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Chapter Six: Love, Hermione

"Hi, Malfoy."

Draco looked up from his homework and saw Hermione smiling at him from her seat across the table. Was he hearing things?

"Uh, hi, Granger." Draco said. This girl was making him nervous again. Why was she smiling at him like that?

"What do you want?" he snapped.

"I just want to pass you something." Hermione said sweetly and slid the letter that she wrote for Ginny across the table. It hit Draco's textbook and he grabbed it. As he lifted one hand to open it, he raised an eyebrow to look at her. He brought his hand back.

He hesitated.

Then, he looked back at Hermione and dropped the letter onto the table. "Is there something you want to tell me, Granger? WHY are you smiling at me like that?"

"I'm just being nice." Hermione said, shrugging. And I can see your reaction when you read my letter. MY letter. Mine, mine, mine!

"Right," Draco said sarcastically as he opened it and read it quickly. Hermione watched his expression change from sarcastic to surprise.

"Well, um-," Draco started. Who were Romeo and Juliet? "May I please know who my secret admirer is, Granger?" he looked up at her.

Hermione shook her head.

"Fine then, get lost." Draco said nastily and stuffed the letter under his books and resumed his study – but his mind wasn't on his books. It was on her.

Who was this girl?

Or guy.

Draco scrunched up his face at the thought of that. He knew he attracted almost anyone… but, why care about what Weasley said?

Her second letter made him feel very excited – he just had to find out her identity.

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My dear admirer;

Won't you please tell me who you are? I promise I won't do anything that will hurt you. Maybe we could get to know each other better.

Superficiality doesn't matter to me, I promise.

Love, Draco.

(Haha! Draco had thought when he wrote that. It sounded so phony.)

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My dearest Draco;

All that matters to me is you.

Maybe one day, my identity will be revealed to you.

But for now, I would like to keep it a secret.

Why don't you tell me about yourself first?

I'm not sure if I know you well enough.

Love,

Your Secret admirer.

(This is making my hair stand on ends but whatever, as long as Ginny finds it okay.)

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My dear admirer;

Don't judge me by my cover.

I'm someone who doesn't expect much.

I once visited Australia… although there were very little wizards and witches.

(My father wasn't greatly happy, but who cares?)

But I really loved that place.

What about you?

Love,

Draco.

(One of my best letters, no: D )

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"Hermione? How's the letter-writing? Did Draco say anything about the change of handwriting?" Ginny appeared next to her all of a sudden that it made Hermione jump.

"No, he didn't." Hermione replied. She felt a little annoyed with Ginny.

She was the one who wanted to write to Draco as a secret admirer.

She was the one who was 'falling for Malfoy'!

Ugh.

And now, Hermione was the one writing to Draco.

"Well, that's great, isn't it?" Ginny grinned at Hermione. "Maybe if he warms up to me, I'll reveal myself!"

Hermione forced herself to smile. Warm up to me, Hermione, you mean.

Dear Draco;

I don't know if it's a coincidence or just fate, but I really do like touring Australia too.

What about books?

I really love Great Expectations by Charles Dickens and Shakespeare. The play I love most by him is The Merchant of Venice. It shows the love between two characters and what they are willing to go through for each other.

Love,

Your secret admirer.

Who was Charles Dickens? And what was Shakespeare? Draco's brows knitted in confusion. He hadn't even heard those weird names before.

The Merchant of Venice? Had he ever watched something like that?

Hmmm. And her handwriting was different… it was definitely neater, but he couldn't make out whose that belonged to, although it was vaguely familiar.

But she liked what he liked. It was perfect. He had smiled when he read that. He felt as though he knew this admirer of his for ages.

"Crabbe," Draco pulled his bulky friend away when he spotted him.

"Mmmm?" Crabbe said, his mouth and hands full of food.

"Do you know who's Charles Dickens?"

"HUH?"

"Shakespeare?"

"Who?"

"Argh, nevermind!" Draco threw his hands up in despair. Asking Crabbe was like asking a brick wall.

"Ah, Blaise." Draco spotted his next friend at the Slytherin table. "Zaibini!"

"What, Draco?" Blaise yelled back.

Draco sat across Blaise at the table. Blaise was eating like there was no tomorrow – just like Crabbe and Goyle.

Draco narrowed his eyes, feeling annoyed.

"Do you know what The Merchant of Venice is?"

Blaise frowned. "Merchant of who?"

"Right." Draco said, sighing. "All right, see you!" he got up to leave.

My secret admirer;

I'm sorry but I have no idea what Shakespeare or the Merchant of Venice is.

Can you try telling me more about it?

Hermione laughed at herself. It was a relief that Draco didn't know that Shakespeare and the other stuff were all Muggle stuff.

She mentally slapped herself for making that mistake.

It was too close.

She read the rest of his letter.

I just received a piece of parchment from my father. He says that the examinations are nearing and I've got to perform well in every single subject.

He just expects so much from me. I don't know what he wants from me. He doesn't care what I want. He just cares about what HE wants.

I am so sick of it already.

I bet your parents don't treat you like my father does.

Love,

Draco.

She had remembered him throwing a piece of parchment into the fireplace last night. For a while, she pitied Draco Malfoy.

She reread his last sentence. Well, that wasn't completely true. Her parents expected a lot from her. But fortunately, she was smart after all. : D

Dearest Draco;

I'm so sorry to hear about that. But somehow, I'm sure there is someone out there in a much worse situation than you are in.

Cheer up.

My parents do expect a lot from me too.

Here's my consolation,

My parents expect just as much.

Love,

Hermione.

She stared at her letter. Something was seriously wrong about it.

Then she noticed. She had signed off as her name!

Well, what a relief that she had noticed it! She crossed out her name and wrote:

Love,

Your secret admirer.