An: So I know that these last couple of chapters have been a little bit sappy, but I can't help it; I'm a hopeless cliché romantic, so hopefully this will be the last horribly sappy chapter for a while. And sorry for the horrible nick names Draco and Hermione have in this chapter. – Mirioux

Chapter Six: Letters

Three days after their rescue; Hermione received her first letter from Draco.

My Dearest,

I wanted to write to you sooner, but I couldn't find a way or a chance to myself. My Mum has been in Hawaii the past two days fawning over me, and never letting me have a second to myself. She even went as far as to sleep in my room to comfort me in case I had any nightmares.

Anyway, that is beside the point, I've been tortured by not having you at my side, I've been thrown out of my recent norm since the rescue, and it has slowly been taking it's toll on me. I must see you again before the school term begins again. I know we only have a couple weeks, but it wrenches at my heart to be so far away, yet so close to you.

Reply soon.

Yours Only,

Fallen one

p.s.

You are my Angel

Hermione's heart pounded harder in her chest with each desperate word that her eyes read. She knew what he meant, since she was finding it hard to sleep without Draco's arms wrapped securely around her, and she no longer had any one to follow her constantly and tell her deepest darkest secrets too, or for that matter no more secrets for her to keep.

"Who's that from?" Ron questioned as Hermione let out a sigh, folding her letter up and putting it into her pocket.

"No one that you would know," she said as she smiled sweetly at him.

"It's her secret admirer," Ginny teased winking at Hermione who laughed carelessly at the comment.

"Oh really, then you probably don't even have a clue as to who he is either?" Ron spat with disdain.

"For your information, I have a rather good idea of who he is." She answered as the three of them were joined by Harry, Fred and George.

"Let's have it then, who is he?"

"That is very privileged information. You will just have to find out on your own." Hermione giggled as she and Ginny left to go swoon over Hermione's letter.

"Well matey, I think that was your clue to get a move on in telling her." Fred commented as he and George sat down.

The night that Draco had sent his letter to Hermione, he received one in return. He was sitting out on the back patio near the poll when the black barn owl dropped the letter on to his lap.

Fallen One,

How my heart yearns for us to be together once again as well, but as we have learned patience is a virtue, and absence makes the heart grow fonder.

I would love to see you again before school begins, especially in Hawaii, but we leave for London tomorrow morning. My company feels that staying here after the Island is distressing me.

If only they knew that the true reason was my heart aching to be with you. I miss your arms around me, and your kiss upon my lips.

I eagerly await your reply, and by the way, nicely chosen name my love.

Yours Only,

Angel

There wasn't anything he could do all that night but read and re-read the letter that his lovely Hermione had written to him, even if the words brought sorrow to his heart and soul. He thought of the song that she had sang on the Island, how he wished she could sing it to him to ease his sadness. Their correspondence continued daily, until his departure for London.

Draco ended up staying on in Hawaii ten days longer than Hermione had, and three days longer than he had intended, but he refused to leave during a storm with good reason.

As soon as he arrived back in London he sent an owl to Hermione telling her to meet him at the Leaky Cauldron the next afternoon. He desperately needed to see her mesmerizing smile, her deep emerald gazing pools, her soft golden locks, and hold her taught little body in his arms.

He could barely sleep that night, he was too excited, he was going to see Hermione the next day and if he had to he was completely prepared to kidnap her to spend some time with her. He had so much to tell her, like how by some miracle he had been chosen as head boy.

The next day seemed to go too quickly for Draco. He had spent all morning trying to find something to wear to impress Hermione, and after nearly two hours of rummaging through his closet, he decided on a maroon and white polo a pair of navy blue stone wash jeans and his white sneakers.

He also wore his Hogwarts Slytherin crest ring (I'd guess like a class ring), and a brand new diamond encrusted watch. His mother Narcissa was curious as to what his special occasion was. "Why don't you look handsome," She commented as he came down stairs for breakfast. "Going to visit someone special darling?"

"Not sure yet Mum, just though I might try to look nice in case I met my dream girl." He answered draining his glass of pumpkin juice.

"Well, what about that Parkinson girl, she's rather charming." Narcissa pointed out.

"Yeah, if you want to have grand kids that belong to some one other than me Mother," he chuckled as he quickly left the house before she could interrogate him any more about his plans for the day.

"So how do I look Gin?" Hermione asked nervously as she examined her reflection in the mirror.

"Like one too hott too handle babe!" Ginny squealed, admiring her quick fashion handy work. "His eyes are going to pop out of his head when he sees you!"

She was wearing a denim mini skirt with a white tank top and white matching heeled sandals. "Well, shall we?" She squeaked nervously as they left the Burrow. They had informed Mrs. Weasley of the true nature of their outing, but insisted that if asked she should tell the boys that the two of them were out for a gab session with the other girls they were friends with, to catch up on all the new summer gossip.

They apparated straight to the Leaky Cauldron right on time. It was now one fifty-five PM, and Hermione had five minutes before they were supposed to meet. She and Ginny went their separate ways for the afternoon, and her heart pounded as she entered and took a seat at the bar counter. Moments later she felt a tap on her shoulder; she turned to find Draco there with his arms out to her. She leapt from her stool into them and smothered his face with kisses. "So tomorrow's the last day before the term begins." He sighed after they had walked around Diagon Alley in silence, hand in hand.

"Yes, and to think we just saw each other two weeks ago. Doesn't it seem as if it was an eternity ago?" Hermione added.

"I wasn't even sure if you would receive my last letter in time…but I could stay away from you any longer, I had to see you." He confessed to her.

"I'm flattered…" She stuttered.

"I couldn't get the song you were singing on the Island out of my head, at all the past two weeks. It's been driving me bloody mental not being able to hear you singing it, and not being able to remember the right words to it," He blushed as he told her this.

"Well, we will have to see what we can do about that. So, how are we going to handle ourselves in the eye of our adoring public?" She asked teasing him slightly.

"I supposed we'll have treat each other as we would have twenty-two days ago," He said simply, "We shall have to work on becoming publicly close though."

"Sounds relatively flawless, unless the head boy catches us together or something…"She giggled.

"We don't have to worry about head boy my love, you're looking at him, head girl on the other hand-"

"Is me," She finished as they looked at each other in disbelief.

"Could this have gotten any easier I wonder?" Draco laughed in astonishment, "We will have all the time in the world for each other." He kissed her and picked her up, swinging her around.

The happy couple spent the rest of the day together, mostly finding cracks between buildings to snog the living daylights out of each other in. Draco found it would have been easier to endure the Cruciartus curse than to say good bye to Hermione. But he some how managed and found himself as giddy as a five year old discovering a dresser drawer full of his favorite candy. They kissed and went their separate ways, knowing in thirty-six hours time they would be sitting in the head's compartment of Hogwarts Express together, and time seemed to creep by during the next day just to spite them.

Hermione and Ginny stayed up nearly the whole night talking about the day's events. Ginny was just as shocked as Hermione that Draco had been made head boy. At two-thirty in the morning Ron burst into the bed room. "I can't take any more of your bloody giggling!" He snarled, "Can't the secret admirer wait until dawn at least?"

"We weren't talking about him Ron," Ginny announced waiting to here what he would have to say next.

"Well…wait who is he?"

"Go back to sleep Ronald." Ginny ordered. "You are too tired to be receiving answers to questions you know nothing about."

"What?" He growled sleepily.

"My point exactly, off you go back to bed," She said pushing him out of the room and shutting the door behind him.