Hermione had barely slept in days. She hated Draco for what he had done. How could he? But she was also searching for some kind of answer. Maybe...maybe it was her fault. No, it couldn't be. Why would he just cheat on her like that? After all they'd been through? Did he ever love her in the first place? She began to sob into her pillow, as she had been doing continuously through the past few weeks. Over the noises of her sobs, she almost didn't notice a large, pretty black owl peckibg at her window. She wiped her tears and got up, sniffling, to open the window. The owl flew in gracefully. Maybe it was from Harry or Ron, she hoped. Or any of her friends, really. She smiled and opened the letter. She immediately noticed the neat, perfect handwriting.

Dearest Hermione,

It is very possible that you wouldn't like to hear from me. Of course you wouldn't, after what my son did to you. I'll make this quick. I wish to apologize. I genuinely, honestly thought that we had raised Draco better. I can assure you that he was taught to respect women. Although I had little to no part to play in this, I can't help feeling that I am partly to blame. If you would like, I could make it up to you. I apologize for intergecting. Im sure this is none of my business, but I felt as though I should say something. I would also like to assure you that not all Malfoys treat their women with such disrespect. I thought Draco was much more mature. But then again, he does still live with his parents.

Wirh respect,

Lucius malfoy.

What? Hermione read the letter a few times over. Lucius Malfoy was apologizing to her? Then they really had changed. Hermione smiled. What did she see ever in Draco, anyway? She grabbed a quill, parchment and ink and began to write.

Lucius,

I kindly accept your apology. Furthermore, I do not blame you in any way for your son's transgressions. I have no doubt that you are a respectful, noble man. Thank you for at least taking the time to say something. Your son has quite failed in that aspect. Although, I have no problem with cutting contact with him. Looking back, it probably wasn't going to work out. I guess I've just been waiting for this.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger.

She looked over what she had written, rolled it up and sent it back with the black owl, petting its feathers. As she watched it flutter away, she thought of Lucius. He was quute intelligent. He spent a lot of his time reading, actually. Hermione had never really noticed him when she was with Draco. But comparing them...It wasn't even fair to compare them, actually. Lucius was a lot better. But he was married already... and he had said Draco was in the wrong for cheating on her, there's no way he would do the same to his wife. She sighed and laid back down in her bed, drifting off to sleep.