A/N: Thank you everyone who commented. Here is the next part of this story.

Chapter Four: Receiving

Harry sat in the Gryffindore common room thinking about why Hermione looked so upset today. She seemed so hurt about something and he didn't know what and it was itching him to know.

Ron burst through the boys' dormitory door looking excited.

"Harry! Look! I have an acceptance letter! I am going with number 38!" Ron said excitingly. "We are meeting by the Great Hall on the left side of the doors. Harry smiled at him.

"Good job Ron. I haven't received any notice saying anyone has accepted mine yet." Harry said. He looked over at the fireplace, a burning fire in it. "I'm more worried about Hermione."

The portrait whole opened and in walked Seamus Finnigan.

"Here ya go Harry. It's letters from a bunch of repliers." Seamus said and handed Harry the big stack of parchments. Harry stared at the stack wide eyed.

"I didn't think this many would say yes." Harry said shocked.

"Well, mate, what'd ya think? You're number one." Ron said matter-of-factly.

Harry shrugged and looked through the numbers. He hoped that number 2 would accept him. He thought it would be cool if number 1 and 2 went together. There it was. A letter with the number 2 on it saying she accepted.

"I'll take this one." Harry said. All of the letters disappeared accept for that one. A list appeared in front of Harry.

PLEASE PICK ONE

Harry scanned down the list.

"Er. This one." He pointed at the one at the very bottom of the list. 'By the Gryffindore portrait' disappeared off of the list. Harry looked over at Lavender Brown and Pavatri Patil. They were sitting in a corner giggling. Maybe they had gotten an acceptance letter. Maybe it was his. 'Nah.' Harry thought with a bit of a doubt in his gut. He hoped it wouldn't be Pavatri. His mind wondered back to his fourth year at the Yule Ball.

The portrait to the Gryffindore tower opened. In walked a tall man with a two taller men standing behind him.

"We are looking for Ms. Hermione Granger." The man spoke with a demanding, strong voice.

The boys and girls in the common room looked around. They all looked too scared and curious to answer the man.

"Um. She isn't here." Harry spoke, his mind wondering why the Ministry would be looking for her.

"Thank you." The man said and turned to leave, the other scary looking men following in suite.

As the three officers left, the whole common room erupted into chatter. Everyone seemed to be wondering the same thing… 'Why is the ministry looking for Hermione?'

Hermione went up to the Head Boy and Girl common room. As she opened the portrait, Draco Malfoy was sitting on the couch smirking at her.

"Whatever it is, Malfoy, I don't want to hear it." Hermione said softly, walking up to her room.

"The ministry was here, looking for you. Curious is all." Draco said, stepping towards her.

Hermione froze. She had forgotten all about the ministry.

"I don't want to talk about it." She said hurriedly and ran up the stairs to her dormitory.

She slammed the door behind her and slid to the floor.

"Why!" She screamed. She then began to cry again. 'I'm supposed to be worrying about the Graduation dance and the finals, not the fact that my parents worked for the Dark Lord!' She thought angrily in her head. 'I'll just continue school and worry about this later.'

Hermione whipped her eyes and stood up. Lying on her bed was a load of letters. Hermione smiled.

"Who should I choose?" Hermione thought out loud. She began to look through the pile. "Well, my favorite number is 96, but that is a girls number. What about 95." She searched through the pile. "Nothing. Alright, 97." She searched for that number, and there it was.

"Perfect. Now to reply." She checked the 'accept' part of the letter and the others disappeared. "All done."

Hermione changed into her pajamas and fell asleep.

Draco looked over as a letter appeared on his bed.

"104. I guess that's my choice." He accepted the letter and chose to meet outside the library.

Little did he know that he just accepted the letter of one of his enemies, Hermione Granger.

A/N: Alright. May be short and blah. But I have a nagging brother on my back. So I'll fix it later if you want me to or if I want to. (Which I might.)