THE LEGEND OF THE 12 LETTERS
A/N: This is next chapter guys! I hope it's getting better?
Disclaimer: Draco is mine! Haha, just kidding.
Chapter Fourteen: The Eighth Letter
The next morning, Hermione woke up early. She quickly took her bath and then dressed up. She hurried out of the Common Room and into the Great Hall. Few students and teachers were there already. She went to the Gryffindor long table and found Harry and Dean there.
"Hi, Dean, Harry! Good Morning!" she greeted them happily.
"Hello, Hermione." Dean answered.
"So early, 'Mione... what's up? Need to finish something?" Harry asked, while reaching for a chicken leg.
"Actually," she started filling her plate with pudding, sausages and Jell-O's. "Yeah, I need to finish the plans for the Graduation..." She filled her goblet with pumpkin juice and grabbed another goblet and filled it too.
Harry and Dean watched her with amusement. "You're eating all that?" Harry asked, eyeing as she continued filling her plate with roasted turkey.
"Can't help it..." she muttered then shrugged coolly.
"Are you Ron in the effect of a polyjuice potion?" Dean asked.
Hermione looked at them and chuckled. "What? No, it's me Hermione..."
"I don't think so..." Harry said, shaking his head.
"Well, ask me anything only you and I know." she said, challenging him.
"What did we use to time travel on third year?" Harry asked.
Hermione smiled and leaned to Harry. She whispered in his ear so Dean would not hear, "Time-turner, Harry... from Professor McGonagall. But I already gave it back to her."
"You time travelled on third year?" Dean asked, astonished.
Harry and Hermione shared knowing looks and smiled at Dean. "No, we didn't." they lied in unison.
Dean looked at them with confusion, to which they ignored. Harry turned to look at the food in Hermione's plate and then frowned. "What's with all that food, 'Mione? Are you planning to gain weight?"
Hermione shook her head, "No..." then she shrugged. "Well, maybe. Let's see..."
With that, she picked her wand from her pocket and aimed at the plate full of food and goblets of pumpkin juice. "Wingardium Leviosa..." she muttered softly and eventually, the objects levitated.
"Where are you taking those?" Harry asked again.
"In the Common Room... I need to work on the plan in the Common Room... Bye, Harry, Dean. See ya!" then she hurried back to the Common Room.
In the Common Room, she levitated the food inside and upstairs to Malfoy's room. She used her free hand to knock on Malfoy's door. "Malfoy..."
She knocked again and unlike the previous times, he opened it calmly and on the second knock.
"Hey," he saw the food and raised his eyebrows. "What are those?"
"Food, isn't it obvious? Now, step aside and let me in." she demanded.
"Excuse me?" Malfoy asked in disbelief. Did she just demand something?
"No, it's more like, excuse ME." she said.
Malfoy obeyed, still perplexed and let Hermione pass. She walked to the space just inches away from his bed and looked at him again, "Malfoy, transfigure a book into a miniature table, please." she asked politely this time.
His eyes narrowed but picked his wand and did what she requested.
"Thanks..." she said while landing the food on the table. Then, she sat on the floor and suited herself there.
"What are you doing?" he asked, still dazed at the sight.
She looked up and shrugged, "Eating breakfast..."
"Eating breakfast, here? This is my room, not the Great Hall, smart ass." he said, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, I know..." she said, before looking up at the uncovered Lucius. "I see you're working on him..."
"Yeah, I am. I'm very busy and I don't have time-"
Hermione cut him off, "To go the Great Hall to eat, I know, that's why I brought the food here."
"What?"
"C'mon Malfoy, let's eat. I brought pudding and sausages." she flashed him a grin.
"Are you suggesting," he blinked. "that we eat breakfast together?" then pointed his finger downward, "here?"
She nodded, "Yup. I just want to make sure you don't skip your meals anymore."
"I don't have time to eat, I've already told you that, haven't I?"
"If I need to spoon feed you, I will."
His jaw dropped in surprise. "You did not just say that..."
She chuckled, "I did. Now, I believe you'd have more energy in this task if you eat. And I may want to help you, then you'd finish your father's replica earlier."
He opened his mouth again but snapped it close as Hermione took a slow, big bite on the sausage. She chewed it slowly, teasing him. Malfoy stared at her as she teased him and couldn't help but lick his lips hungrily. Hermione looked at him and chuckled. He was so cute... And the way he licked his lips... Back to your task, Hermione Granger!
