You've got Owls!

This is a Draco-Hermione fan fic that is loosely based on the 1998 moive "you've got mail". I don't own that movie or harry potter, or basically anything in this fic. To briefly summarize: Two people, Draco and Hermione both join an anonymous pen pal group. They agree not to exchange any personal information, class, job, blood status, no names. They only know each other by their pen names and have no idea who they are actually talking to.

Dear Slyserpent152,

I have found that receiving your letters has become the highlight of my days. The second I hear that continuous tap on the window from the owl, my whole mood brightens. I honestly feel like I know you better than I know my flat mates. It's like we are old friends that can tell each other any secret we have. As long as it isn't specific.

My slyserpent152 I do hope you are well after your rendezvous. I hope it wasn't business related and that you got to sit on some luxurious sandy beach and drink overpriced, fruity cocktails.

Sincerely,

Bookworm99

My dearest Bookroom99,

I hate to say, but my rendezvous was hardly luxurious, and I am thankful to be home. There wasn't a single sandy beach in sight, much less a decent cocktail. That would have made the trip hallway bearable. Regardless, I am back at home once more. A week without your witty humor was dreadfully boring. Have you ever considered a career in comedy?

SlySerpent152

p.s. I started reading Circle the Cauldron

Oh! Tell me you love it! It is my favorite. I have read it at least a thousand times! The way poor Mathilda longs to have a sister to confide, only to find a long lost brother! It makes me long to have siblings. I am an only child and the concept of always having someone there to look out for you stir up mischief with seems lovely. I hope that isn't too specific? I suppose there are thousands of only children out there. That would hardly narrow it down. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the book.

Bookworm99

Bookworm99,

I am an only child myself, so I can understand the longing for a sibling. However, I am sure you get into enough mischief all by yourself. I almost believe that if I were to meet you in person, I would turn tail and run in fear.

Yours truly,

Slyserpent152

Ha! So says the slyserpent! That was one time and my coworker had it coming. The jinx was hardly permanent. I doubt there is even a scar!

What if we did meet in person?

Bookworm99

Hermione tied the letter to the waiting owl. It was an ordinary brown barn owl. It could have been from any corner of Britain or possibly somewhere from the coast of France, but that was the point. Early on they agreed to use ordinary looking owls, so as not to accidently give their identities away. She gave the owl a treat and it soared off.

She immediately regretted her letter. What if they did meet in person? Did she really want that? Why had she even thought of writing that? She thought of scribbling another quick note taking back what she said, but her book store was due to open in 15 minutes. She had to leave now if she wanted to open on time. Maybe when she got into work she could scribble a quick note. Without further ado, she apperated to her bookstore in Hogsmeade.

Not so far across town, a painfully ordinary brown owl swooped into his office and deposited a letter on his overflowing desk. If Draco beamed from ear to ear, well there was no one there that could attest to it. He eagerly tore open the letter, laughing as he read his penpal's words, until "What if we meet in person?"

The letter fluttered out of his hand. He had never considered meeting. He joined the anonymous penpal group so he could attempt to make friends with someone without the weight of his past overshadowing him. He lived his entire life in the spotlight. The Malfoy name had been somewhat cleared after the war, but he was now the CEO of Dragon Printing Co, one of the largest wizard publication companies in all of Britain. Every detail of his life was subject to being smeared across the tabloids, everything except his anonymous penpal. He had no name, age, or profession to go off of. He had no idea how Bookworm99 would react to finding out her penpal was the infamous former death eater, turned CEO.

At that exact moment, Pansy Parkison burst into his office trailed by two 8 and 6 year old girls. By some miracle they had taken after their father in looks. They were only slightly pug faced. Despite nearly a dozen cosmetic healers, Pansy's nose still resembled that of a dog.

"Draco," Pansy sniffed.

Draco groaned in reply as he was tackled by the twins.

"Unlce Draco! We missed you! Mommy said you would take us for ice cream!" The oldest Sandra beamed up at him.

"Pretty please!"The younger one Rose pulled on his sleeve.

