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A/N: Hey, thanks for the reviews and everything and especially the suggestions. Glad you liked it. And I kind of see Draco as a smart Slytherin and not a dumb one. I think this may be a proven fact (might've been said so in book 2). Oh and snugglywuggly (haha, cute name!) in case you're reading this, if you want to upload a document, you can open up notepad or Microsoft word and type up your story, save it and then go ahead and upload. Hope that helps at least! There's not going to be much of Draco in this chapter .. just to inform you.
A letter to Harry Potter from Hermione Granger
Dear Harry,
I know we've talked about this over dinner last night but I still felt like writing a letter to you. I'm sorry for not spending much time with you and Ron. It's October and the school year's just started a month ago but I really have loads of work to do. And you and Ron have Quidditch practice on top of all that. Once again, I'm glad that you're in the team again! But really, we all had a great time last night didn't we? Just like the old times. Remember Harry? We had so much fun didn't we?
But anyway, on to your next question. First of all, I'd like to say sorry yet again to you and Hedwig. I'm sorry if she's getting irritated now. Can you tell her that I'm sorry for me? No wait, that's ridiculous! I'll go and buy owl food for Hedwig on the next Hogsmeade trip. Either that or I'll give her a dead mouse that Crookshanks would sometimes catch. Hedwig does like to eat mice doesn't she? Oh no, I'm getting carried away. The person whom I'm owling - now you read this carefully Harry. Don't lose your temper or anything - but the person I'm owling is actually Malfoy. Yes, Draco Malfoy.
It started like this: Malfoy owled me a few days ago, one evening to say that he had gotten my Potions spellbook with him and I had his by mistake (though I think he's blaming me for all that). Right, and I happened to chance upon his stash of drawings which he had somehow left in between the pages. I don't think it would be surprising if I told you that the drawings were of you being tortured in various ways. Malfoy really doesn't know how to draw. Anyway, I'm sending you the drawings along with this letter. Good night, Harry.
Love, Hermione
A letter to Mr. and Mrs. Granger from Hermione Granger
Dear Mum and Dad,
I haven't seen you in a month and I'm beginning to miss you dreadfully even though school's just started. But every year, it's always been like that. Don't worry about me. I'm Harry and Ron and with the rest of my friends here remember? School's been fine but really, I'm doing so much work that I hardly get to talk to my friends. At least that's what they think. Alright, I'll admit it, I'm a workaholic. And next year's when I'll be taking my N.E.W.Ts and I would have to get prepared for it this year already! Alright, I should relax, I know.
Harry, Ron and I went to Hogsmeade Village just yesterday. We had loads of fun but it all went a little disgusting at the Three Broomsticks. It sort of happened like this: Harry, Ron and I were there right after buying some sweets from Honeydukes (I got you both tooth-flossing mints again seeing how much you loved them. The packets are in the envelope.) and we were drinking butterbeer, that nice warm drink they have there and then these boys from school had just entered. Most of them were from our house, Gryffindor. I recognized a few of them from Ravenclaw. Right, they just came in spotted us and decided to hang around with us for a bit. And then Ron went and bragged that he could chug down three mugs of butterbeer and then came this stupid challenge of who can drink the most butterbeer. And then this Ravenclaw boy in fifth year bragged that he could finish seven mugs of them and asked Madam Rosmerta (the woman who owns The Three Broomsticks) for seven mugs and he got through halfway to finishing it and was on his fifth one when suddenly he threw up all over the floor. Like I said, it was totally disgusting! Everybody except me went back to Hogwarts with a bad stomachache. Including Ron and Harry but Harry didn't drink as much. It's getting late now and I'm sure you'd want me to be sleeping by now. Hope to hear a reply from you soon...I'm sure you know how to reply back by now don't you? See you soon!
Love, your daughter, Hermione Granger
A letter to Draco Malfoy from Hermione
Granger
Malfoy you really disgust me yet again. Might I also remind you that you're a PREFECT (though I honestly think your father gave them enough money to make you a prefect probably the same way how you got to be the Quidditch seeker in second year). And really, as a prefect you're supposed to set an example towards the others especially those in first year. On the other hand, I don't think that they should be following you at all seeing that you're a cold-hearted Slytherin.
