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"Call her?"

Blaise simply nodded and handed Draco his iPhone. Draco took it and looked confused.

"Doesn't Hermione need to have one of these things to be able to talk?" Draco asked.

"Oh…right…"

"So now what?" Draco said, falling on to the couch grumpily. "It's hopeless."

"Send her an e-mail!"

"An e-what?"

Blaise shook his head. "Oh, right, you're a wizard…forgot…silly wizards…"

Draco sighed. "I'll just send her a letter through Owl Post, then."

"Owls? Is that what we must resort to? But that's so conventional…" Blaise received yet another death glare from Draco. "But conventional is good! Conventional is great."

"Okay. What do you have so far?"

"Uh…'Dear Hermione' and some ink blots." Draco answered. He was sitting at the desk, quill in hand and a piece of parchment in front of him. Blaise, sitting beside him, did what muggles would call "facepalm" and was currently eating his third donut for the day.

"Dear Hermione? That is so lame. Start with, Dearest Hermione."

Draco's eyes narrowed in suspicion. When he glared at Blaise enough to tell that he was indeed serious, he shook his head. "You watch too many muggle romance movies." Still, Draco opened the drawer of the desk and pulled out another piece of parchment. He closed the drawer and wrote 'Dearest Hermione' in his tidiest writing. He held up the parchment to Blaise so he could see it.

Blaise spit out the piece of donut he was chewing. "You actually wrote it?" He asked in disbelief. "Blimey, Draco, I was joking…"

Blaise moved on to his fourth donut, and was almost halfway done when he realized that Draco hasn't spoken for the last two and a half minutes.

"Dude, you okay?"

"I'm going to kill you." Draco said simply. He pulled open the drawer again and took out another piece of parchment. "Now, what should I write? Be honest, unless you want to have a swollen head your entire life."

"Dear Hermione's fine…hey, where did the last donut go?"

"No idea." Draco replied after he finished chewing.

Blaise, who obviously was not the brightest wizard of his age, started searching around the room for it. "Well, thanks anyways."

"So, what should I write?"

"Dear Hermione is fine..." Blaise picked up his shoes and looked into them. "Where are you, stupid donut? WHY ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?!"

"Fine, don't help me. Now, go away, you're making me lose my concentration."

"But my donut-"

"I ate it. Now shoo!"

Blaise's eyes widened. "How could-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get you another pack later, now shoo!" Before Draco pushed Blaise out of the room and shut the door, Blaise's eyes lit up like he was at the Apple Store.

"I'm done!" Draco ran out of the room and found Blaise in the hallway with pillows and a blanket in his arms. "What are you doing?"

"Making a fort. Come look!" Blaise grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him to Blaise's room, where a giant pile of pillows, blankets and stuffed animals lay on the ground in one, giant heap.

"Do you like it?"

"It's amazing. Say, you made this all in one day?" Draco said, sarcastically.

"Yep!" Blaise caught the sarcasm but played along. "Dude, where were you? I was so bored, as you can see!" He pointed to the giant heap. "You took two hours to write a bloody letter! It better be good."

"Um…about that…"

"What?"

"Ikindafellasleep." Draco said quickly.

"Could you speak English, please?"

"I…fell…asleep..."

"You fell asleep? And all the pranks I wanted to do! I missed my chance! Wait-so, you didn't write it? YOU DIDN'T WRITE IT? Now it's too late to apologize! IT'S TOO LATE! You're doomed!"

"Oh, will you stop shaking that stuffed penguin at me, it's clearly uncomfortable."

"IT'S TOO L-"

"I didn't fall asleep! Well, I did…but I wrote it. Here." Draco shoved the piece of parchment into Blaise's hand, after he stopped choking the poor stuffed penguin.

"Oh, thank god. You scared me! Wait, so how long did you take to write this?"

"Five minutes."

"1 hour 55 minutes I had to prank you when you were asleep and I didn't!" Blaise whined.

"Quit sulking, you penguin torturer." Blaise laughed. "I am not a penguin torturer."

"If you say so, Mr. Penguin Torturer." Draco smirked. Blaise laughed again, but this time he opened the letter and read it.

Dear Hermione,

Blaise says HI!

Blaise looked up slowly at Draco. "Seriously?"

"So…what do you think?" He fought the urge to break out in laughter.

"Where's the real letter?"

"You're holding it."

"1…"

"That doesn't work on me."

"Oh, yes it does. 2…"

"OH FINE! HERE IT IS!" Draco threw a piece of parchment at Blaise-the actual letter.

"Works every time." Draco with nothing to say just stuck out his tongue. Blaise chuckled and started to read the letter.

Dear Hermione,

I apologize for what I said on our...date. If you can call it that, I would've expected our date to be much better. Anyway, you've gone through a lot, and I was what you'd call a 'total jerk'. I am sorry about your parents, and getting tortured by my Aunt Bellatrix. She has anger management problems-you probably noticed.

I hope you can forgive me, but I will totally understand if you don't.

Yours truly,

DM

P.S. You're right, I am a coward.

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