I turned the envelope over in my hands and tore a side edge open. The paper was thick and looked to me multiple pages. I unfolded the pack and began reading:

Dear Hermione,

I know years have passed since our last meeting and I miss you so terribly…

Gee, didn't know Malfoy was so, you know, good with putting the words together as you can clearly see isn't my strong suit today.

…I woke up to find your bed empty. Why did you leave? I thought everything was perfect. I see now that I was wrong. You were unhappy. With me? I am writing this years later but the pain is still fresh. For months after your disappearance I held such a hatred for you; my eyes would burn with tears. I need to tell you now that

I flipped the sheet over to find a blank back.

"What the hell! Tell me what?!" I shouted at the letter. I flipped the rest of the papers and found that they were too blank.

Upon hearing the outburst, um….Daddy walked into the room. "I see you found it."

"What was he supposed to tell me? Huh? You must know since apparently your mister know-it-all and…well, dammit I want to know. Now."

He smiled softy. "Just like your mother. Stubborn and demanding."

"Still waiting," I said tapping my foot.

"The war was approaching and you were in danger. That's what young Malfoy was warning you about. That's why you had to leave. Well, that's why we rewrote your future."

I just blinked stupidly at him. For supposedly being the smartest girl in my year, I felt as though I was doing a lot of that lately. I guess being kidnapped by my mortal enemy and told who he is and then finding a letter from Malfoy who for years was the one person I wanted to see rot in hell, besides….Daddy….of course. All those years of taunting and name-calling could even turn a good girl…lol…like myself bad. And that's when what I read finally caught up with me.

"He said he missed me and seemed to care. If this is the same Draco we're talking about here he's a right jackass and has no problem pissing me off. You know hearing mudblood a bazillion times gets a little old. If he supposedly cared so much, why was he so mean?"

"Well, you two when you were younger were very close. We always thought you would marry and carry on everything. Then the war came and we had to send you away in complete secrecy. No one was to know of where or why you went. One day you were here and the next gone without a trace. He found that you were missing first. He was devastated and furious at the same time. He believed Hermione Riddle was kidnapped or worse, murdered. Draco doesn't know that you are his Hermione. He hates you because you remind him every day of what he's lost. It's not you he hates, it's your name."