H. Granger
A letter to Ron Weasley from Hermione Granger
Dear Ron,
We're in the Great Hall right now having lunch as you're reading this. Good morning or rather, good afternoon! Hope you feel much better though I did told you not to go on that silly dare! And I also told you not to drink too much of that stuff! Alot of butterbeer will make you almost drunk Ron! Really, you, as well as everyone else who went on that dare had a stomach ache and started singing funny stuff. Just in case you don't remember what happened yesterday after drinking that stuff, you complained about a tummy ache and that you wanted to go back home and - well I'm sure you don't want to know what else you said last night. You'll go red. Yes, better not tell you. Well, hope you had a good sleep Ron. I asked Harry to give this to you in the morning after breakfast and we were hoping we'd see you at breakfast but you've skipped it. See you later in the Great Hall!
Love,
Hermione
P.S. Harry wonders if you're up for a little bit of Quidditch practice today. Just you and him.
A letter to Hermione Granger from Draco
Malfoy
Granger,
I'd like to thank you for officially letting me see red as I read your letter just this morning. I'd suggest you'd cower in fear once you've read this letter. How dare you suggest that I bought my way in to become a prefect! Same goes for the quidditch seeker issue but I think we've sorted that out haven't we? I, like you, have brains. And I use them well. If it weren't for you, I'd be the top of our year now. You just had to exist didn't you mudblood? Oh what am I doing? I thought that I'd have quit owling you ages ago but no. I'm doing this all in secret of course. Imagine what my friends would say when they find out that I've been owling a Gryffindor mudblood all along! And Potter's girlfriend no less! I'm certainly glad that Father's not here. He'd have done alot more than just having my head on a silver no - pure gold platter. You know what? It's all your fault that I'm writing to you know. You had to take my Potions book didn't you? And you had to look at my drawings. And about the drawings, I suggest you give them back to me. No, no. Forget what I said. The drawings are probably already contaminated. Like my poor Potions spell book. Damn you mudblood!
D. Malfoy
P.S. And you think I have to set an example for others? What about Weasley? Puking his guts out last night at the Three Broomsticks! He's a prefect as well. And a Gryffindor too. Singing that awful Weird Sisters song as he went out. And it does surprise me that he could actually afford to get all those mugs of butterbeer. I'd expect his mother and father would go starving for months.
A/N: Hey, thanks for the reviews and everything and especially the suggestions. Glad you liked it. And I kind of see Draco as a smart Slytherin and not a dumb one. I think this may be a proven fact (might've been said so in book 2). Oh and snugglywuggly (haha, cute name!) in case you're reading this, if you want to upload a document, you can open up notepad or Microsoft word and type up your story, save it and then go ahead and upload. Hope that helps at least! There's not going to be much of Draco in this chapter .. just to inform you.
Dear Harry,
I know we've talked about this over dinner last night but I still felt like writing a letter to you. I'm sorry for not spending much time with you and Ron. It's October and the school year's just started a month ago but I really have loads of work to do. And you and Ron have Quidditch practice on top of all that. Once again, I'm glad that you're in the team again! But really, we all had a great time last night didn't we? Just like the old times. Remember Harry? We had so much fun didn't we?
But anyway, on to your next question. First of all, I'd like to say sorry yet again to you and Hedwig. I'm sorry if she's getting irritated now. Can you tell her that I'm sorry for me? No wait, that's ridiculous! I'll go and buy owl food for Hedwig on the next Hogsmeade trip. Either that or I'll give her a dead mouse that Crookshanks would sometimes catch. Hedwig does like to eat mice doesn't she? Oh no, I'm getting carried away. The person whom I'm owling - now you read this carefully Harry. Don't lose your temper or anything - but the person I'm owling is actually Malfoy. Yes, Draco Malfoy.
It started like this: Malfoy owled me a few days ago, one evening to say that he had gotten my Potions spellbook with him and I had his by mistake (though I think he's blaming me for all that). Right, and I happened to chance upon his stash of drawings which he had somehow left in between the pages. I don't think it would be surprising if I told you that the drawings were of you being tortured in various ways. Malfoy really doesn't know how to draw. Anyway, I'm sending you the drawings along with this letter. Good night, Harry.
