A/N: Hello, so this is chapter 2. Read through it and tell me what you think. I hope you enjoy this, I mean, its only going to get better. So tell me what you think please!

********************************************************************** Letters To You

Chapter 2: Good Morning Beautiful ***********************************************************************

"Come on Harry, we're going to be late!" Ron shouted annoyingly at Harry's closed four-poster bed. Slowly Harry felt his eyes peel open, and a slight throb from his forehead was the first thing to greet him.

"Ow." He mumbled stupidly into his pillow. Suddenly Harry's painful thoughts were interrupted from the noise of his hangings being recklessly pulled apart. His eyes stung as the sun burst through the darkness and illuminated his slightly pail face. He rolled onto his back, facing Ron, desperately trying to open his protesting lids.

"Holy shit! What happened to your face?" Ron laughed loudly, not bothering to hide his amusement.

"Hermione." Harry simply said. He yawned, forcing his own smile from his lips. He sat up slowly and blinked wildly. Through the window across from him, he noticed the storm had blown itself out. The morning seemed bright and cheery. Harry let his gaze move from the window and back to Ron. He was working hard to contain his laughter, and eventually he sobered up enough to say,

"I always knew she was dangerous. But hurry up Harry, just because you have a major head wound is no excuse to make me miss breakfast." He turned back to his bed, and Harry gathered his glasses and clothes. He slowly marched into the bathroom and took his usual morning shower. Ten minutes later, Harry stepped out from the now misty room, his hair still damp, but feeling all the more refreshed.

"About time." Ron complained. Harry sighed and looked at his watch as they headed out of their dorms and down the stairs. He noted that they had plenty of time. Leave it to Ron to panic when it came to missing a meal, he thought sarcastically. They practically ran to the Great Hall, which seemed to be full of the morning students. They began to walk in a normal pace to their usual spot along the Gryffindor table. Hermione was sitting across from them as they joined her to eat.

"What took you guys?" Hermione said from behind her Advanced Arithmancy (A Guide To Things You'll Never Need To Know) book, not bothering to look up.

"Someone slept in." Ron said moodily. He began to rapidly fill his plate with food. Harry didn't say anything, his head still hurt, and the Ron's attitude wasn't helping the matter. He began to fill his plate too.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione said breathlessly. His stomach jumped, and he dropped his toast.

"What?"

"Well, it's your head. It looks a great deal painful." She winced, as though she too was feeling its affects.

"Oh, yeah- well it looks a lot worse than it feels." He lied. It hurt even more, now that he mentioned it. Ron began to laugh.

"Shut up." Harry said, but he couldn't hide his own smile. He had to admit he knew he looked ridiculous.

"Jeeze Hermione, what'd Harry do to deserve that?" He howled.

"What? You think I did that?" She pointed to herself, and then to the eyesore on Harry's forehead.

"Yeah, that's what I heard." Ron said, his smile wavering with his uncertainty.

"Sorry to inform you, but he did it to himself." She laughed. Ron exploded at this point, causing a few heads to turn in their direction. Harry felt his ears begin to heat up, and casually brushed his bangs with his hands, attempting to hide the massive bruise. This only fueled Ron and Hermione's laughter.

As if on cue, Draco Malfoy appeared directly behind Hermione, accompanied with his usual bodyguards.

"What's so funny? Did the Mudblood fail a test?" He smirked as he spoke. Harry and Ron stood up as one, causing the bench they sat on to fall back with a loud BANG! People looked over at who created that distracting noise and the Hall became oddly silent. Some of the younger students even stood on their benches, trying to get a better look.

"What the hell is that?" Malfoy crowed as he pointed across the table and right at Harry. "Trying to give yourself another scar, Potter? The old one not good enough anymore?" He laughed evilly, most of the Slytherins joining in. Harry was shaking with rage. He didn't care what Malfoy said about him, but to disrespect Hermione was one step too far.

"Apologize." Harry said in a low growl. Malfoy looked amused. Glancing back at his friends he turned casually back to Harry,

"To you, never." He sneered. Harry reminded himself to breath. Ron was visibly shaking beside him, his fists curled.

