Hermione's Point of View

Hermione kicked the door of her dorm opened and threw herself on her bed, which was the closest to the door. She heard a muffled 'Hoot' coming from under her and jumped up, looking at the handsome barn owl. The tag on its leg read 'Aries'.

"Oh yeah, that project. I need to take my mind off Malfoy. I do not like him," the Gryffindor told herself firmly. She smiled at the owl, getting no response of course, and took a quill and parchment out of her book bag. Leaned against the headboard of her bed and began to write.

Dear Someone,

I suppose I'll write first, if I have the owl, eh? Not to burden you

with all of my troubles—well, that's what this program is for, so

I'll apologize ahead of time. I think I might like this guy—let's call

him Bob. (That's not really his name.) I'm really not supposed to

like this guy, but I can't help it. I think that I don't really like

him, just his good looks. But I don't know if even I believe

myself. Tell me that I don't like him. Tell me it's not possible

to like someone so impossibly wrong for you.

Sincerely,

Violet Otter

A/N-I am entirely uncreative when it comes to names. I just took one of my favorite colors and Hermione's patronus to make a name. I apologize.

Hermione attached the letter to Aries' leg and watched him fly out the window. She lay back down on her bed, thinking. 'I can't really like Malfoy, can I? He's too evil. I know that. He calls me Mudblood. He's probably a Death Eater, for heaven's sake! He and Harry are mortal enemies. Harry would kill me if he found out! Of course, he can't be too bad, if he used to be friends with Paige, right? She's a great person. Of course, they were only 9 at the time…Oh, Merlin. What am I going to do? I like Draco Malfoy!'

Draco's Point of View

Draco had only just got away from Pansy. He had told her that he was feeling sick and that he needed to go lie down. It was half true—he definitely felt sick from being slobbered on by her all evening. Yes, he had to admit, she had gotten better looking. But that didn't make her a better person. Draco shook his head. 'What am I doing? Good person? What? She's easy to bed! I'm the Slytherin King! Isn't that all I should care about! And what was with me thinking about Granger all evening? She does look great. And she's actually nice. But…No! It couldn't be…' Draco tried to clear his head of all these treacherous thoughts. He lay back on his pillow, arms folded under his head, looking at the ceiling.

All of a sudden, and owl flies through the open window and lands on his stomach. He sits up, startled, and pushed the owl off.

"Did that animal just land on me? How tactless. I'll bet that great oaf, Hagrid, trained these stupid things," he muttered to himself. He looked back at the owl and noticed a letter on its leg, and a tag that read 'Aries'. "Oh, yeah, that stupid project thing. Well, I guess I might actually be able to use someone to talk to right now. And it's not like they know who I am…"

He grabbed the letter and pulled it off the owls leg.

Dear Someone,

I suppose I'll write first, if I have the owl, eh? Not to burden you

with all of my troubles—well, that's what this program is for, so

I'll apologize ahead of time. I think I might like this guy—let's call

him Bob. (That's not really his name.) I'm really not supposed to

like this guy, but I can't help it. I think that I don't really like

him, just his good looks. But I don't know if even I believe

myself. Tell me that I don't like him. Tell me it's not possible

to like someone so impossibly wrong for you.

Sincerely,

Violet Otter

"Good job not burdening me with your troubles, then," he said sarcastically, but didn't really mind. If she wanted to share her feelings, it made it easier for him to do it without looking dumb. Without being the first to cross that line. Or any, really.

Dear Violet Otter,

I guess, yeah, that made sense. Since, to be honest, there was no owl waiting for me when I got back to my room. It's ok to burden me. Just don't get all pissy when I follow suit. No need to apologize. I know how you feel about 'Bob'.(I figured that wasn't his name, seeing as there is no one at Hogwarts named Bob. See how perceptive I am? Go me.) I am kind of in the same situation. Call her Jane. I can't like her, because she is my complete opposite in too many ways to list. And my friends would give me hell about it. But I can't get her out of my head. Odd. It's possible, trust me. And at least you don't have a father harping on you to follow in his footsteps when what you want to do is completely different.

Sincerely,

Silver Dragon

Draco attached the note to Aries' leg and pushed him off his bed. 'Wow, writing all that felt pretty good. It's cool to finally get it all out. Maybe I should start to keep a journal…' at this, Draco slapped himself.

"Getting into that kinky shit, now are we, Drake?" came a voice from the door. Draco started, looking up. The voice continued, "It's not my dig, but do what you gotta, I guess."

Draco watched his best friend, Samuel Spiel, walk to the bed across from his own. He sat down and pulled out two pieces of parchment. Draco sighed.

"At least I have the opportunity to be into anything besides my hand, Sam," he said. Sam laughed.

"True dat. True dat," Sam said. "Of course, I don't just bed anyone. I'm waiting until it feels right."

Sam looked down and adjusted his baggy leather jacket. This jacket was trademark Sam Spiel. When he wasn't in robes, he was wearing it. It had punk and ska band names, like Operation Ivy, Rancid, Sublime, The Misfits, Bones Brigade, etc. written on it in white out and sharpie, and it had small silver studs dotted all over it, and in lines along the collar and cuffs. His longish, flaxen-gray hair hung in his bright blue eyes. He looked back up and smiled.

"I'm a virgin, true, but I also don't have bitched like Pansy all over me all the time." Draco had to nod.

"Yeah, I see your point. So, why the fuck don't you ever buy new clothes? I know you've got the money. You live near me and Paige. Which means you're either rich or powerful. And your parents are some of the most volatile people I've ever met."

Sam laughed.

"Got my reasons. Speaking of, Paige is hot. God, damn, you know I've liked her since third year when she beat my ass at Quidditch. And she wasn't even on the team. I know you used to be friends. Wanna hook me up, finally?" Sam asked. He and Draco had had this conversation many times. He already knew the answer.

"No."

"Dude!" Sam shouted, making a rude gesture at Draco. "You dick. You know you could."

Draco nodded.

"I could. But I don't feel like it." He said. He knew that even though he and Paige weren't friends anymore, she wouldn't refuse him a favor. Possibly the only person she would refuse a favor was the Dark Lord. "Why don't you just ask her out? There's no way she'd say no. Too nice."

Sam shook his head.

"Pity date? No way. Hey, look at my letters from the project."

Someone,

It's going to be pretty obvious who I am. I'm not big on hiding things, nor am I very mysterious. I don't know why I got the first owl. Is it's name really Pinky? What a dumb name.

I hope you didn't name this owl.

Anyway, I don't really know what to talk about. So, I guess I'll talk to you later.


Later,

Prince of Punks

Draco grinned. He was totally obvious. He was the 'Prince of Punks'. The group of punks or posers in this school looked up to Sam like he was god. Sam didn't solicite it either. He was just himself, and he wasn't trying to be anything. He called himself 'Prince of Punks' when he was mocking himself or his followers.

Dear Prince of Punks

(AKA Samuel Spiel)


You are SO obvious! Haha. Tell Draco I say hi.

I don't really know what to say either. Now that I know who you are

This is going to be an interesting relationship, eh?

I'm sure we'll figure out what to talk about eventually.

Conversation starter?

Favorite song by Operation Ivy. I like Big City.

Love,

Gabsadd

Draco laughed.

"She's right. You are obvious. And, I know who it is. But I'm not going to tell you."

"Tell me, you asshole." Sam growled.

"Ok, dude, I know your stealth powers and connections. Find out who Violet Otter is and I'll tell you who Gabsadd is. And what Gabsadd stands for. Deal?" Draco offered. Sam nodded and held out his hand.

They shook on it.