Draco and Hermione stayed friends over the years. His parents were ok with it because they were sure that the friendship would never last. Her parents were ok with it because they had always wanted their daughter to have a very best friend, no matter who that might be.
Hermione remembered that day, the day when she recieved 'The Letter'.
Her mother walked in with a hand full of groceries and the mail in her other hand. "Look what came in the mail today!" she said to an eleven-year-old Hermione. Hermione took the letter, opened it, and began to read it. In it was just what Draco had been telling her about all these years- proof of a magic school.
"Oh, my Gosh!" she shrieked. "Mother! I- I got into a magic school!" Her mother set down the groceries in concern. "Did you say..."
"Yes, mother! Read it!" Mrs. Granger took the paper from Hermione and read it.
"Dear Miss Granger, We are pleased to inform you that you haver been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" her mother had heard ledgends of that place for. When she was a child, her best friend had gone away to a similar school. She never saw her again. So she hugged Hermione in congrats. "Wonderful, sweetheart! Next week we'll hop down to this Diagon Alley spot and pick up your things."
Suddenly, the door opened. Draco walked in and waved to Mrs. Granger. She waved back. "You want a soda, Draco?" she asked him pleasently. He shook his head. "I have to talk to Hermione." Hermione noticed that he didn't look very happy.
They headed up stairs to her room. He shut the door, and sat down on her desk chair. "Hermione, I have some bad news." She showed him the letter. "Is it about this?" his eyes suddenly lit up. "Yes! You got one too? This is great!" he jumped up and hugged her. Then they both realized what they were doing, and sat back down, faces a little red. "But there's something else. My father doesn't want us to be friends anymore."
Hermione sat down on her bed. She threw up her hands in anger and sadness. "So... that's it? Boom! We aren't friends anymore?" He shook his head quickly. "Oh, no! We will still be friends! We just can't let anyone else know. When i get to school, I have to pretend that I only like snobby rich families, no muggle-borns." They were both old enough to know the vocabulary of magic folk.
Hermione still felt sad. "Then how can we be friends?" His misty gray eyes matched her soft brown ones. "We can 'accidentally' meet in the library and stuff. No one will know. Meanwhile we can make other friends, and... well... we'll have to pretend... to hate each other." eShe looked at him sadly. "I see. I'll try. i could never hate you, Draco. But I'll try."
They looked at each other for one last time, and as he left her room, Hermione, being only 11, lay down on her bed and cried.
Hermione remembered that day, the day when she recieved 'The Letter'.
Her mother walked in with a hand full of groceries and the mail in her other hand. "Look what came in the mail today!" she said to an eleven-year-old Hermione. Hermione took the letter, opened it, and began to read it. In it was just what Draco had been telling her about all these years- proof of a magic school.
"Oh, my Gosh!" she shrieked. "Mother! I- I got into a magic school!" Her mother set down the groceries in concern. "Did you say..."
"Yes, mother! Read it!" Mrs. Granger took the paper from Hermione and read it.
"Dear Miss Granger, We are pleased to inform you that you haver been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" her mother had heard ledgends of that place for. When she was a child, her best friend had gone away to a similar school. She never saw her again. So she hugged Hermione in congrats. "Wonderful, sweetheart! Next week we'll hop down to this Diagon Alley spot and pick up your things."
Suddenly, the door opened. Draco walked in and waved to Mrs. Granger. She waved back. "You want a soda, Draco?" she asked him pleasently. He shook his head. "I have to talk to Hermione." Hermione noticed that he didn't look very happy.
They headed up stairs to her room. He shut the door, and sat down on her desk chair. "Hermione, I have some bad news." She showed him the letter. "Is it about this?" his eyes suddenly lit up. "Yes! You got one too? This is great!" he jumped up and hugged her. Then they both realized what they were doing, and sat back down, faces a little red. "But there's something else. My father doesn't want us to be friends anymore."
Hermione sat down on her bed. She threw up her hands in anger and sadness. "So... that's it? Boom! We aren't friends anymore?" He shook his head quickly. "Oh, no! We will still be friends! We just can't let anyone else know. When i get to school, I have to pretend that I only like snobby rich families, no muggle-borns." They were both old enough to know the vocabulary of magic folk.
Hermione still felt sad. "Then how can we be friends?" His misty gray eyes matched her soft brown ones. "We can 'accidentally' meet in the library and stuff. No one will know. Meanwhile we can make other friends, and... well... we'll have to pretend... to hate each other." eShe looked at him sadly. "I see. I'll try. i could never hate you, Draco. But I'll try."
They looked at each other for one last time, and as he left her room, Hermione, being only 11, lay down on her bed and cried.