Chapter One
Draco was pacing back and forth in his room, trying to figure out what to do about the letters. For the past month, letters kept arriving to his house by mistake. Again and again, Draco Malfoy yelled at the idiotic owl for the mistake. Each letter was either addressed to Harry Potter, or Ron Weasley. They were always signed in the familiar cursive signature of Hermione Granger. Draco glanced at the pile of letters sitting on his desk, when he heard a tap at the window. Draco turned around and saw the barn owl pecking at his window, another letter with cursive writing on the front was held in its beak.
"No!" Draco yelled at the owl as he opened his window and swatted at the bird. "Wrong person, you bloody fool," Draco tried to shoo the barn owl away, but she flew over his arms and into his room, dropping another letter onto the stack and the owl perched herself on his four post bed. Draco groaned and glared at the owl. The owl began picking at it's feathers as Draco looked at the newest addition, which was just a parchment with the a few words scrawled on it.
'Dear Ron, Meet me in Hogsmeade as soon as you read this,
Hermione'
Draco sighed and ran over to Granger's owl and swatted at it again. "Get out of my house you bloody bird." The owl screeched and took flight, soaring out of his bedroom window and beyond sight.
After slamming his window shut, Draco sat down on his bed and groaned. He ran his fingers through his pale blonde hair and looked over at the letters once more. Obviously he couldn't trust the owl to deliver all these letters back to Hermione, or to Harry and Ron themselves. The only way to fix this problem was to find a way to deliver them to Hermione herself. "Perfect," Draco mumbled to himself as he stood up. He walked over to his desk and grabbed the letters by the handful, and began shoving them into his inner robe pockets. He looked into the mirror and quickly fixed his hair before grabbing his wand and with a large crack, apparating in Hogsmeade. After the near suffocation feeling faded away, Draco looked around.
He was in the middle of the streets of Hogsmeade, which was as busy as ever. The streets where flooded with people all heading in and out of shops all around. How in the bloody hell was he suppose to find Granger? Draco began making his way down the streets, glancing at crowds of witches and wizards, and peeking into shops. Finally he spotted Hermione sitting in the Three Broomsticks, sipping from a butter beer glancing at the clock.
Suddenly Draco felt alarmingly uneasy. He hadn't seen Hermione in so long, she seemed to have a different appearance then he remembered. Draco blinked once and shook his head. He pushed the door open and made his way to her table. Only with a slight hesitation, he tapped lightly on her shoulder.