Chapter 2: What's up peeps?

Draco went down to eat breakfast at nearly ten. He had just finished with his closet (what? It's big) and realized he was hungry. He had his favorite, chocolate chip pancakes. His father was already gone for the day, and possibly longer, and his mother was most likely still in bed. It was a little-known fact that Narcissa Malfoy was a Hypochondriac. Draco tended to avoid her as much as possible.

Soon he was done and left his dishes in the sink, going upstairs. Pausing when he heard his mother crying, he started walking again when he heard one of her assistants comforting words. Idly wondering what she was upset about, he was at his room before he even knew it. Glancing around his room, he prepared himself for a day of flying and lying around. Life sure was good when no one else was around.

Hermione walked in smiling around dinnertime. She was almost at the top when her mother called her back downstairs. Setting her bag full of heavy books down, she trooped back down.

"Yes, mum?"

"We received your marks from Hogwarts dear."

"Oh! What were they?"

"They were all A's darling. In fact, in most classes, you had the highest grade you could get. We're both very proud of you."

"Oh, I knew it! Whose grade was the lowest, Potions?"

"Yes."

"Snape is so unfair!"

"Now darling, don't complain. You're father's in the kitchen, he wants you to help with dinner."

"What? I just got back. I'm not even hungry."

"Don't be difficult Hermione, go help your father. Beth's been hard to deal with lately, we don't need anymore problems."

"No! Have Beth do it!"

"Hermione! Don't yell at me! Now please, just because you've gotten good marks doesn't mean you can slack off everything else."

"Just because…I…URGH!"

Her hands clenched into fists, she turned around and stomped slowly up the stairs. She paused only to grab her bag and was soon in her room, slamming the door harshly. She wouldn't come out until everybody was asleep, which was bad, cause she was hungry. But Hermione wouldn't go downstairs, that was the way it always was. She wouldn't give in and let her parents win.

Deciding to write a letter, she cleared her desk space. Writing neatly, she tried to take up as much time as possible. Finally realizing she couldn't take up any more time, she attached the letter to Thunder and sent her on her way. Getting one of the books from her bag, she lied down and began to read, trying to forget about her life for a while.

Draco had just come in from flying when Thunder arrived. He detached the letter and gave her a treat, being sure to open the window for her when she left. He was surprised to receive a reply so soon.

Lightning,

Hey. I'm mad, and that's why I'm writing back so soon. My parents just got my grades, and they were really good, and then when I didn't listen to my mum about something, she said 'just because you got good grades doesn't mean you can slack off on everything else.' My sister drives me insane! My parents act so surprised whenever she acts up. I'm like 'Wow, it's Amazing! You actually thought she would change.' I mean, can you believe that? Ugh, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Yeah, I don't really dwell on it too much either. I guess that's the only way. Well, my guy is really interesting. He's in an opposing house, and everyone thinks I hate him, as he hates me. We're always getting into arguments and such; he challenges me a lot. But I like that. He's the first person I look for in a new class, no matter what it is. I don't even know why I like him so much. Isn't that crazy? There just seems to be something pulling me towards him, and it drives me insane! I even do this thing that might be considered a game inside my head while we're fighting. I like to have the answers for everything, so that I can be prepared to pretend anything. But only about topics I'm interested in. There are a lot of things a lot of people don't know about me. What about your girl? I love messes! But I'm also a perfectionist. I like organized messes. Does that make sense to you? Everyone thinks I'm the perfect little girl, with the perfect life, perfect friends, just perfect altogether. I feel so trapped sometimes. My family is pretty messed up too, so I might have you beat. I hate the word perfect! How about you? And the thunder and lightning thing, it's totally cool, don't you think? Write back soon.

Thunder

Draco decided to write back in the morning. He was tired, and so was his owl. Changing into clean pajamas, he climbed into bed, the letter on his bedside table. He feel asleep wondering who this other Pretender could be. Things like that really do bug him.

Draco woke up later than usual the following morning. It was almost noon when he finally decided to get out of the shower. Walking down to the kitchen, he stopped when he saw Narcissa's door open. Being the "inquisitive" Slytherin that he was, he leaned in and tried to hear the conversation.

"Lucius, he's just a boy still. You can't ask him to do that!"

"Don't tell me what to do! He is my son, and I'll be damned if he doesn't want it!" 'I guess you're damned then.' He thought with a smirk.

"He's my son too, and I'll say when he is ready!"

"Narcissa! The boy will be ready if I say he's ready!"

"Lucius, I swear a witch's oath if you so much as mention it to Draco before school starts, I'll have your head!"

"He always was a mama's boy."

Draco could hear the smirk, even if he couldn't see his father's face. He silently crept away, blocking the information out until he was back in his room. The second the door shut and the silencing spell was replaced, he was screaming bloody murder. Forgetting about lunch, he pocketed his wand and got his new broomstick. Not even bothering with the stairs, he opened the window and shot out. Flying always relieved his tension.

Later that night, he collapsed into his bed, ridden with fatigue. His eyes fell on the letter and he thought to himself, 'I should get up and write back.' He was still lying there an hour later while drifting to sleep.

Waking up around nine in the morning, he changed into fresh clothes, got breakfast, and marched back to his room while eating the toast from his plate. Setting the plate down, he grabbed his quill and sat for an hour, trying to write his letter, while eating with his right hand. It wasn't too difficult, since lefties have better use of both hands, but he wanted to be sure he didn't slop anything. Finally done, he called Lightning over and watched her till she was out of sight. Looking back to the desk from the window, he thought to himself, 'I should take that back downstairs.' (The plate was still there three days later.)

Hermione had just come in from her evening bike ride and was about to flop down on her bed, when she realized she wouldn't be able to. Going to the owl, she got the letter and offered the bird a treat. He took it and let himself out the open window. Flopping down into a sitting position, she broke the seal and began to read.

Thunder,

Hey. That's outrageous! I can't believe she said that! I'm worried. My dad wants me to do something I don't want to do, but thankfully, my mum's trying to stop him. It's really bad too. This guy doesn't seem so bad, why do you have to hate him? What's the little mind game you play? It's so weird, it's almost the same for my girl. She's very smart, and most people don't find her too pretty but I think she's beautiful. She's a real fighter, but doesn't care to get in trouble. I've even managed to compliment her a few times without anyone noticing. I've always liked her, from the very first time I saw her. It wasn't till fifth year that I realized it was more than just a crush. She's the only person I really care about, and she hates me. I know it'll never work out, but there's always that little small part of me that won't give up hope. My parent's are driving me up the wall! I swear, I'll be in St. Mungo's before school starts. When is your birthday? (I'm just curious, not trying to find out who you are) Mine is May 27th. Organized messes are the only messes! Write again quickly, I've got a plan formulating.

Lightning

Frowning at the last part, she quickly read it again. What was his plan? Hermione decided to write back right away, but she wanted to know the plan he was coming up with. Nobody knew it, but Hermione really was a rather impatient person.


I just have a few endnotes.

One: I put she had all A's because I'm American and that's the highest grade we get. I don't know what the highest grade you can get in England is, and I just couldn't find out what Hogwart's grading system is, and believe me, I tried.

Two: I mean no offense to right-handed people, they're great! But it's been proven that left-handed people (less than 10 percent of the population) are better doing things with both hands. That's only because we're forced to live in a right-handed world! I'm a lefty by the way, so yeah………

I was so happy to see so many familiar names! And some new ones! YAY! I hope you liked it, there's more coming soon! I know there are a lot of lines, but that's the only way I could garentee they would be separated like I wanted them to be. Thanks to all my reviewers!

Dizzy