By Shankz
A/N- I have decided since schools over and I don't have to worry about anything, I will resume to work on this story. I'll try to make this longer. But I must eat in a bit.
Chapter 3:"It wasn't me!"
It had actually been awhile since another rude letter threatening her and Ron bothered Hermione. Actually, it had been March before Ron and Hermione even remembered the dilemma. On March 5, when the owl post came in during breakfast, a pile of letters where dropped on Hermione's toast.
"Huh?" Hermione asked, picking up one of the letters. She opened it up, and suddenly dropped it on her toast. "Ron…….!"
"What is it, Mione?" He picked up the letter and wiped off the marmalade from it, and began to read. "That's it!" He got up, and walked to the Slytherin table.
"Ron! Don't! You don't know if it is Malfoy, anyway!" Hermione yelled after him, but it was too late.
"What do you want, Weasley?" Malfoy asked as Ron pushed Pansy out of her seat and sat next to Malfoy, still clutching the letter in his hand.
"Stop blackmailing Hermione! Or I'll have to tell Dumbledore! Hermione's a Prefect, you know!"
"What are you talking about?" And Ron handed Malfoy the letter. "Stay away from Granger, Muggle lover." He looked up at Ron and began to laugh. "Ha! You think I want that filth? Listen, it wasn't me. And I don't know whatever the Hell you're talking about!"
"Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? Because if I get another letter like this, and if I find out it's from you!"
And Ron stormed back over to the Gryffindor Table.
A/N- I know that was short. But I must eat now. Adios!