In addition, his stomach growled and he flushed in embarrassment. He touched his stomach and cursed under his breath. Hermione laughed at him, "See? You're starving, Malfoy. Now, come on and eat before I decide to eat all the sausages." she threatened him.
Malfoy looked threatened and immediately rushed across Hermione. He sat on the floor and not wasting any more time, grabbed the sausages and shoved them into his mouth. Hermione smiled triumphantly and stared at him.
Seeing him eat like this...made her want to see more of it everyday.
She ate her food too, with a smile painted on her face.
After about 30 minutes, they finally finished their breakfast and Hermione set the plates aside. Malfoy burped and sighed, "I feel complete again..." he said while rubbing his stomach.
"See, I told you, eating would give you more energy to do your task." Hermione said in the proudest way.
"Fine," Malfoy sighed. "Let's say you're right. But still, I solved my hunger problem but I wasted lots of time doing it. I could've used that time I spent in eating to find for the spells that might finish my artwork."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh, please, just be thankful you're 'complete' again. And I promised I'll help. So," she opened her hand in front of his face. "Hand me some books and let's start searching."
Malfoy stared at her palms before grabbing a book beside him and handing it to Hermione. She smiled and sat on the floor again and opened the book and started focusing on it.
Malfoy studied her for a while, he never looked at her when she was this near. He started with her face. She was wearing a slight frown, well because she was focus on the book. Her hair was unruly, it always had been. But Malfoy never noticed her curls actually looked nice. She had brown eyes... pretty brown eyes, and he knew about that a long time ago, he just never said he was in awe with it. Her nose was okay... he still had a better nose. (Ha!) Her chin, however, was better than his.
As he continued his observations, he suddenly realized something. His forehead creased as he called for Hermione, "Er, Granger?"
Hermione looked up from the book, "Yeah, do you need anything?"
He shook his head, "No..." he paused for a long while and waited for Hermione's eyebrow to rise before he continued speaking, "Are we friends?" he finally asked.
Hermione was surely taken aback by the sudden question. She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything. She don't even know what to say, really. Her forehead also creased, "I don't know," she answered truthfully. "Are we?" she asked hopefully.
Malfoy shrugged, "I don't know either, but I kind of think we are acting like one. First, I shared my secret to you, then you brought breakfast and ate with me, then you're helping me with my work. I'm pretty sure we were just yelling at each other the other day, how the hell did that end up with this?" he asked, throwing his hand in the air.
Hermione contemplated then shrugged slowly, "I don't know...I guess it works like that?"
"We can't be friends." Malfoy stated tactlessly, shaking his head.
Hermione was taken aback. And she couldn't help but feel the stinging... but smiled fakely nonetheless. She was not ready to show him he affected her that way... she still had her pride.
She nodded, "Yeah, we can't be. We were born to be enemies, to be different, to loathe each other." she said, pretending to accept what he said.
He nodded too, "I know,"
She cleared her throat, "But I still promised, so I'm still going to help. We don't have to be friends to help each other, you know. Just think of this as one of those Head's assignments that we were forced to work together. I know I care about your meal issue, but that doesn't mean you aren't my enemy anymore. I still hate you, I'm 100% sure about that."
"I hate you too, and I have never been more sure about that." he said, and although he don't sound the least bit offensive, Hermione couldn't help but get hurt in the most tormenting way, in silence.
She nodded, "Yeah... good." she lied.
They succumb in a very awkward silence for a while. Hermione pretended to have her focus back on the book she was reading, when the truth was, her focus have been already stolen by the word 'hate'.
Hate is something she couldn't honestly connect with Malfoy anymore... HONESTLY! What wasn't clear to her was when the hell did that happen? WHEN did she start forgetting her hatred towards him? She reckoned it just happened recently, but no. She couldn't even remember the last time she ACTUALLY hated him. It felt like a long time ago...
Her thoughts were cut when Malfoy stood up, placing the book he was reading back to its pile. He stretched and yawned, "We still have classes, Granger. We better get going..." he said, wiping the sides of his eyes.
She nodded and closed her book as well, "Yeah," she placed the book on top of a pile and stood up. "I'm going first..."
Malfoy nodded, "Okay."
She walked to his door but before she touched the doorknob, Malfoy called her. "Granger, wait."
She turned around expectantly, "Yes?"
