A/N: This is not mine! If it was mine I would be J. K. Rowling. Only the plot is mine. And Bambiky, if you are reading this- I did not try to copy your idea. Your story is a wonderful story which I love, however this may have owl pal in it but it is totally different and its not all about the owl pal thing- though it may seem it at first. So yeah. Please read and review. The pairings are Draco/Hermione, Ginny/Harry, Lavender/Ron, Pansy/Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode/Crabbe and yeah. It's the beginning of a trilogy. Also, so you know- This is just after the fifth book because it is easier and gives better writing material. Also, it looks really bad but its good. Please read!

In a split second everything can change. Hermione had never realized this until it had happened. Read on and read about the life of Hermione- sixth year of Hogwarts and onwards.

Everyone sat in the Great Hall. They had just feasted for ages. Suddenly a loud noise sounded. The door opened to reveal Hermione running in, her face absolutely saturated in tears.

All eyes were on her, and her face matched the crimson walls. Sheepishly, she took her seat. Harry and Ron gave her a look in unison that said 'We will talk later' which she returned with a look that said 'No we won't, it's my life.'

The boys looked at each other in exasperation, but nodded. They had been the victims of Hermione's raving before and didn't want it to repeat.

'Ms Granger. For being late, I must give you a detention. Saturday night, eight O'clock. I look forward to seeing you in my office.' Snape sneered.

'Actually, Professor- I wasn't exactly late.' She said between tears.

'Yes, but-' he sneered back. But Dumbledore interrupted.

'I hardly think that Ms Granger should have a detention for this, Severus. You are currently abusing the punishing system. Meet me in my office later so we can talk about your…terms.' Snape's eyes flashed with a look of fear.

'Thank you Professor.' Hermione took her seat, embarrassed. Little did she know, someone cared. Someone that she would never think of as a friend. Someone named Draco Malfoy.

'Attention everybody! I have a few announcements to make. This year, we will participate in something a lot like an owl pal. The difference is that half of you will know who the other is, however you cannot say anything that may give it away. Professor McGonagall will now hand out the names.' Draco Malfoy put his hand in the hat that would say who his owl pal was.

Hermione Granger!

The word echoed through his head. He could be a caring friend, without Hermione knowing it was him!

'Everybody, later this year will be the Olla Ball. Everyone must attend, where you will go on a date with your owl pal. Then is when you will find out who it is. Until then you must write to each other. See your Quidditch team captain for tryout dates. First years must know that the dark forest is forbidden for obvious reasons. Now, we must go to bed. Prefects, please lead the first years. Good night everybody. Before you go to bed, write a letter to your owl pal if you know who they are.'

Hermione led the first years to the common room. She explained the password and the path to the dormitory. All the first years either went to bed or sat down to write to their owl pal.

She picked up her book, and almost as soon as she opened it, a beautiful black owl sat on the desk next to her.

Dear Hermione,

I am your new owl pal. I am not allowed to tell you who I am, so I guess I won't. But I will tell you this. I am in sixth year. But basically, that's all I can tell you. You can call me blonde boy or you can make up a name for me. I don't really mind. Why were you so upset when you came into the common room this morning? You can trust me, I promise. The bird is a gift. Write me back.

From

Blonde Boy

She picked up her quill and wrote back.

Draco Malfoy sat in anxiety. The black owl returned. He took the letter.

Dear 'Blonde Boy',

That really is an obnoxious name, you know. I think I will call you Stupid Sam. Can you tell me what house you are in? Anyway, how can I trust you and be sure of it? If you can answer that then I will trust you. Enclosed is a cool thing called a web microphone. It's a muggle camera-like thing that you plug into a computer which is a muggle box you play games on and write stories and you can chat to people. It will let you hear my vice and I can hear yours if we are both at the mike. That's short for microphone. So we can have an actual civil conversation. Thanks for the owl. She's beautiful. I've called her Starry because of her silver eyes- just like stars.

Oh- if your smart you might want to try this riddle. It's a muggle one.

I walk out to my car. Everyone's tail lights are off. The streetlights are off. I make my way to the car with a torch in my hand. I'm going with a torch. I'm driving to meet my good friend who lives on a farm. Its illegal to drive with a torch in the car. How can I drive and still see while keeping the law?

You already know who I am so I can sign with my proper name. Bye Stupid Sam.

Hermione

He laughed at the cheesy name she had given him. His thoughts drifted to what she would want to call her kids. He snapped out of it and scolded himself. He couldn't be falling in love with Hermione Granger of all people…could he?