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It was the dead of night, the clock ticking slowly, and the owls hooting sleepily, but other than that, there was no noise. It was at this time, that Draco decided to go and see what that letter was all about. He knew he shouldn't, knew it was private and knew he he shouldn't care, but at this minute, his curiosity was too much for him to handle. Why he cared about some mudblood's private life he didn't know.

Tiptoeing, he slowly made his way through the common room, and pushed her door open as quietly as he could and cursed it silently as it had the nerve to creak eerily.

Walking into her room, he took the chance to glance at her silently sleeping form. Her curls were splayed behind her as the moonlight crept in from the window, illuminating her face. She really was beautiful he thought before he scolded himself, disgusted with his behaviour. It was at that moment he realised she had tears on her face, and he wondered if he should really be doing this, but he shrugged the feeling off as quickly as it came. He scanned the room and saw it, on her dresser and made his way towards it and snatched it up and read in the dim light.

Issued by Ministry of Magic regarding private issues.----------------------------------------

To Miss Hermione Granger,

As you know, the ministry dealt with your parents will earlier this year due to the fact that wizard items may have been distributed and if muggles had received knowledge of our world, then the results may have been drastic.

We at the ministry are writing to inform you that your parents: Anne and Tom Granger left everything they owned to you and therefore you are free to decide what you shall do with it.

However, in the details of their will was a request that this letter be delivered to you. We have printed it out, but the original letter can be found in your gringots bank vault.

We are sorry for your loss

Anna Greebald-

Ministry of magic. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hermione,

We suppose if you are reading this, we are dead (considering it is in our will) However Hermione, we intended to tell you on your 18th birthday,

so please don't think of us too badly. We love you so much, more than anything in the world, but Hermione, you were adopted, well to be honest, you were given to us. I know this will come as a shock, but we would rather that you found out through us than some uptight person that doesn't care. Your parents were pureblood, a wizard family. (Your mother says I'm being sexist!) fine, a witch family. They gave you up, because of the fact that Voldemort was hunting them down, and they did not want you to get hurt. They said, that perhaps when you were older, they could visit you and we agreed, they were very good about it. They understood that you had no idea who they were, but as far as we could tell, they loved you. I suppose that if we are dead, your parents will be your rightful guardians. Hermione we are so sorry we never told you, but it was so hard for us to tell you. It was so hard for us to realise that you weren't our rightful daughter, and that one day you would have to know, so we just delayed the moment as much as possible.

If we are dead, I just hoped we have lived long enough to see you off on your final year at Hogwarts. We wanted to see you as you progressed through life. We wanted to see you drive a car, fall in love, get married and hopefully one day you will do all those things.

We wish you will forgive us, and give your other parents a chance.

Don't forget us

We love you so much, more than anything, more than anyone.

Mum & Dad.

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Draco stood there in shock, not noticing that Hermione was beginning to stir, sleepily moving in her bed.

"No way…" he whispered to himself at this new revelation.

What have I done? He pondered to himself as suddenly his stomach turned. What was this feeling? He had never felt it before. It was horrible, he felt uneasy and miserable and his stomach was doing strange things. Draco Malfoy, for the first time in his life was guilty. He felt guilty. How would this feeling stop? Why did he feel it? He shouldn't feel anything.

He sighed and turned,……………………..only to face the horrified eyes of Hermione Granger, tears fresh on her cheeks, curls cascading down her back.

She eyed him warily, "What…the Hell are you doing in here?" she asked, her voice wavering as she looked at him, the uncertainty evident in her face.

"I-um" Draco began. For the first time in his life, he didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do.

Her eyes searched him for an answer and landed on the letter still clutched in his hands and he cursed himself for being so stupid.

"You-you read my letter?" she whispered dangerously. She sounded upset, horrified, disgusted and angry all at the same time. How that was possible Draco didn't know, but he knew it wasn't good.

"Granger-" he began, but she cut him off.

"Did you?" she asked. Draco felt guilty, and even worse…he looked guilty.

"Get out" she said coldly, her eyes showing no emotions whatsoever.

"Granger I a-"

"I said……." she said, her voice hovering dangerously low, "to get out"

Draco knew he should leave, but at that moment, he wanted to comfort her…let her know he was sorry. God knows why he thought, knowing he should not feel this way.

"Granger just listen" he tried, but she held up her hand and looked away from him.

"I don't want to see you. Don't shower me with false apologies" she said and her eyes glinted. He took this as a danger sign as suddenly a strong wind blew throughout the room, throwing him off balance.

Memories came flooding back to him, of the time that their powers joined. He couldn't remember until now, but at this moment he was very aware of what she could do.

"Get out!" she yelled, and Draco was thrown from the room with such a force that he was left sprawled on the common room floor.

The next day he knocked on her door pretty damn annoyed, but slightly cautious too.

