A/N: Wow I'm an idiot. I'm also sorry. THIS is chapter three. not the first chapter all over again. sorry. thanks.
Dear Scorpius,
I don't have anything against the word pissed. Not really anyway.
So I don't know what I could write to you about now. I guess I'll just tell you about my day.
Well most of the day I was sitting in classes, bored. Everything's review now, I feel like everything I'm learning is déjà vu from what I've already learned. So as soon as I finished showing the teachers that I knew how to do the spells I was allowed to go through today's letters and write out my replies to most of them.
I'm not supposed to tell you what any of them say but some of them truly are funny. Half the time I'm not sure if students' questions are serious or if they're just kidding around. I reply to them seriously anyways though.
After dinner I sent all the replies out and then went back to my common room to look over my homework.
I'm hoping you'll reply to this soon. It will give me something to do.
Sincerely,
Mya
Mya,
What makes you think I wanted to hear about your day?
No offence but you sound like a know it all.
Well there's your reply,
Scorpius
Mya,
I haven't heard from you in awhile. Almost three days now, I have to wonder what happened to you.
Scorpius
Mya,
You still haven't replied. You know it's a little annoying now, you made me write to you and now you're not writing back.
Scorpius
Scorpius,
I didn't make you write to me. Another thing, just because you say 'no offence' doesn't mean I won't take it offensively.
Mya
Dear Mya,
You're pissed aren't you? Is it really because I called you a know it all though? Never known somebody to get so upset over something like that.
Scorpius
Scorpius,
You could just say you're sorry.
Mya
P.S I don't have anything against the word pissed. But apparently you have an attachment to it.
Dear Mya,
You haven't sent me a letter in a week and now you almost have me feeling bad. People like me DON'T feel bad. About anything.
So guess what? I'm sorry.
Scorpius
Dear Scorpius,
People like you? What's that mean? And everybody feels bad at some point, otherwise you could be called heartless (no offence ;).
I still want to get to know you better so would you mind answering a few more questions?
One: do you have any siblings?
Two: what's your favourite place in the whole world?
Three: what's one thing you'd change about yourself?
Sincerely,
Mya
Dear Mya,
I hate answering your questions.
I don't have any siblings, my parents had me and I was enough.
My favourite place is this muggle cafe in a village not too far from my house.
I'd change my past.
Scorpius
Dear Scorpius,
Your past? I'd ask what happened but I'm pretty sure you don't want me to know. And that's fine.
You favourite place is a muggle cafe? Well that's interesting. And the fact that you don't have any siblings too. I guess I had you wrong.
Sincerely,
Mya
Dear Mya,
You had me wrong? What the hell does that mean?
No, I'm not going to tell you about why I'd change my past so I guess you got that part right.
Do me a favour and stop sending me questions. Or at least you could answer some for me.
One: What year are you in?
Two: What's your favourite place in the world?
Three: What your favourite thing about yourself?
Scorpius
Dear Scorpius,
Touché.
I'm in my seventh year.
My favourite place is Hogwarts. I'm a muggle-born and Hogwarts is where I feel I best belong.
I'm not trying to be vain but my favourite thing about myself is my intelligence. I work hard to achieve success.
So tell me more about this muggle cafe you like.
Sincerely,
Mya
Draco strode into the head's common room and looked around.
He spotted the curly haired brunette sitting on the common room couch.
"Evening Granger," he nodded at her and she looked up at him.
"Evening Malfoy," she said back.
Then he went straight up to his room and she went back to her book.
And that was it.
Since Hermione had become head girl she hadn't had a conversation any longer than three minutes with him. They used to be enemies, until the war when he switched sides and he fought alongside them. Now they were just civil to each other. Or at least Hermione was civil towards him.
Ron and Harry still had something against him; they refused to forget everything that had happened. True, Hermione probably would remember forever as well. All the times he called her mudblood or bumped into them on purpose to turn around and sneer 'Golden bloody trio'. But everyone had been talking about how the war changed people and Hermione liked to believe it really did. So she was giving everyone a second chance, no judgements, innocent until proven guilty (again).
She tried to be at least civil to Malfoy. During heads meetings there was no yelling, no shouting, no hexing, and no name-calling. He was being...decent.
Hermione closed her book while still marking her page with her finger and she glanced at the grandfather clock across the room from her.
It was getting fairly late so she decided she should probably head to bed now. She packed up her things and went up her staircase to her room. She put her bag beside her white vanity, right where she normally put it. She slipped off her black flats and put them behind her door (right where they belonged) and pulled on her gray spa slippers as she shrugged off her robe.
After she had changed into her pyjamas quickly she went to her side table and opened the drawer to pull out the last letter she had received from...him.
Hermione looked around her room, it really was beautiful. After Dumbledore had told her she could do whatever she wanted with the blank white room she knew exactly what she wanted. Lavender walls with a huge white flower overlapping a deep violet flower painted on the wall with the window. Pale periwinkle and lavender bedding decorated her bed with patterned throw pillows. She had a white vanity with an oval mirror and a white dresser. And her closet, it was huge. It had a white door with a lavender flower painted on it and it opened and the closets racks came out towards her as soon as she stepped back and far enough for it open out. It was like one of those bedrooms you saw in a catalogue.
Hermione folded down her comforter and unfolded the letter and read it over as she climbed into bed. She reached over the side of her bed to open her bedside drawer to pull out her new stationary set that she had gotten from Harry last Christmas. She had been waiting for a reason to use it. She hated ruining the perfect blank pages with the ink spilling off her quill.
But now she had a reason, she was writing to him.
Scorpius was so different. It was the way he refused to open up but did anyway, the fact he wrote to her even when there was no longer reason to, the fact that it seemed he was the only one who knew himself for what he truly was. It was the way he conveyed this in words in a few simple letters. Something was just so different about him.
Hermione pulled out her quill and dipped it in the ink. Making sure it wouldn't drip onto the page before she was ready to write she paused above the inkwell to consider what she was writing.
Screw it. Whatever goes through your head Hermione. She carried the quill from the inkwell to the top of the parchment.
Dear Scorpius...