I sadly own nothing, no wait I do own some people, but I don't own Draco, which sucks. But anyways.
So here is my newest story. Hope you like.
Oh and throughout the story there will be a letter(s) then CAM after it. The letter(s) stands for a character and the CAM means that's who the main focus is kinda on during this time.
The letters are as follows:
D-Draco
H-Hermione
HP-Harry
G-Ginny
P-Pansy
B-Blaise
R-Ron
Now if there are any different CAM's I will give you a heads up. And not all these might be used.
Draco was tired of his father and the Death Eaters, so were Pansy and Blaise. Who saves them, who betrays them, and who is Hogwarts newest cute couple? 5th and 6th year never happened, 7th year anew. Please R&R. FYI: Sirius is alive, healthy, and innocent.
InnocentCh.1 Letters to no one
DCAM
Draco was having trouble. He didn't know what to do. This was his seventh year at Hogwarts, he made Head boy, and he and his 2 best friends were being forced to get the dark marks from their parents. Pansy and Blaise were getting theirs during the Easter holiday and his over Christmas. He was trapped, and he didn't want to talk about it with anyone. His dad had ears everywhere, but not eyes!
"Yes!" he yelled. This was not smart because it was the middle of the night, and classes started back up tomorrow. (a/n: Its the week before Halloween.)
"Get to bed Draco. Its like midnight," Blaise slurred.
"Ya good night. See you in the morning," he said a little to excitedly. He waited five minutes to make sure Blaise and everyone one was asleep when he silently got parchment, quill, and ink (emerald green, coal black, and blood red [his three favorite colors but he would never admitted to the red because of Gryffendors.)
When he got down to the common room it was empty and the fire was close to dead. He got a fluffy pillow, put it on the ground by the table and sat down. He then put his things on the table.
He started with the green ink writing:
'Whoever reads this, thank you. I am sorry to bother you but I needed to vent and maybe someone could help me. Hopefully you will. I have been forced to do stupid things by my parents, along with some friends of mine. If I don't do them, terrible things will happen. I can't talk about it because my father has ears everywhere.'
He stopped and read what he just wrote and he liked it. He decided to change to black ink. He did this for a reason.
'So can you help me? I will not reveal myself but I will give a fake name. My owl will know me by this, most do really. I am The Golden One, no I am not Harry Potter, and well you might know that because of having the parents' thing. I was given that name from many because I am so kind to others.'
Draco stopped again to read the black ink. He liked what he saw and switched to the red ink.
'And now I bid you a good day or night, depends on when you are reading this.
With much appreciation,
The Golden One
P.S. The green ink symbolizes the one I have to be in front of others (parents, colleges and such)
Black symbolizes the one I have to be around my father's friends.
Lastly red is who I really am. Who I wish to be but can't. The ones who gave me that name are the ones who know the red me, the real me.'
Draco read the whole thing over. He liked it. He then got a smaller piece of parchment out and wrote a small meaningless letter to his parents asking for money and sweets. Just in case, and this was in black ink.
When he was done he went to the owlery. It was 3 now, but no one did anything to him if they see him, they are all afraid of him, but he hated it.
When he got up there he saw another figure up here too. "My my Granger. No one accepted you in the tower. Good of them," he said in his 'I-hate-you' voice.
"Beat it Malfoy, I came here to think, but like you would really care. I was just leaving," Hermione left heatedly.
Draco decided to send his father's letter with his eagle owl, and the random note with a school owl.
"Here Dragon, give this to father," Draco told his owl. The owl flew off. Then he wrote on the outside of the other letter 'To whom this may concern'. He found a beautiful snowy owl he recognized as Potter's. "No not you sorry," he told her, and she hooted, but he choose the little owl next to it. (a/n: the little owl is pig)
"Here, can you go fly this to anyone. I don't care who gets it. Anybody is fine." He gave it to the little bird and it flew off.
Draco walked slowly to the Slytherin common. Once he got there he changed and went to bed feeling a little better.
HCAMIt was here final year here. She was head girl, and top of her class. This was perfect, well all but Draco Malfoy got head boy.
Hermione liked to come to the owlery late at night to think, and tonight was no different. She snuck out of her room around midnight to come sit and think.
She 'found' this place in her fifth year; she always sent Vicktor Krum letters in the dead of night, only because she didn't want Harry and Ron to know along with the rest of the school.
Hermione had been up here for some time when she heard something. Not just any something, but it sounded like a person. A tall dark figure walked in.
"My my Granger. No one accepted you in the tower. Good of them," Malfoy said with a sneer.
"Beat it Malfoy, I came here to think, but like you would really care. I was just leaving," Hermione stormed off. "How dare he ruin my peace! That was completely rude of him." Hermione walked around the castle a bit then went back up to the tower to go to bed.
But when she got back up there a letter was on her bed. But it was addressed weirdly. 'To whom it may concern'.
She opened it and pulled out a letter written very neat long slanted curls. A proud and smart person wrote it. It read:
Whoever reads this thank you,
Whoever reads this, thank you. I am sorry to bother you but I needed to vent and maybe someone could help me. Hopefully you will. I have been forced to do stupid things by my parents, along with some friends of mine. If I don't do them, terrible things will happen. I can't talk about it because my father has ears everywhere.
So can you help me? I will not reveal myself but I will give a fake name. My owl will know me by this, most do really. I am The Golden One, no I am not Harry Potter, and well you might know that because of having the parents' thing. I was given that name from many because I am so kind to others.
And now I bid you a good day or night, depends on when you are reading this.