Draco cast a look at Pansy, but she only shrugged. Despite, the rumors at Hogwarts, they had never been attracted to each other. Through generations of pureblood inbreeding they were practically cousins. It was only three days after graduation that Pansy announced she was getting married to Blaise. It was barely a month after that she announced she was pregnant with Sandra. As much as Pansy irked Draco, he adored the two small girls.

"Of course I'll take you for ice cream, and I have one other surprise planned for you girls today!" Draco ruffled their hair. "We had better get going, I don't want us to be late for your surprise."

He quickly stuffed the letter into his pocket and threw on his coat.

Hermione was running around the book shop getting, doing some last minute organizing before all the children would arrive. She had a small stage set up as well as a few of her favorite children's books both wizarding and muggle. Ginny was flitting from one parent to the next, making sure they found everything alright. Ginny played chaser for the Puddlemere, but during the off season she liked to help Hermione out.

Hermione was almost ready when no other than Draco Malfoy wandered into her store, followed by two adorable dark haired girls.

"Welcome to Shop around the corner! Are you girls here for story time?" Hermione bent down, glad she had an excuse to ignore Draco.

The girls nodded enthusiastically.

"Excellent! Well we have cookies and pumpkin juice over there. Story time starts in five minutes."

The girls wasted no time in grabbing Malfoy's hand and dragging him to the cookies.

"Uncle Draco we have to hurry. I want to sit up front."

"Alright, alright, just don't tell your mother I let you have so many sweets," he mumbled as he allowed himself to be dragged away.

Hermione watched them walk away. That explained the girl's dark hair color. They certainly didn't resemble Malfoy. She was sure it would have been in the Prophet for weeks if one of "London's most eligible bachelors" got married.

She was pulled from her thoughts by two loud cracks behind her. Fred and George Wesley appeared just behind her, hoping to scare her. She was so used to their antics by now that it had been weeks since either of them got a good scare out of her. To get back at them, she jinxed their couch to bit their bum as soon as they sat down. That had been a nasty surprise when Fred brought a date home a few weeks back.

"Hello Hermione!" They said in unison.

She gave them a warm hug in greeting. The children loved seeing the twins at story time. They managed to miniaturize a fireworks show so that they could be set off at different parts of story time. She wasn't sure who enjoyed the weekly tradition more, the twins or the children.

Today Hermione had a few muggle fairy tales picked out. The twins made sure to act the part of brave Prince charming as well as beautiful damsel in distress. They even had the parents laughing at their over the top antics.

By the time it was over nearly every child was taking home a copy of fairy tales. The brief rush of customers had died down leaving only, Draco Malfoy and his two girls in the store.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" Ginny offered after a few minutes. He appeared to be searching for something.

"No, I'll do it," Hermione grumbled. She wandered over to a muggle literature section that Malfoy was currently perusing. The years had certainly been kind to him. He had the strong lean body of a runner. His ashy blonde fell naturally around his face rather than being slicked back. His features were sharp, but in an alluring, masculine sort of way.

"Can I help you find anything?"

Malfoy jumped back. "Oh- uhm. No thanks Granger."

Maybe it was the way he said her name, or the way his faced seemed to be fixed in a permanent smirk, but it irritated her to no end.

"You realize you are in the muggle section?"

Malfoy froze and fixed his steely gaze on her. "You don't have to own a bookstore to be literate Granger. I can tell what books I am looking at."

"Well lucky for you, you own about a hundred bookstores."

"394 actually. We are even opening a Draco Publishing down the street."

"Then what on earth are you doing here?"

"Muggle books. My nieces love them and I would rather avoid muggle London if at all possible," Malfoy said, staring at the array of books.

"Yes. I am sure you would prefer to stay away from people that are so beneath you."

"Granger I didn't mean it like that-"

"Ginny will be happy to check you out when you are finished," Hermione sniffed. "I you will excuse me, I have some cleaning up to do.

She whirled around. If she was around that git for a moment longer, she would have to break his nose again.