A/N- Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I am planning to(hopefully) establish some sort of system for myself again(because that worked so well last time). I'll be posting every Sunday, alternating between this and Severus(New God will be updated at random; i.e. whenever I feel like writing more). Anyway, I'm pretty happy with this chapter, so I hope you enjoy, and please review!
-side note: underline means strikethrough, I recently realized I couldn't do that on here :).
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Hermione bit her lip, mouth twisting into a tight frown as she stared blankly down at the pristine parchment before her. With a resigned sigh, she dipped her quill into a fresh ink pot and slowly began to write:
Dear Draco,
I receiv read your note. It means a lot that you put so much effort into checking in on I might as well be honest. I really don't know what to do with its contents. Quite frankly, I'm not entirely certain you know yourself. However, against my better judgement, I have a proposal for you. It's clear you don't want to tell me what's going on. Or you can't, though I suspect the former. Either way… I want to give you a chance. You don't have to tell me what's going on(though I hope you do). We don't even have to talk in person; in many ways, notes are easier anyway. This is probably a bad idea - you likely know that better than I do - but, despite everything, somehow I can't give up on you. I don't understand it. I can't explain it. But I also can't keep denying it. Please write back. Or don't. I suppose I get my answer either way, don't I? Well, I suppose that's all.
Yours,
Hermione Granger
She frowned down at the note. It wasn't great, but it would have to do. She transcribed it carefully onto a new scrap of parchment, omitting the crossed-out bits. One she had finished, she rolled it up to form a sot of miniature scroll, securing it with a bit of twine fished from the depths of her robe pocket.
Hermione bit her lip, debating how best to deliver the note. After a moment, she stood and headed for the portrait hole, slipping through it and stalking purposefully toward the owlery, where she selected a miniature, tawny owl that she figured should go fairly unnoticed.
"Take this to Draco Malfoy," she whispered to the small creature. It squeaked its assent, before fluttering off, fortunately not weighed down too much by its burden, given the notes small size. Hermione sighed. Well, I suppose there's no taking it back now, is there?
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A/N- So, I hope you liked that, and please review! Sorry again for the wait! :)
~hermionegrangerandarocketship