"Apologize to Hermione." He said in the same deathly quiet voice. The entire student population seemed to have their eyes glued to the scene. Harry spoke softly, but he knew the entire school had heard what he said. No one breathed. Malfoy looked as though he was going to punch someone. His steel-gray eyes flashed towards Hermione's warm brown ones. She was sitting directly in front of him. Harry saw her cheeks blush, but she stared back determinately.

"I'd rather die." He said slowly, emphasizing each word, his eyes never leaving Hermione's.

It looked as though Harry was about to leap across the table for Malfoy's throat, when Professor McGonagall hurried in, followed closely by Justin.

"Potter! Malfoy!" She cried shrilly across the intensely silent hall. Everyone's eyes turned to her, everyone except Harry and Draco's (who continued to glare at each other).

"Come here now." She said coldly. Slowly, they turned and headed towards her. "Follow me." She said as she turned to the door, "Thank you Justin." Justin started to smile, but Malfoy glared at him with such ferocity, that it made him swallow it away and look uncomfortable.

They continued their march to McGonagall's office in silence. Harry was still furious. So angry in fact, that he hadn't realized they had reached her office, and she was talking to them.

"Mr. Potter! Have you heard a word I just said?" She stated, severely annoyed. His expression changed from anger to confusion and he stood there looking stupidly down at his shoes.

She stood between her large oak desk and even larger maroon leather chair. A small fireplace was glowing warmly against the wall behind her, allowing her shadow to swallow them in darkness.

"As I was saying," she glared at Harry before starting again, "This is know way no way to behave, especially in front of all the students. You two are seventh years! Don't you understand!? You are the eldest, and therefore the most respected amongst your peers. If the younger students see you acting like that- well you know how impressionable they are!" She sighed,

"I want you to show me that you are able to settle this like the adults we all are. I want you to shake hands. In fact, I want you to shake hands tonight, in front of everyone during dinner, which you will both attend." She finished.

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"But Professor." He began.

"You will do as I say Potter. You above all others should know about the responsibilities that follows one's actions." Of course she was referring to the defeat of Voldemort last summer, and all of the vengeful attacks of innocent witches, wizards, and especially muggles that followed. She looked frustrated and extremely disappointed.

Harry was simply exasperated, she had to know Malfoy had started this, and therefore he should be the one who's punished, he thought stubbornly. She pointed to her door, and the two boys turned to leave. Harry could hear her collapse into the massive chair as he shut the door behind him.

"This isn't over yet, Potter." Malfoy spit. They glared at each other.

"Far from it." Harry growled in return. If looks could kill, Professor McGonagall would find two dead students as she left her office shortly. They turned to leave, and Harry stormed back to Gryffindor Common Room, his temper getting the best of him. His day was crap already, and it hadn't even really begun, he thought discouragingly. As he stepped through the portrait hole, Ron and Hermione rushed over and greeted him.

"What happened?" Ron asked instantly. Harry sighed.

"We have to shake hands in front of the whole school tonight at dinner."

"Ugh, you have to touch him? After all that shit, you guys have to touch each other?" He said disgustedly.

"Please Ron," Hermione said disapprovingly, "Harry has to set an example. He has to show that fighting is never the answer, or something like that, right?"

"As usual." He smiled at her, and she seemed to glow. Then he sighed and headed towards his dorm. The only way he would ever touch Malfoy, was if he was going to punch him in his smug face, but that seemed unlikely now. There was no doubt in his mind that the entire school was talking about the 'almost' fight this morning. This meant he'd have to hear about it all day today.

" I'll go get my stuff." He disappeared upstairs.

When he returned, the three of them left silently together. As they approached the familure-forked hallway, Harry turned right with Hermione when Ron had turned left. They stopped, both looking concerned at Harry.

"What?" Harry asked. He was getting a little annoyed. They both looked apologetic, no one wanted to say anything. Finally Ron spoke up,

"Sorry mate, but right now we have Divination."

"Oh -right, can it get any worse?" He said sadly. Hermione giggled, and patted his back soothingly. He flashed a million dollar grin at her and headed off with Ron.

Unfortunately for Harry, it could.

A/N: That's all for now. pleeeaaassssse, review. I write best when I'm inspired!