Ok, I've decided to make it a friendship type thing, no romance stuff. I need ideas though! thanks.

recap: Hermione rolled her eyes and waited for her comrades, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, to turn in their papers. They soon joined her. As they made their way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione said, "I'm surprised that you two didn't ask for my help with the assignment today! I'm pleased." Ron and Harry stopped and stared.

"Today's assignment was on Polyjuice Potion. We WOULD'VE asked for help if we didn't get TONS in our second year," Ron replied.

"Yeah, I guess so," Hermione replied with a short laugh.

Suddenly, they heard a drawling voice state, "What DID happen in our second year, Weasley?"

The three spun around to see, oh yes, Draco Malfoy. He was standing hero-style (hands balled up on hips, legs apart) in front of Crabbe and Goyle. "None of your bloody business, Malfoy!" Ron spat.

"Seems I've touched the Weasel's nerves! It has something to do with Polyjuice potion, I see. No matter, we'll find out eventually...right...Granger?"

Hermione just retorted, "You're not worth my time, ferret.," and the three walked off.

She continued, "Can you believe the nerve of him...thinks he can just barge in our business. Why is he even talking to us? Doesn't he have better things to do? And why does he always talk to US! Why not other people? Although..really, Ron, you need to be more careful of what you say when everyone's around."

Harry and Ron looked at each other after Hermione's long speel about Malfoy, which seemed to go a little bit longer than usual.

Ron'sslowly said, "Sorry, Hermione."

Herry spoke up for the first time since Potions, "What do you think he would do if he found out about what we did, though?"

"Probably run to precious daddy," Ron spat.

"Yeah..." Harry laughed.

They arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, muttered 'fairy flutters' and walked in. Students were around in various places, mostly studying or chatting.

"I'm going to go to bed now, get some good sleep for once," Hermione said.

"But, Hermione, it's 5 'o clock!" Ron complained.

"Oh...uh, really? It seemed later..." Hermione drifted off.

"Clazsses get out the same time every day, though," Harry reminded her.

"Well, I'm just mire tired today, okay!" Hermione angrily replied.

"Ok ok! we were just saying...anyway, good..night, I guess," Ron said.

In a huff, Hermione stomped up the stairs.

I hate lying to them...but if they ever knew why I really wanted to come up late... Hermione thought.

She pulled out some parchment and a quill from her bag and started to write:

Brave Knight (I love our little aliases!),

Nice display of anger today. I'm sorry I called you a ferret earlier, but if I didn't say anything mean or distasteful, Harry and Ron might think something's up. I miss not being able to talk to you..the summer was so great, we could talk whenever we wanted, nobody pressuring us to be evil to each other...I wish it didn't matter, that we could just be together, and nobody would care. Even though the circumstances that we were brought together in weren't the greatest, I still cherish our friendship greatly and wouldn't trade it for anything.

The Fair Maiden (heehee)

Hermione quickly checked over the letter to make sure it was okay, then tied it up and set off for the Owlery. Once she got there, she walked to the nearest barn own and tied the letter to its leg. "Take this to Draco Malfoy."