Love, Hermione
Dear Mum and Dad,
I haven't seen you in a month and I'm beginning to miss you dreadfully even though school's just started. But every year, it's always been like that. Don't worry about me. I'm Harry and Ron and with the rest of my friends here remember? School's been fine but really, I'm doing so much work that I hardly get to talk to my friends. At least that's what they think. Alright, I'll admit it, I'm a workaholic. And next year's when I'll be taking my N.E.W.Ts and I would have to get prepared for it this year already! Alright, I should relax, I know.
Harry, Ron and I went to Hogsmeade Village just yesterday. We had loads of fun but it all went a little disgusting at the Three Broomsticks. It sort of happened like this: Harry, Ron and I were there right after buying some sweets from Honeydukes (I got you both tooth-flossing mints again seeing how much you loved them. The packets are in the envelope.) and we were drinking butterbeer, that nice warm drink they have there and then these boys from school had just entered. Most of them were from our house, Gryffindor. I recognized a few of them from Ravenclaw. Right, they just came in spotted us and decided to hang around with us for a bit. And then Ron went and bragged that he could chug down three mugs of butterbeer and then came this stupid challenge of who can drink the most butterbeer. And then this Ravenclaw boy in fifth year bragged that he could finish seven mugs of them and asked Madam Rosmerta (the woman who owns The Three Broomsticks) for seven mugs and he got through halfway to finishing it and was on his fifth one when suddenly he threw up all over the floor. Like I said, it was totally disgusting! Everybody except me went back to Hogwarts with a bad stomachache. Including Ron and Harry but Harry didn't drink as much. It's getting late now and I'm sure you'd want me to be sleeping by now. Hope to hear a reply from you soon...I'm sure you know how to reply back by now don't you? See you soon!
Love, your daughter, Hermione Granger
Malfoy you really disgust me yet again. Might I also remind you that you're a PREFECT (though I honestly think your father gave them enough money to make you a prefect probably the same way how you got to be the Quidditch seeker in second year). And really, as a prefect you're supposed to set an example towards the others especially those in first year. On the other hand, I don't think that they should be following you at all seeing that you're a cold-hearted Slytherin.
H. Granger
Dear Ron,
We're in the Great Hall right now having lunch as you're reading this. Good morning or rather, good afternoon! Hope you feel much better though I did told you not to go on that silly dare! And I also told you not to drink too much of that stuff! Alot of butterbeer will make you almost drunk Ron! Really, you, as well as everyone else who went on that dare had a stomach ache and started singing funny stuff. Just in case you don't remember what happened yesterday after drinking that stuff, you complained about a tummy ache and that you wanted to go back home and - well I'm sure you don't want to know what else you said last night. You'll go red. Yes, better not tell you. Well, hope you had a good sleep Ron. I asked Harry to give this to you in the morning after breakfast and we were hoping we'd see you at breakfast but you've skipped it. See you later in the Great Hall!
Love,
Hermione
P.S. Harry wonders if you're up for a little bit of Quidditch practice today. Just you and him.
Granger,
I'd like to thank you for officially letting me see red as I read your letter just this morning. I'd suggest you'd cower in fear once you've read this letter. How dare you suggest that I bought my way in to become a prefect! Same goes for the quidditch seeker issue but I think we've sorted that out haven't we? I, like you, have brains. And I use them well. If it weren't for you, I'd be the top of our year now. You just had to exist didn't you mudblood? Oh what am I doing? I thought that I'd have quit owling you ages ago but no. I'm doing this all in secret of course. Imagine what my friends would say when they find out that I've been owling a Gryffindor mudblood all along! And Potter's girlfriend no less! I'm certainly glad that Father's not here. He'd have done alot more than just having my head on a silver no - pure gold platter. You know what? It's all your fault that I'm writing to you know. You had to take my Potions book didn't you? And you had to look at my drawings. And about the drawings, I suggest you give them back to me. No, no. Forget what I said. The drawings are probably already contaminated. Like my poor Potions spell book. Damn you mudblood!
D. Malfoy
P.S. And you think I have to set an example for others? What about Weasley? Puking his guts out last night at the Three Broomsticks! He's a prefect as well. And a Gryffindor too. Singing that awful Weird Sisters song as he went out. And it does surprise me that he could actually afford to get all those mugs of butterbeer. I'd expect his mother and father would go starving for months.