DISCLAIMER: This story is based on a YouTube video series by one of my favourite vidders xxtingxx. Look her up; she's really is brilliant. I own nothing; the storyline belongs to xxtingxx, I just filled it out to make it into a story. All characters belong to JK Rowling, 'Vicky' belongs to xxtingxx. Enjoy!

Hermione Granger is sixteen years old and in her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She is a very intelligent muggleborn witch, always achieving top marks in her subjects. She has long, bushy brown hair, a fair pretty face and large brown eyes that caught the attention of many. She has a radiant smile that lit up the very room with perfect white teeth; admittedly with a little help from Madam Pomfrey when she was just fourteen.

She was currently sitting on her bed, bleary eyed and her hair a tangled mass. She yawned widely, rubbed her eyes and made her way to her dressing table. Sitting down, she attempted to calm the mass of hair with a brush, wincing a little at the knots. She hummed a random tune to herself, feeling rather bright that particular morning, as she placed her hairbrush back where it belonged. As she leant forward to put it down, a sheet of parchment caught her eye and her contagious smile spread across her lips.; this very parchment was indeed the same parchment she had been reading and re-reading for the past week...

Dearest Hermione,

I have, so to speak, a confession to make to you. As bizarre as this may sound, I feel I must tell you this, for I simply cannot rest if I don't. I have been most troubled; since the day I met you in Flourish and Blotts, I have found it most difficult to erase you from my mind. Of course at that time, I pushed this thought aside; you were just a child, and a... well, not of my particular heritage. But I can't hold this to myself any longer; Hermione Granger, I love you. I love you more than life itself and Merlin knows I hope and pray you feel the same.

Forever yours,
Lucius

At first, Hermione was utterly flabbergasted; the man who had vehemently loathed her and anyone of her muggleborn heritage, but that she carried a secret burning desire for, had just professed his love to her. It seemed absolutely absurd, and she did wonder momentarily if it were some kind of cruel trick being played upon her. However, Hermione knew that that option was impossible, and she responded to him right away, returning his love. Ever since that day, her stomach had been burning with anxiety, awaiting his reply.

Lucius Malfoy was a pureblood wizard who worked high up in the Ministry of Magic. He was tall, well built and quite handsome, with long, white blonde hair, sharp features and piercing grey eyes that captured the hearts of many women. His unique looks, along with his flowing black robes gave him an air of mystery; often turning heads wherever he were to go. Of course he enjoyed this attention, but his heart belonged to just one person, and he felt it always would.

At this precise moment, Lucius was sitting on the edge of his bed, his hair as neat and carefully tended to as it always was, One hand curled into a fist around a piece of parchment and one hand covering a yawn. He raised himself and looked into mirror, rubbing his eyes roughly. Pulling open the door of his walk-in wardrobe and almost immediately spied a fresh set of robes; black, of course, as many of them were. Closing the door and noting his appearance in the mirror, he smiled to himself proudly before sitting himself down again and re-read the parchment he had been holding onto tightly, worried he may lose it, or it be found by his son, Draco.

Lucius,

I am shock to learn this from you, for I feel much the same, and I'm quite elated at our feelings for one another; I feel sure that fate has brought us together. Heavens above, I was always under the impression that you despised me but now, I know different. We must devise a plan to break the news to everyone, for we cannot keep our feelings a secret any longer. I'm sure we shall find a way.

All my love,

Hermione

Lucius still found it hard to believe his luck even now, after the way he had treated this wonderful girl, she still bore love for him. It was almost too good to be true. "Vicky!" He called out to his maid. "Vicky!" He called out again after receiving no answer. "Coming Mr Malfoy, sir!" Came a loud, cockney accent from another room. There was a knock on the door a few moments later and then entered Vicky. "Good morning Vicky, I trust you slept well?" Lucius asked her. "As well as any, sir." She replied to him. "Good news, however, I have a task I wish for you to carry out. I need you to deliver a note to one, Miss Hermione Granger." His voice softened slightly at her name. "I believe she currently resides at a place called The Burrow; home of the Weasley family." He passed the note to her. "Do ensure she receives it as soon as possible." He turned his back, Vicky's cue to leave. "Good day, Mr Malfoy." Vicky turned to leave. "I sincerely hope it is," Lucius replied.

