Recap: 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."

The next morning, Hermione was woken by a hard tapping on her window. Well, actually, Lavender and Parvati were woken by the hard tapping. Hermione was woken by the groans and shrieks for her to go check the window. Hermione went to the window to find a rather familiar owl pecking at the window.

"Well, hello there, Gerik, do you have a reply?"

The answer was apparently yes, because the dark owl stuck out its leg. Hermione unrolled the parchment and began to read.

My Fair Maiden,

I know it is frustrating to not be able to speak openly with one another, but we must get through this. Our friendship is based off of very important events in both of our lives. They made me see you as an equal, maybe better, and that means a lot, especially coming from me and my background. I also miss the summer greatly, when my father was away. We have to be strong. With the war progressing and my shifty position in school, I am not trusted by most. I am surprised that Potter and Weasley even looked at me. Although, nobody else matters as long as you trust me.

The Brave Knight

Hermione wiped away a silent teardrop that rolled off her cheek. Soon, she was lost in memories.

"Hermione! We're so glad to see you!" Hermione's parents exclaimed as she walked out of Platform 9 3/4. Soon, they noticed the terrible expression on their daughter's face. "Dear, what's wrong?"

"Professor Dumbledore was killed by a teacher he trusted with his life. The war I told you about, it is almost here. Another student, remember me telling you about Draco Malfoy? He WAS going to do it, until Snape killed Dumbledore and they fled."

"Oh, honey...Are you alright?"

No."

Later that week, Hermione had gone into a book store on the far side of Diagon Alley. She was walking in the furthest, darkest corner, trying to collect her thoughts, when she saw a mass of tattered robes in between two book cases. She walked up the the mass. "Hello?" she said in a slightly choked voice.

The mass moved, and lifted up its hood of its robes. It was none other than a dirty, sunken-eyed Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here, you terrible worthless git!" Hermione said in an elevated whisper.

A single tear rolled down his cheek.

She had to see him.

SOOO? What do you guys think? Is anyone actually reading it? I would love to know.