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Pairing Up..
Looking over his timetable for the coming year, Harry sighed. Hermione looked up from her parchment to look at him.
"What's the matter Harry?" She asked worried. Even with Voldemort gone, she worried about how Harry would cope with all the things that had happened.
"I have potions quite a lot this year, you know, because I want to be an Auror but, it's just not going to be the same without Snape teaching it…"
Hermione looked at him sadly; she stood up and went to sit beside him on the Gryffindor sofa.
"Honestly Harry. You spent most of your life criticising and hating the man," She said quietly.
"But that was before I found out that he was protecting me the whole time," He reasoned, making Hermione nod.
"So, to make sure that he didn't die in vain, you killed Voldemort, and this year, you are going excel in potions. Right?" She said firmly.
"Right." Harry said, looking back at his timetable, not feeling all that reassured.
Just then Ron came down from the boys dorms and sat down on the floor. He placed a wizard's chess board on the table, "Fancy a game Harry?" He asked.
"Ron, you should be writing your letter! You heard what Professor McGonagall said." Hermione reprimanded.
Ron just rolled his eyes, "Seriously Hermione. You are not telling me you've started it already."
"In fact I've nearly finished it." She said, moving back over to her parchment. This earned a mumble from Ron, "Of course you have..."
Hermione ignored him and started writing on her parchment again. Harry and Ron started up a game of chess and each time it got noisy it just served to annoy Hermione some more.
"Hey Harry," A red headed witch said as she plonked herself next to the 'chosen one'.
Harry turned to her and grinned, Hermione looked at them and had to admit that it was about time that their relationship became more public.
"Hey Gin," He replied, putting his arm around her shoulder and leaning in to kiss her. Hermione looked at Ron and noticed that he had turned a very vibrant shade of red.
"Bet you wish you had started your letter now," She teased.
"Shut up Hermione," He grumbled before looking at the chess board again to determine his move. Hermione laughed and rolled up her letter.
"I'll be back in a minute guys, just gonna take this to the owlery to send," She said, grabbing her bag off the floor and walking out the portrait.
She walked to the owlery in silence, loving the quiet that surrounded her. As she neared the owlery she could hear the faint call of many owls. She took her letter from her bag and climbed up the steps. On the way she bumped into someone. Literally.
"Watch where you're going Mudblood." Came a sneering voice. Hermione looked up at the blonde headed boy and glared.
"Why don't you move then Malfoy? Oh yeah. How very inconsiderate of me, I will have to move just so the stairs can accommodate your big head." She spat, before pushing past him and making her way back up the steps.
Draco turned and glared at her, his eyes ice cold. He turned and walked down the steps, the glare never leaving his face.
When Hermione reached the top she picked an owl to carry her letter and sent it off. She watched it until it was just a mere speck in the sky before making her way back to the Gryffindor common room.
Professor McGonagall was sat in her office going through a few of the letters that had already been sent. Although she had only told them about the letter exchange a few hours ago, many people had seemed eager to write their letters quickly and send them in.
She picked up one and smiled. She knew who had written this one.
Hello strange person,
I do not know who you are but I know we will be friends, because friends are important. And now, as your friend I would like to warn you about the Nargles. Strange creatures they are, but harmless, they hang around in weird places and might annoy you.
The war was big. You obviously knew that. But now that it is over, we can all be happy. The war didn't really scare me, as it was just a new big adventure for me. I was scared for my Father and Harry Potter. I met this elf once, he was called Dobby. He was so sweet but unfortunately he died in the war as well.
I wonder if you can see Threstrals. People think they are scary, but they're not. Just misunderstood.
Your new friend.
Professor McGonagall found the right person to partner her with and picked up another letter.
Dear whomever.
This ridiculous idea means that I have to write to a random person. So whatever you do. Be someone who I might be able to tolerate as however much I don't want you to be. You are my partner to the ball at the end of the year.
I'm not telling you who I am. Not because I am ashamed. But because you are obviously not worthy enough to know it. So in this letter I am supposed to write about the war. But I'm pretty sure that whoever you are, you won't want to hear about that war again and especially my part in it.
So I await your letter in the hopes that as soon as this year is over… you will leave me alone.
Professor McGonagall frowned. This person didn't seem very, well, friendly. She read through some more letters to try and find a suitable partner for this particular person but none were forth coming. An owl started tapping at her window so she waved her wand and the owl flew in, dropping a rolled up parchment on her desk, amongst all the others.
She picked it up, unrolled it and read its contents.
Dear new pen pal,
This is exciting isn't it? A new person with whom we can both talk to. A person with which we can write to should we feel the need to vent our feelings. I wonder if I know you at all. I probably do.
My role in the war was significant, you could say. But it's not the best of topics to talk about. Don't you agree? My time in the war was spent running after my friends when they became reckless. Which, needless to say, was quite a lot.
I do not wish to reveal myself at the present time as I feel it will make writing letters to each other more difficult. Like we know each other on a personal level when it is possible we do not. Write back when you feel free is fit and I will await your reply.
Until then.
She grinned in a way that just didn't suit Professor McGonagall. Perfect!
R&R please, it really helps.