With much appreciation,
The Golden One
P.S. The green ink symbolizes the one I have to be in front of others (parents, colleges and such)
Black symbolizes the one I have to be around my father's friends.
Lastly red is who I really am. Who I wish to be but can't. The ones who gave me that name are the ones who know the red me, the real me.
Hermione was shocked. She couldn't believe what she was reading. She felt bad for the boy. She will befriend him, who ever he is. Hermione decided to write a reply in the morning, when she woke up. She hid the letter, got changed into pj's and fell fast asleep, sad for whoever that was.
When Hermione woke, Lavender was already putting on make-up chatting with Parvatiwho was doing her hair.
"Good morning Hermione," they said together.
"Hey," Hermione wasn't a morning person, that's why she was up all hours of the night. She loved darkness.
Hermione grabbed a piece of parchment, quill and color changing ink. She got back into her bed and wrote.
Golden One,
Wow, I am sorry for your misfortune. I hope I can help in some way. Do not worry about your parents. Parents all do that in one way or another. Mine are making me go into a profession I would NEVER want to do. But they hurt me in ways I know very few people indorse. It's mental abuse, one of the worst EVER to heal. Physical pain can heal but mental pain cannot. I try to get help from my friends but sometimes they are more worried about their next Quidditch match. But maybe we could meet sometime.
Your welcome,
Fire
(the owls know me be this)
When Hermione was finished with the letter she put it in an envelope. She got ready quickly, putting her books in her bag, and everything else. She finished by putting on sheer cheery lip-gloss.
"See ya girls later," Hermione called running out the room.
"Bye Hermione," they called back to her.
Hermione ran down the stairs to the common area, almost running into Neville. "Sorry!' she yelled running out the 'door'. She didn't stop till she hit the owlrey. She called for silver, her favorite school owl, and tied the note to her leg.
"Now time for breakfast," she told herself.
When Hermione walked in people were already opening owl post. She scanned the great hall and saw Malfoy and his cronies laughing about something. But she didn't bother it; she walked over to the Gryffendors table and sat in between Harry and Ron.
"Hey Hermione where were you earlier?" Ron asked.
"I had a letter to send," she smiled grabbing a piece of toast and some cheery jam (I wonder if there is a cheery jam). She loved cheery but Ron hated them. But that's ok.
"So beautiful, what are we doing today," Ron asked her.
"Ron I'm flattered, but I'm not gay and Hermione might get jealous," Harry joked.
"Ha ha Harry," Ron dry laughed.
"Um I don't know. Lets just go to the lake at lunch and have a picnic you guys," Hermione said.
"That's a great idea Hermione," Ron told her putting his arm around her shoulder kissing her forehead.
"Get a room," Pansy yelled across the hall.
"If your so worried then quit looking over here," Ron yelled back.
"We can look where ever we want to Weasley," Blaise shouted.
"Keep out of it Zambini," Harry yelled.
"Why fight back your going to lose," Draco shouted.
"Shut up!" Hermione shouted, "You three are so immature, get a life, and stay our of ours! She finished then stormed out of the great hall.
Everyone knew she had a bad temper, but this was by far her worst out break.
"Hermione, Hermione!" Ron yelled running after her. "Hey you ok?"
"No, I'm just tired of everything. I'm just-"she paused.
"I know, but just remember, I'm always here for you," turning around he slowly went back to Harry.
Hermione walked slowly to her first class, transfiguration. When she got there the door was open and nobody there. She got a seat in the front. Harry and Ron would hate it but screw them.
She got out a piece of parchment, quill, and ink. In her most unique handwriting she wrote:
Ron,
I know what you are doing. I've seen you with her. Hermione would not like it, to know you are cheating on her. Break up with her, or I will tell her. You wouldn't want that would you? Hermione might just kill Lavender and Cho. Break it to her nicely, and no one will get hurt.
Yours lovingly,A Friend
'A year, Ron and I have been dating a year. At the end of last year is when I saw him with Lavender. Two days later I saw him with Cho. But I loved him to much to break up with him. This was the only way.' She put a spell on it to send to his next class and appear at his seat. Simple magic any 6th year and older could do.
"Hey you guys up here," Hermione said cheerily to Ron and Harry as they walked in.
"Are you better?" Harry asked.
"Ya, I'm good. So-" but she was interupted by McGonagall telling the class to sit down.
When the class was over Hermione headed for Ancient Runes, and Harry and Ron went to Hagrids. Hermione wanted to see Ron recieve the note, but it might come to there Defence class.
When she walked in she saw on the bored names on make shift desks. She guessed it was a seating chart and it was. So who did she sit next to? "Blaise Zambini!?" she whisper shouted.
"Yes Ms. Granger, Mr. Zambini is the only Slytherin in the class as you are the only Gryfendor. The other houses have multiple numbers."
"Just great." she huffed, as she sat in her seat. Blaise was not here yet, good She will do some magic to his seat then. She performed some complex non-verbal spells to make his chair every time he got an answer wrong. She thought it would be a laugh, and it was.
The first time they wrote stuff down his work was wrong. And all of a sudden the room was full of a high pitched scream.
"What was that?" the teacher yelled. "Mr. Zambini what did you do?"
"I don't know. Granger do you know?" Blaise yelled.
"No, what's going on?" she shouted back, laughing on the inside
Finally the first chapter is complete. I took out a bit but I don't really think its to important. I hope you like this too. I know I loved writing it. So please read and review. And I will need your help in a few chapters. But first I want a little poll on who you would like to see in this 'story', and I will try to tie it all in. But the rate its going for latter chapters, you might already have your wishes granted.
Love you all,
Malinda.