A/N: LynXKitty & Kat: Hahahahah!! I have to agree with you... yeah it was really cheesy!! I got that from an e-card. Hehehe =P Please review my cheesy story!!! Thanks all!!
Woops..mistake again. I forgot to mention that the song on chapter...21 is Pretty girl by Sugarcult.
Pretty short chapter--
Chapter 23: The only chance...
Hermione trembled...she dropped her arms on her lap and cried... Why was she crying so much? She doesn't know...
She let out a hiccoughing laugh at the thought of Draco trying to be romantic. Before she started to gather the letters back in the opened package, she caught one last package lying on the ground. The largest package...
I wonder... Hermione thought as she picked up the parcel. They were no letters this time...she felt something solid. She ripped it up and almost choked as she gasped.
It was a large green picture frame. A young blonde flashed, beaming, wearing a triumphant look. He held a parchment up high with his wand, smirking. Malfoy was sending her a picture of him during his Hogwarts graduation. The question is... why?
Below his picture, green glowing words appeared. One word at the time, Hermione read:
'I'm sorry I can't be perfect...'
Hermione eyed the photograph carefully, and realised why it was there in the first place. How could she have not realised it? She had not realised herself...smiling in the distance right behind Malfoy. It was like the two of them were standing beside each other. Young Hermione was waving at her friends, unaware of the photograph being taken. Hermione looked at her younger self carefully, and then looked at the arrogant young Draco. I'm sorry I can't be perfect....
She turned the large picture frame over and found herself looking at the other side of the photo frame. Scarlet, this time- and in the middle, flashed two beings, smiling foolishly and laughed. The blonde-headed boy grabbed the girl's shoulders and was caught looking at each other's eyes, and smiled. It was a picture of them at Diagon Alley...
Golden words appeared this time... different letters...
'I'm just a little unwell...'
Hermione stared at this for a while...a warm sensation swelled all over her. Somehow..she felt...better... Malfoy made her better... Does she still have feelings for him? Does she still care?
Yes...
She can't let him go that easily...it hurts her. She has got to talk to him.
She summoned the letters inside her house as she wiped her tears with her pyjamas. Forget about breakfast outside. She was going to stay inside- with Draco's letters...
After breakfast, Hermione placed the letters in her special silver sparkled box.
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Hermione headed to work the next day and came back, paper work free. Her mother had contacted her and mentioned a vacation plan for her in March. She couldn't wait!
As a daily routine, Hermione walked over to her mailbox, to find nothing but The Evening Prophet already being delivered in her box. She walked towards her door, grunting snow blocked her way.
Plow yard tomorrow, she told herself.
She walked over to her door and found another letter lying on the rag, stiff and covered with snow. There's only one person who sends letters on her doorway...there's only one person that she knew, who didn't know how to work a mailbox. She sighed and picked it up.
She bit the letter as she walked inside her house and got herself cozy before opening it.
Draco Malfoy.
It said on the front of the envelope. She cracked it open neatly and pulled out the letter inside:
Hermione-
Christmas is soon to come. Surprisingly, I'm holding up a Christmas party next Friday. Please come. Tell your friends, Weasley and Potter. It'd be a big change too-
Please come, Hermione.
Yours truly,
Draco.
She sighed again as she folded the letter back in its envelope. Christmas party from Draco?
Hermione sat in her chair...hesitating...should she go?