A/N: Hey! I'm BACKKKKK! Here's the next chapter, hope you LOVE it! :P Btw, I realized that in the second chapter I said "slytherin dorms" when they're living in a house together. So…ignore that. Ugh, sorry! I'm so inconsistent…
"That," Blaise said, after finishing reading the letter, "was officially the lamest letter ever." He handed it back to Draco, who gave it to his owl, Animus. His father would've been furious if he knew that his son named his owl after a Gryffindor trait-brave-which is why Draco never told him and referred to him as Argentum (money) whenever Lucius was around.
"Like you could do better. You'd probably say, 'Hi, sorry about that, but it was kind of your fault.' Anyways, I think she'll like it." Draco opened the window. "To Hermione Granger."
Blaise watched as Animus flew away with the letter, shaking his head. "You shouldn't have done that, you shouldn't have done that…"
Draco scowled. "Shut up, you big fat penguin torturer. It'll be fine." Though his thoughts of 'will it?' and 'what if she didn't forgive him?' echoed in his ears as Blaise constantly protested that he was not fat, and that Blaise Zabini did not simply get fat.
"What is that mysterious knocking sound?"
Hermione looked around and spotted an owl at her window. "Hedwig?" As soon as she said it, though, she knew it wasn't Harry's owl-one, she was dead, and two, Harry never sent her an owl, if he needed to talk to her he would simply walk to her office-they did both work for the Ministry of Magic.
No one sent her owls, really-she didn't really have any other friends. Her friends were her family. Sometimes Ginny did, but she had a Quidditch match today.
Then…who was this mysterious owl from?
Hermione opened the window to let in the snowy owl-he looked almost identical to Hedwig. No wonder she mistaken him for her. The only difference was the eyes-while Hedwig's were amber, this new owl's were a pale grey.
She took the envelope and opened it. A letter, written in tidy calligraphy fell out, the parchment too small for the envelope that it was enclosed in.
Hermione picked up the parchment and read it. Her eyes widened when she reached the end of the letter and read the initials "DM." There was only one person she knew with those initials-Draco Malfoy.
She reread the letter, and her eyes continued to widen until they were as big as saucers and could widen no more. On the fourth reread, her eyes returned to their normal size…and a smile began to creep across her face.
After pouring herself a glass of butterbeer (she was in a good mood!) she sat down at her desk and pulled a pen out of the drawer. She flipped to the other side of the letter Draco sent her-she had her own but why only use one side of a perfectly good piece of parchment? With a pen in her hand, she started to write:
Dear Malf
No, she thought. There was no reason to call him that anymore.
She tore off the top part of the parchment and threw it in the trash.
Dear Draco,
What now? She didn't want to forgive him too quickly, he was a complete arse at Hogwarts. But…he did sound sincere. Maybe it was a joke. A dare, perhaps. Or sarcasm, it always was so confusing. Especially in a letter, she couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Merlin's pants! Who would've guessed that writing a letter would be so difficult?
She decided to just keep it simple.
Dear Draco,
I forgive you! :)
HG
P.S. I'm sorry for calling you a coward!
She leaned back and frowned. That was completely and utterly terrible.
Dear Draco,
Yes, you were a total jerk, and I will NEVER forgive you.
Dear Draco,
I actually did enjoy our date, why not meet up another time? ;)
She put the three letters side by side. The second one was a bit harsh-she was willing to forgive him-so that was out. The first one, well, it was just so unbelievably cheesy and, well, she didn't want to be to quick to forgive him. And the third made her want to vomit.
In the end, she decided to just say what she felt. And that just so happened to be the combination of all three letters.
Dear Draco,
I am willing to forgive you, but you did hurt me and I don't want to be hurt again. I'll give you one more chance to prove that you're different from the Draco Malfoy I knew at Hogwarts. One more chance to show me your true colours.
I don't know you. I cannot promise that I will forgive you, but it can't hurt to try.
Meet me at The Three Broomsticks Saturday night at eight. Prove that you're not a coward.
HG
A/N: Sorry for not updating in a long time! Hope you liked this chapter, and review!