"Come in" he heard her say weakly from inside the room. He wandered in, and saw her on her bed, brushing her curls with a hairbrush slowly.

She glanced at him and rolled her eyes asking slowly. "What do you want Draco?" in a bored tone. He was slightly surprised at the fact that she had registered the use of his first name, but looked her in the eye.

"Err our first lesson with Dumbledore is at 6 tonight…and you have to get up if you want to have some breakfast" he said rather awkwardly. Why it was awkward he didn't know. He didn't need to explain his actions to her.

"Ok" she said quietly. They stood there for a while before Draco spoke.

"Hey Granger…I want to say I'm…I'm sorry for reading your bloody letter" he said fast in one breath. It came out before he could stop himself and he was slightly frustrated at his lack of self control.

He waited cautiously with baited breath for her response and to his relief she smiled weakly at him.

"Ummm that's ok" she said as he smiled back at her.

"But- tell anyone and your dead" she said half-jokingly and his trademark smirk slipped back on his face.

"Wouldn't dream of it m-" he started before cutting himself off. He sighed annoyed. He would have to think of a new insult now.

"Yeah, mudblood doesn't really cut it now I'm not really a mud blood does it?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Not really" he said, annoyed. He sneered at her "Granger, you need anger management". She crossed her arms and looked at him indignantly. "I do not!" she said, before he walked out, knocking her ornaments off her drawer as he went, laughing.

Hermione walked into the great hall, and sat down at the end of the dinner table with Ron and Lavender as her eyes swept over the hall. Her eyes settled on Harry and Ginny who were sitting there holding hands. They caught Hermione's gaze and dropped hands immediately, looking rather guilty.

"Well at least they have the grace to look ashamed of themselves" Ron spat, his mouth full of potatoes while Lavender nodded in agreement, sending daggers their way. Slowly Harry got up and sat opposite of Hermione who looked away from him. Ron meanwhile gagged on particularly large piece of sausage whilst Lavender blushed slightly at her boyfriends eating habits whilst thumping him on the back.

"Hermione" he attempted, and she looked at him, glaring as hard as she possibly could..

"Herm, listen" he pleaded as she rolled her eyes. "What?" she asked him as Ron nodded at her calm exterior in the situation and Lavender winked slightly.

"I know what I have done is wrong, and horrible" as Hermione snorted at him."Slightly" she scoffed. Harry ignored this and carried on. "Please, could we try to be friends again?" he pleaded, practically begging for forgiveness. "I don't know Harry, you hurt me real bad..." she said, shaking her head sadly, as he looked at her, looking straight into her eyes. "I know, I swear I will never hurt you again, I just want to be your friend" he asked simply, obviously meaning every word..

Hermione considered this and sighed. "I can try, okay? That doesn't mean I forgive you!" she said, a Harry beamed at her "Yes, Okay! Whatever you say!" he cried as suddenly, Ginny (Who had not been seen until now) practically leaped on her, hugging her, and sobbing into her shoulder.

"I'm SO sorry Herm," she cried, while Hermione awkwardly patted her on the back.

"You hurt her again mate, and I'll pummel you" he said to Harry, pointing a sausage sternly at him.

She still didn't forgive them.

Draco glanced over, as he saw her awkwardly patting the weasley girl on the back and bloody potter was all goofy. Why she was being nice he didn't know. See, the thing was, he never forgave anyone. In his eyes, you do something bad, tough luck buddy, you're going down.

"So Draco, you going to be in the Slytherin common room later?" said Pansy's voice, breaking him out of his thoughts. (A/N: Pansy wont be some annoying little...thing in this, as far as I can make her. I don't suppose she will be likable but shes not gonna be all " drakie poo!" or anything)

"Sorry Pans, I got a appointment with Granger and Dumbledore" he said rolling his eyes. "Then I gotta go back and do some stuff in the heads common room." he finished, taking a piece of toast and licking the melted butter off his hands as it slowly dripped down them, while Pansy, slightly dissapointed, eyed him hungrily.

"What?" he asked, seeing her look at him strangely. Blaise had told him many a time that Pansy liked him in that way but he never believed him. Pansy was his best friend, along with Blaise. They both came from broken homes, could always comfort each other when the other was down. Not to mention, they would never tell a secret.

"Nothing" said Pansy, smiling at him weakly. "Okay" he said, smiling back at her. "So, you gonna be doing anything later?" he asked. "Only bloody Snapes essay" she whined as he laughed at her.

"So whatcha got first Draco?" Blaise asked, nicking a piece of Draco's toast. "Do you mind?" he asked "And I've got Arithmancy first". Blaise grinned, knowing he was one of the only people in the hall to nick Draco's toast and get away with it. "No, come on I'm starving and theres none left! Oh and have fun in Arithmancy"

Draco groaned, and got up striding out of the hall, knocking a first year Griffindor as he went, sneering at him.

"Watch where you're going" he scowled.