"I just want to inform you not to come at lunch time. I have some other business to do..."
"Oh," she said, dismayed. "Sure. I'll just help again tonight, then." then without waiting for him to say anything, she left.
Charms that day was exciting for everybody. The Professors agreed to Professor Flitwick's suggestion to gather all seventh years for the special review class. This gathering happened only once and that was during the last week before NEWT examinations... and to be honest, it wasn't very peaceful at all. It was, in short, chaotic.
Professor Flitwick charmed the classroom to get bigger since all seventh years were to gather there. First to come were the Ravenclaws. They smiled brightly when the Gryffindors entered the classroom. Then they all greeted the Hufflepuffs when they started filling the classroom. Now, there was only one House left yet to arrive, the Slytherins.
"I hope they don't come..." Ron muttered beside Hermione.
Hermione shot him a sharp look. "I hope you realize that's impossible. All seventh years from all Houses are to come."
He shrugged, "Why do they always have to be late?" then he sneered. "They always wanted a Grand Entrance."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. Later, the last House finally came and as usual the only part of the room unoccupied was the back portion. The Slytherins walked like bricks to the back of the class. Hermione stared at the door, waiting for a certain blonde to walk in.
At last, Malfoy came followed by Crabbe, Goyle and Zabini. Malfoy walked pass the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs with a sneer. He glared at Ron and Harry who were glaring at him just as intense. He glanced at Hermione and surprisingly, he stopped sneering. He didn't smile though, but still, he acknowledged her.
"Good, everybody's here! We may start the Charms review class." Professor Flitwick said as the Slytherins settled in their seats.
There were couple of groans, expectedly from the Slytherins. They were always negative when it came to anything they thought they would not like.
"So to start, I will form groups of four from all of you. And I will make each group have members of all the Houses. One from Gryffindor, one from Hufflepuff, one from Ravenclaw and one from Slytherin." he said enthusiastically.
He raised his short arms and his wand. He cleared his throat, "So, hold out your wands and aim them upward." The class followed.
"What I will do, is group you by your abilities. A group will have 2 members who excel in Charms and 2 who, erm, let's just say, not into Charms that much." he watched all of his students looked at him qeustioningly.
"I will do a compatibility charm. Your wands will glow in the tip with different colors. Find other students with the same color and they will be your groupmates. Am I understood?" he asked.
"Yes, Professor." the class chorused.
"Very well." he smiled. "So, observe your wands. Comparable..." he said the charm while swishing his wand up and down and then after 5-10 seconds, wand tips started glowing.
Hermione looked up at her wand and found its tip glowing with bright green color. She smiled at the color, it reminded her of the special hankerchief currently lying silently on her bed. It also reminded her of the green sheets she had seen just earlier in the Head Boy's room. It also reminded her of the green robes he wore when he entered the room with his friends.
Her mind was busy remembering what reminded her of the color her wand gave out that she didn't notice somebody calling her out from behind.
Then she felt someone tap her shoulder, that was when she snapped back to reality. She turned around only to find that her Hufflepuff groupmate was...
"Hi, Hermione... Er, my color's bright green as well... We're groupmates." Justin Finch-Fletchly stuttered, blushing.
She stared at him with mouth slightly gaping. She looked at his wand and... 'Seriously? Just great...' she thought sarcastically. She smiled at him fakely. "Yeah, we're groupmates. Isn't it, uh, great?"
"Yes it is!" Justin immediately answered.
Hermione nodded slowly. "So," she looked around. "Who are the other two?"
Justin shrugged, "I don't know, Hermione."
Hermione looked around for her Ravenclaw and Slytherin group mate. 'Green, green, green...'
She spotted other teams who already found each other. The red team was Harry, Blaise Zabini, Hannah Abbott, and a Ravenclaw named Betty Bradley. The blue team was Ron, Pansy Parkinson, Ernie McMillan and another Ravenclaw named Jessie Ghall. The pink team was Parvati, Vincent Crabbe (in the PINK team? Ha, bet he loved it there...), a Hufflepuff named Amy and a Ravenclaw named Geeria. The grey team was Neville, Gregory Goyle (much to Neville's luck), a Hufflepuff named Rowena, and Luna Lovegood ('thank goodness...' Neville thought).
Suddenly she spotted another green glow from the wand of Padma Patil, Parvati's twin sister. Hermione grinned and called Padma. "Padma!"
