchment in its mouth. Draco found this little guy kind of cute, but the purpose behind him was utterly stupid.

Not wanting to get in trouble with the headmistress, Draco took the one piece of parchment from the bird and gave him the other. As he watched the tiny owl fly into the distance, he unwrapped the parchment and found lovely, curvy handwriting.

Female, 17, interests include reading, writing, studying, solitude, autumn weather, and going to quidditch matches.

The mystery writer and himself actually have a lot in common. Maybe thats how the professors set it up, to where both senders can have something to write about until they actually met. But when they did meet, what then? Once everyone knew who they were talking to, would they speak ever again?

Draco wondered who his "partner" was, but no doubt she was in Gryffindor, McGonagall said something about communication, so she was just going to try to make them get along, which was never going to happen.

*Hermione*

Male, 17, interests include reading books, being outside, and playing quidditch.

Hermione felt relieved, at least they had books in common, she could talk about books for hours.

Smiling, she went to her desk to start writing to her new partner.