(This is my Harry Potter/Cinderella Story fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Basically, this is the plotline of A Cinderella Story but to Harry Potter, with some slight alterations.

I don't own the characters; they belong to JK Rowling and her fabulous imagination. The plotline isn't mine either. So nothing belongs to me really.)

Chapter Two

Both Draco and Hermione had their first lesson together so they walked with one another to Potions. There they were greeted by Professor Slughorn. Hermione's welcome was slightly warmer.

They went through the lesson, both excelling; as per usual. Draco and Pansy spent a lot of the lesson hugging and kissing though. How Draco managed to get his work done Hermione did not know. She had felt herself feeling angry and disgusted at their public display and was telling her feelings to Ron and Harry when Harry suddenly replied.

"Feeling jealous, are we?" as a joke. Both he and Ron sniggered. Hermione, however, blushed and punched Harry lightly. His words had an effect on her though. Was she really jealous of that blonde-haired idiot and his pug-faced nymphomaniac girlfriend? Hermione nodded to herself; yes she was jealous. She couldn't work out why though.

The lesson ended and the students all left the classroom and separated. Hermione went to her lessons, Harry and Ron went to theirs, as did Draco.

Lesson came and went. Lunchtime passed. More lessons took place. Then, finally, it was dinnertime.

Hermione entered the great hall with her two best friends, whom she'd had most of her lessons with. They ate together and as they did so, Hermione found herself glancing over at the Slytherin table a lot more than normal.

Draco had found himself looking at the Gryffindor table also. He'd never looked at the same time as Hermione had glanced at him though, so luckily, their eyes hadn't met. What was up with him? Since talking to her this morning in an almost civil manner, he found himself not disliking her as much as before. Maybe it was because of that letter. It woke up the kinder side of him, the side that didn't hate muggle-borns'. Draco smiled to himself as he ate his dinner. What would his parents, his friends, his girlfriend think if they knew that; if they knew he was actually a decent guy? At least, he thinks he is.

Dinner finished and students left the great hall, their stomachs full. Most had work to do so they hurried to their common rooms. Both Hermione and Draco entered their dormitories shortly after arriving in their common rooms. Both of them had homework to retrieve, however, neither of them expected to find letters on their beds. Addressed to them, actually, addressed to their nicknames; which was still them.

Hermione's hands trembled as she opened the letter. There it was. A letter addressed to her. A letter done in the exact same handwriting as…Confused Dragons! She read down the entire page and saw at the bottom, it wasn't signed with a name, but with a nickname; Confused Dragon. He'd done exactly what she had done.

Draco re-read the letter three times. Misunderstood-Muggle-born had written back to him. She'd even signed the letter with her nickname, like he had done. How astonishing. Somehow, each of their letters had found one another. Draco had imagined himself replying to someone completely different, and had imagined this letter to be from someone else when he opened it. In fact, this reply and his own reply were to and from the same person. Draco found himself laughing at his luck. Finally, someone to understand him.

The two of them read the letters with smiles on their faces. It was almost like making a friend. A real friend. The brilliant thing was, neither had to reveal who they were. That evening, instead of doing homework (which to be honest neither of them really needed to do anyway as both were on top of their workload) they found themselves writing replies.

They didn't meet in the owlery this time however as Hermione used Hedwig, and Draco used his own owl; Demetrius. The two owls (both bright white) met in midair as they flew through the night-sky; delivering to one another. It was strange how the owls knew whom they were delivering to. They truly were an intelligent species.

The two letters entered the opposite bedroom windows at a very similar time.

Dear Misunderstood Muggle-born.

I received your reply and I just had to thank you. I was astonished to find that our letters had found each other. I truly feel like I've found a friend, someone who can understand me. I hoe you feel the same way. Hopefully, this can be a way for each of us to share our feelings in a way that won't damage us or our reputations (although I know we will be shedding these soon).

Thank you for what you've done so far. It's brilliant someone knows what I'm going through. I hope that as a result of knowing you, I will find my way and no longer be lost, I will know what I want and need and no longer be confused, and I will have the courage to show people who I am and make them understand me so that I will no longer be misunderstood.

Thank you so very much. I hope we will keep on talking to one another through letters. I hope for a lot. I hope too much one say. However, I say one can never hope too much; as hope is one of those things that there is no limit on. Just like love.

Sorry to end this letter on such a sentimental note. You'd laugh at me if you knew who I was, because those sorts of things don't come out of my mouth. I have a girlfriend, but there isn't love there. So, most people don't see me as the loving type. Maybe because of my parents. They don't seem to love. Not me anyway. I hope your parents love you. I hope mine love me soon.

I hope.

Yours hopefully,

Confused Dragon.

PS – maybe you and I could tell each other a few things about ourselves. No names or descriptions of the way you look (because if we happen to know either other, then I'd be able to work out who you are if you described yourself; so don't). Just…a few facts. Up to you what you want to say. If you're up for it, send a reply with a few details. Then I'll do the same, unless you're also said the same thing in your letter, in which case I'd reply with facts about me. That wouldn't surprise me either, as we seem quite similar. Looking forward to your reply.

Hermione read her reply with a smile on her face, especially at his PS note. She had also frowned a few times whilst reading. Her new friend obviously was going through a rough patch. She hoped that they'd be able to help him through this time in his life. When she finished reading she went to bed, ready to reply to this reply in the morning.

Dear Confused Dragon.

I'm so pleased there is some-one to understand me. I felt like there wasn't a single soul who'd be able to, but you do. Like me, you have a reputation but you don't want to live up to it. You want to be able to be who you are and not have others judge you and use you. I hate having people always come to me for help in their times of need; which is usually for homework. Yes I am smart and helpful, but enough is enough. What's worse is that it is usually my two best friends who are…using me. I am fed up.

I want to be able to drop my reputation and live as me, just me. I know you feel the same.

Thanks, by the way, for what you've done for me. It is fantastic having someone who knows what I'm feeling. Hopefully, through our relationship, our friendship, I will have the courage and bravery to make people understand me and no longer use me. I'm in the house where I'm meant to be brave and courageous, but on this particular issue, I don't feel like I'm those things at all.

Anyway. If you would like to, I was thinking we could tell each other a few things about ourselves, and our lives. No names or descriptions. Just obscure details. It's only an idea, and if you don't like it, you don't have to do it. If you like this idea, then write some facts about yourself in your next reply, and then I will do the same.

Thanks again for reading my thoughts and understanding me. I enjoyed reading your reply. Reply soon,

Yours gratefully,

Misunderstood Muggle-born.

Draco read his reply hastily and smiled. She had thought of the same idea as him. He'd reply tomorrow, with facts about himself. For now though, he was tired, and he needed to sleep. Draco read the letter once more, enjoying the fact that he had someone to talk to (what's more, someone who went to his school) before putting the letter on his bedside table, turning onto his side, and falling asleep.