Padma looked at her and immediately squealed, understanding that they were group mates. Padma ran to Hermione and Justin. "Oh my god, I can't believe I'd be team with the Valedictorian!" she sqeezed Hermione's hand. Padma's jolly face turned into a sour frown. "Now, who's the bloody Slytherin in the team?"
"We don't know yet..." Justin answered.
"It better not be Millicent Bullstrode. I'm not in the best term with her at the moment. I might end up levitating her outside the window and then drop her right off!" Padma laughed at her imagination. Hermione chuckled and Justin stayed quiet.
"So, seriously, who's the other friggin' witch or wizard?"
Hermione searched for green glow across the room. Padma and Justin did the same.
Then, Hermione's face broke into a big, bright, beautiful, sunny smile when her eyes landed on a wand with a bright green glow held by the mighty hands of the mighty Slytherin named Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy..."
"What!" Padma screamed incredulously.
Hermione looked at her in surprise and found her looking at Malfoy... with dark red hues on her cheeks.
"Padma, what's wrong?"
Padma quickly brushed her long, dark hair with her fingers and then turned to Hermione, "How do I look, 'Mione? Presentable enough?"
"You look lovely Padma, as always..." Hermione answered truthfully.
"Really?" she grinned. "Perfect." then she looked at Malfoy expectantly.
Hermione followed her gaze in clear confusion and when her eyes landed back to the same male she was staring at just seconds ago, she quickly realized something. "Padma, you're not trying to attract Malfoy, are you?" she asked accusingly.
Padma smiled, "Uh... maybe I am." she shrugged.
"You fancy him?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
She grinned, "He's the apple of my eye at the moment..."
"Why?"
Padma shrugged. "Well, first off, he's hot. Sizzlin', Flamin', Burnin' HOT!" she said with dramatic expression.
"And?"
"And, well, he's a Malfoy... Heir to the powerful wizard -who just vanished- Lucius Malfoy. That means, he's wealthy. Filthy RICH!"
"And?" she pushed.
"He's smart. Bloody Salutatorian! You know, I had thought maybe somebody from Ravenclaw would come and be the second best next to you, but it turned out, just a little more effort, you could've even tied on the first place."
"And?"
"And -I just heard this- he's very expert in pleasing a woman." as she said that, her eyes darkened with lust. "Said his lips tastes like heaven and the way he kisses basically makes a girl delirious. I haven't kissed anybody who made me delirious, so I thought maybe I could try and get him to kiss me and drive me insane. But that doesn't mean I fancy him, really. It's just lust, Hermione, haven't you heard of it?" Padma asked her maliciously.
"What? No! I'm not into those things. And if ever my hormones started acting normally, like getting slutty and all, I'm not going to try and get some random hunk just to save me through the night." Hermione splattered.
Padma looked a bit insulted but just shook it off. After seconds of silence, Justin finally interjected by clearing his throat, "So, uh, are we going to tell Malfoy we are his groupmates? You know, I'm guessing, he's starting to believe he is to work alone."
Hermione looked at Malfoy. He was standing alone, looking at groups around him, frowning. Padma grinned, "I'm going to inform him." she volunteered and even before Hermione could contradict, she was already on her way to Malfoy, walking in her bubbly way.
Hermione watched as Padma arrived in front of a frowning Malfoy. Padma didn't seem affected by his intense look though, instead, she grinned the whole time she talked to him. At first, Malfoy's reaction was 'What-is-this-girl-doing-here' glare, then 'What-the-fuck-is-this-retarded-woman-talking-abou t' look, then 'Oh-is-that-so' surprised reaction, then she pointed at them -Hermione and Justin- and Padma walked back to her groupmates... with Malfoy of course.
Malfoy silently stood with his group mates. He didn't talk, even with Granger, whom he ate breakfast with. Hermione didn't talk as well but she secretly glanced at him.
"Well, I see you're all with your own groups. Excellent..." Professor Flitwick said gleefully. "So today, we're going to start with the summoning charm. Wands at the ready!" he shouted. The groups immediately raised their wand.
"Summon anything your group mates posses. On the count of three, one... two... three!"
A chorus of Accio's erupted in the classroom and then objects started flying everywhere. Tossed here, tossed there. It was confusing, which object was taken from whom. After everybody got a hold of something they summoned, Professor Flitwick spoke again.
"Good, good. Still marvelous in summoning, eh?"