Hermione made her way downstairs for breakfast. She was greeted by the delicious smell of Mrs Weasley's cooking. "Morning Mrs Weasley," she smiled. "Morning dear, breakfast won't be long now. Did you sleep well?" Mrs Weasley enquired. "Very well, thank you." Hermione seated herself at the table just as Mrs Weasley set down her breakfast. "I don't suppose there's been any post for me at all?" She asked as she chewed on her toast. "No dear, there hasn't been any this morning. Were you expecting some?" Hermione waved her hand, signalling that it was no big deal. Mrs Weasley finally settled in a chair and fanned herself, worn out from working hard all morning. "You know Mrs Weasley, you work too hard. You never take time out for yourself." Mrs Weasley merely smiled modestly. "That's very sweet of you dear." She said to her. "I'm serious," replied Hermione. "Why, just last week Harry and Ron locked away my books and practically frog marched me out with them." She laughed a little at the memory. "I was ever so grate-" She stopped suddenly at the sound of the door knocking. "I'll get it... I wonder who it could be."

Opening the door she was met by a stout woman wearing an apron, a dusting cloth tucked into the pocket of her trousers. "Good morning, may I help?" The woman nodded. "Yeah, as a matter of fact you can dear, I take it you would be Miss Hermione Granger?" She asked, none too shyly. "I would be, and you are... ?" Hermione cocked an eyebrow and smiled widely; though she had never had the pleasure of meeting this woman before now, there was something so delightfully likeable about her and her heavy cockney accent. "Yep, you're definitely her," said the woman, giving Hermione a long, searching look. "Anyway, my name's Vicky; I'm Lucius Malfoy's maid. He sent me here to give you this-" She passed Hermione a rolled up sheet of parchment. "He's one lucky bloke; you really are as beautiful as he said, repeatedly..." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I must be off, he'll be wanting those windows washed today, always my favourite job." She rolled her eyes again before Disapparating.

Hermione, my love

There is a Hogwarts reunion ball being held at the school itself seven days from now. Would do me the pleasure and the honour of accompanying me? Apart from desiring the company of only you, it would also be the perfect opportunity to come out of hiding and reveal ourselves to all.

With love, always

Lucius

Hermione beamed brightly, and practically bounced back into the house, through the kitchen and up the stairs, failing to notice Harry and Ron being force fed their second helping of bacon and eggs. The boys looked at each blankly. "So come on then Harry, who do you reckon the lucky bloke was?" He grinned. "I dunno mate, but I'd love the kind of mood he's in!" The both roared with laughter and Mrs Weasley rolled her eyes and flicked her wand at the empty plates.

Meanwhile, Hermione was laying on her front across her bed writing her reply to Lucius. She was very excited and frequently made mistakes, therefore she was surrounded with little balled up bits of parchment. Finally, when she had managed to write it out neatly, it read like this:

Dearest Lucius,

I would be delighted to attend the ball with you, I wouldn't desire anybody else's company but yours, for no other company could bring me that pleasure. You are right, I could not have thought of a better plan myself. I'm sure that we shall make it a night to remember.

Love always,

Hermione

She folded up the latter and magically sealed it, decided to ask Harry if she could borrow Hedwig to deliver it. Going over to the top of the stairs, she called down, "Harry! Do you mind if I borrow Hedwig to deliver a letter?" she waited for a moment before hearing, "No problem, Mione!" With that, Hermione enticed Hedwig down from Ron's wardrobe and attached the letter to her, setting her off on the journey through the window. Hermione watched her fly until, finally, the little black speck in the sky disappeared.