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Rhia-Thanks!

Janiko-Thanks! Nope... no song this time.

Pris-Thanks!

???-Thanks! Yeah, poor her.

Lil-Miss-Devil- Thanks!

Slytherin Hot Chick- Thanks! Ya know, I thought the title kinda sucked, cuz it was too short, (I'm not very good at titles). Thanks! I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought! :)

AkumaKanada no Tenchi- Sorry! I just felt like adding a song for some reason... it wasn't going to be in there originally, though. Please forgive me? *looks at her smiling big and hoping she still likes the story*

JoeBob1379-I know! She's being so dumb! Why does she have to be that way? *someone comes and whispers something in her ear* Oh... yeah... I wrote it.. hehe. J/k! I dunno... just like to stretch it out and make her be all stubborn and stupid and everything! :D

Cory-I know! I love that song, too! Thanks!

BraveSpiritGryffindor-I know, it is sad isn't it?)

Discoveries-10-ANOTHER Love Letter?!

"So..." Hermione began, as they sat in the attic, trying to get some work done. "Have you found anything yet?"

"Nope," Malfoy said.

"Oh."

"Have you?"

"No."

"Oh."

Their conversations now, were pretty dull and lifeless. No emotions behind them. Strictly professional. They only spoke because otherwise they wouldn't be working together on this assignment. It wasn't because they wanted to talk to each other. Although deep down, they knew that's what they really wanted.

"Hey, Malfoy, I think I found something!" Hermione said, excitedly, keeping her eyes on the paper, as he walked over and looked at the paper she held. It was a newspaper clipping... yellow and aged. "'Last night was the death of a very loved member of our town. Miss Wanda Goodrich of 1224 Potluck Drive. It was her best friend, Gloria Thompson that found her, dead in her very own bathtub, which was still full of water. Officials searched the house, and found no clue as to how it happened. It is official, now, that the death of Wanda was an accident. Everyone will miss her very much, but hope she's on to a better place.' How ridiculous!" Hermione said, after reading it aloud. "What on EARTH could've happened, and yet they found NO trace of anything?!"

"I dunno," Malfoy said, staring blankly at the paper.

Hermione looked up at him. He had looked away from the paper now, and his eyes were getting a faraway look on them. Deep in his own thoughts. "Malfoy... what is it?"

He snapped out of it. "Nothing. Nothing at all," he replied, almost too quickly. Then, "Good job!"

"Thanks!" she said, beaming. She had actually found a major clue! Now the part that was left, was finding out exactly HOW it happened. Or... WHO?

~*~*~

Later that evening, while Hermione was sitting in a chair by the fireplace downstairs reading, she heard Malfoy enter the room and turned around. He was carrying a piece of parchment, a quill, and his owl. She watched as he sat and wrote a long letter to someone. She knew who it was of course. It was Pansy Parkinson. Who else had he been writing to? No one. It was only her. The thought made her sick. How could he even WRITE stuff like that to HER? Love notes?! It was disgusting! She was the ugliest girl Hogwarts, and everywhere else I'm sure, has ever seen! A face like a pug, and always clinging to Malfoy as if her life depended on him being there. So she decided to say something.

"Writing another love letter to your 'dearest' Pansy?"

Malfoy jumped about a foot in the air. "I didn't realize you were in here," he said, turning around. "And how did you know about those?"

Hermione grinned, somewhat evilly. "It's a simple thing called... SPYING! It's basically what I was doing this time, except I didn't actually READ the letter this time. The first one was just too... ugh! I don't even want to think about it! But you know what's even worse... PANSY'S letters that SHE writes to YOU!" Hermione pretended to throw up. Malfoy let out a laugh. They looked at each other and smiled, then immediately stopped.

"Well... I better go mail this letter now," he said, attaching the folded up piece of parchment to his owls leg, and going outside with him.

(TFG: Sorry... I've been trying not to write short chapters, so sorry that this one's so short! But REVIEW, please!)