Hermione looked at Padma, she had accioed Malfoy's necktie, causing his collar to stand up and his hair was left messy. Justin accioed galleons which only possibly came from Malfoy which resulted to his pocket being pulled out of his pants, and Hermione, herself, accioed Malfoy's 'Head Boy' badge. Malfoy, on the other hand, accioed Justin's shoes causing him to tumble down.
"Did you all plan to take MY things?" Malfoy asked after seeing his stuffs on his group mates hands.
Padma grinned, "I did, I admit. I don't know about these two..." she looked at Justin and Hermione.
"Well," Justin started awkwardly after getting up and dusting himself. "I summoned galleons. And it so happened that only Malfoy here have some." he explained, looking at the galleons in his hand.
"That proves that we're poor." Padma said, chuckling.
"Now I think I want my things back. And," he said, raising the shoes he was holding. His nose crinkled in disgust, "I suggest you wash this stuff. It smells of dead mice."
Justin's face reddened in embarrassment. He quickly took his shoes from Malfoy's hold and shoved the galleons in his hand. He muttered something before bending down to wear the shoes again. Padma returned Draco's necktie, unwillingly. Hermione handed Malfoy his Head Boy badge and couldn't help but feel electricity run down her spine when his skin brushed against her own sensitive one.
The review continued for the next few hours that seemed to last for days. They performed different Charms they had learned since their first year. Hermione had no problems since she knew these things by heart. Malfoy didn't have problems too, and Hermione knew, even if he didn't pay as much attention as she did to this class, he was born with the knowledge. She had to admit she was a little bit jealous of him...
After the long hours of levitating, growing horns to each other's head -or tails- et cetera, Professor Flitwick finally called it a day. Everybody cheered and jumped in joy and rushed out of the room in a lightning speed.
Hermione watched Malfoy retreat with his friends, Crabbe, Goyle and Zabini.
'I wonder what business he's going to deal with in exchange of his lunch other than his Father-project?' she thought.
"Hermione, come on?" she heard Ron said. She looked at her bestfriends who were both waiting for her. She nodded, "Yeah, sure."
They left the room and went straight to the Great Hall. They sat on their usual seats and started eating. Ron, as usual, ate with poise. (lol) *note the sarcasm*. Harry, who seemed to be starved out by the Charms special class, ate with poise as well, copying his bestfriend, Ron. *note the sarcasm again*. Hermione ate in her usual calm way.
Then she came to an abrupt pause when she saw four persons enter the Great Hall. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped. She grinned stupidly and chuckled.
Malfoy walked inside the Great Hall with his friends tailing behind him, Crabbe, Goyle and Zabini. They went straight to their usual places. Few other Slytherins followed their movements, probably noticing the coming back of their Prince to dine with them again. It's been a while since the last time he sat in his throne between Zabini and -much to his disgust- Parkinson, the self-proclaimed Slytherin Princess -and Malfoy's 'girlfriend'.
It was like, he reunited with them again.
Ugh, drama. He just want to eat, really.
Oooh, it was heaven. Seeing the table full of... what else?
Of course PUDDING!
And the star of the table...
SAUSAGE!
God, he missed the Great Hall.
He missed the golden untensils, the pumpkin juice, the noise, his stupid sniggering bestfriends, the endless appearances of sausages in the plate, the- EVERYTHING.
Eww. Did he just say he "missed" something?
So unMalfoy-ish. He shouldn't miss anything. Especially the Great Hall and the goblets and the plates. That was just utterly shitty. That would probably be the end of his pride.
"So," Malfoy heard Zabini. "What brought you back here?"
He looked at his friend, "I'm hungry." he replied simply.
"You were gone for so long. I almost thought you weren't ever coming back. If you weren't just skinny, I was about to think you were on a diet."
"Yeah, I was gone for a while. I had business to attend. But that doesn't mean I would have to fight the hunger and resist the sausages forever. I still need food to survive."
Zabini shrugged, "Well, welcome back. You can have all the sausages you want."
Malfoy just nodded and turned his focus back on the tempting sausages in his plate.
On the other side of the Great Hall, in the Gryffindor long table, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Parvati, Lavender, Dean, Seamus and Neville couldn't explain why Hermione Granger was laughing all by herself, with blushing cheeks and shining eyes.
They tried to ask her what was wrong with her, or rather, what right thing happened that made her look so weird like there was something wrong with her. But all she did was sway her fork with sausage in the air and say, "The sausage is making me happy. Makes sense?"
They were tempted to say 'No, it doesn't make any sense at all' Even 0.0001% sense was not present in her statement. But they stayed quiet, glancing at her as she shove sausages inside her mouth.
She was not fond of sausages days ago... they wonder what happened?
In the Heads Common Room that night, she helped Malfoy in his mission to finish the replica of his father. They worked silently but it wasn't awkward for either the two.
For four hours of burning their eyebrows, they finally made a little progress. Malfoy muttered the verbal spell, while thinking of the non-verbal spell, while swishing his wand on the right time.
Hermione hoped it would work. She found the spell on one of the books and had told Malfoy about it. He immediately agreed to try it no matter how complicated it was. Even Hermione herself almost had nosebleed while reading the process of the spell... so much for being the brightest witch.
Finally, the arms of the replica started moving up and down in a slow pace. It moved like a robot but Malfoy's face lit up putting the bright moon peeking from the clouds to shame.
"It worked!" he exclaimed jubillantly. "It worked!"
Hermione was happy for him too. She was happy to see him happy. Ugh, so sappy.
"Good job, Draco." she said.
Draco turned to her and launched himself to her. Hermione was taken aback first but when she realized his action, she hugged him too. It wasn't like he just go out of his room and hug people, you know. It was just phenomenal. Too phenomenal to miss.
He was the first to pull away. He looked at her with his big, big grin. "Thank you, Granger. Thank you!" he said thankfully.
She nodded, "Sure. After all, I promised to help."
He went back to his father again and watched as Lucius moved his arms. "Father..." he whispered with a smile. "Mother would be very happy..."
She smiled. She never saw this side of Draco. All she ever saw was the git part. He was still a git, but atleast, a little less than he used to be.
"So," she cleared her throat. He looked at her and arched an eyebrow. "I noticed you at the Great Hall this afternoon. You ate your lunch. That's a good thing." she said.
He scoffed, "I was starving. Don't even think I went back to that shitty Hall because of you or something. Don't ever." he said defensively, shaking his head.
"I didn't say you did that for me."
"Well, the idea might pop in your head."
"Actually, yeah. I had thought, maybe you were scared of me that's why-"
He cut her off with a scoff, "Scared?" he echoed in disbelief. "I'm not scared of you, Granger. That's not in my vocabulary. Getting scared with a muggle-born. Tss!"
She smiled. "Muggle-born? What happened to 'mudblood'?"
He looked surprised at first but immediately regained himself. "What, you expect me to insult you after helping me with this? I'm not that bad ass, you know."
She smirked, "Just admit it, Malfoy. You're being civil with me."
"No, I'm not!" he denied.
"It's not going to hurt you, seriously, when you tell the truth." she pushed.
"I am telling the truth!" he argued.
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
He stuck his tongue out, earning him a chuckle and another roll of the eye from Hermione. "Very mature, Draco. You've totally grown up."
He glared at her and sighed. "It's been a long night. I suggest you sleep now, or I will make you -and permanently."
She laughed. "Yeah, I'm going out. No need to threaten me." She walked to his door and looked at him again. "I'll come again tomorrow night. And don't forget, we're going to have the postponed meeting with Professor McGonagall tomorrow. Be ready with your list of food. I already have the mp3 player, Professor Dumbledore gave it to me earlier. Good night."
Draco sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Good night."
Hermione went back to her own room. She was smiling all the way since she went out of his room. No one could ever describe the happiness she felt.
She sat in her bed and spaced out for a moment. Minutes later, she heard tappings in her window. She looked at her window and found an owl flying outside, a letter on its beak. Her happy face faded.
'Just when everything's perfect...' she muttered in her head sarcastically.
With heavy heart, she stood and accepted the letter. The owl flew away as soon as she received the letter. She closed her window and opened the letter.
Dear Hermione,
You were great during the Charms special review class! I totally loved the way your hand moved with every swish and flick of your wand. You were very gracious... I couldn't help admiring you.
Her heart skipped a beat after reading the letter. It was very flattering. She would've been happy, only if she didn't know it was Justin who sent her that.
She sighed and laid in her bed.
What a way to end a day.
It would've been perfect...
If the eighth letter just didn't arrive.
A/N: that's it. Quite long... :) was it satisfying? Thanks for reading and sorry for the mistakes.