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allSPARKS' note: So sorry, you had to wait for another chapter. As I've had computer problems lately. Seeing as it's summer, I have loads of time to spend with family and friends. But, I've actually found time to post a chapter! Here it goes. Oh, don't forget to read and review!

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Chapter Six
First Letter

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The sun was beginning to set, behind the gray clouds, leaving a bright orange outline to the clouds. Students were immediately rushing to their respective houses, as dinner ended. Instead of heading back to the Slytherin common room with Crabbe and Goyle, he decided to head to the Head Boy dorm at the last minute. He laid on the comfortable bed, quite amazed at how Hermione reacted, when he revealed that he knew that she was really his best friend. Draco grinned, he didn't think it would go so well with Hermione, after all those years of treating her with no respect.

Within minutes, Draco shut his eyes, he knew another memory from the past was coming to him. The memories seemed to be the only way he could connect with Hermione. A way he could make it up to her.

Hermione and Draco both were now eight-years-old. At the time, Draco was separated from Hermione, when his parents had found out that he was playing with a Muggle born, or a Mudblood as they would call her. The little silver haired boy remained in his bedroom, completely crestfallen that he was forbidden to see Hermione. At the time, they weren't living in Malfoy Manor, but in an exact replica of the Manor near Hermione's house.

Draco had once seen his parents using their owl to send messages to relatives earlier that day. The only way he could have a chat with Hermione was just that, using an owl. He scribbled a quick message on a piece of parchment and tied it onto the leg of the owl, just as his mother did. "Take it to Hermione's okay?" Draco said, as it flew out the window. The only thing he could do was wait...

Draco opened his eyes immediately after the memory had come back to him. He had completely forgotten that he was supposed to owl Hermione. Instantly, Draco had remembered that he still had that letter that Hermione had sent to him the first time that he owled someone at all. He rummaged through his trunk, looking for the folded letter in there. Giving up, he finally muttered: "Accio letter" and the old letter flew towards him. He grabbed the letter and grabbed his quill, quickly scribbling on a clean sheet of parchment.

With the two pieces of parchment in hand, he quickly sprinted the letter up to the Owlery, and tied the letter onto the leg of the owl. He ordered the owl to send it to Hermione and wait for her message. The owl hooted prior to flying off to the Gryffindor Tower. Draco continued back to his dorm and avoided speaking with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle.

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Hermione awaited impatiently that night with Ginny, as they sat on Hermione's four poster bed. Hermione had already told Ginny that they had reconciled and that Draco would be sending in an owl any minute now. Hermione's heart was racing, as she was fidgeting with her hands. The red-headed female put a friendly hand on Hermione's.

"Stop fidgeting, it'll come soon," Ginny stated, as they waited only fifteen minutes after Hermione had told her.

"I can't, what if he had forgotten? Or, what if he's with Pansy somewhere?" Hermione sighed, huffing slightly.

"First things first, we both know that he wouldn't be anywhere near Parkinson, and second, well, there could be a possibility that he could have forgotten," Ginny replied, trying to give Hermione a reason to wait for that owl.

"Oh, we both know that he had forg - " Hermione was cut off by a black hawk-like owl flying onto Hermione's trunk.

"I told you it would come soon," Ginny smiled broadly.

Hermione stepped out of her four poster bed and untied the letter from the owl. She petted the hawk-like owl, as she unraveled the letter. She smiled, as she saw the first letter, being the one that she had sent him when they were little. Her writing was quite messy when she was younger, as she read through her letter.

Draco,

Your parents don't want you playing with me anymore? And why did you send an owl? I told Mum, she says she doesn't like what your parents are doing to you. I already miss playing with you, when will you play with me again? Well, Mum finished cooking dinner, I have to go. Bye.

Your friend,
Hermione.

As she finished the letter, Hermione handed it over to Ginny, who was looking at her eagerly. Ginny thankfully took the letter out of Hermione's grasp and quickly read it, as Hermione commenced reading the second piece of parchment. She looked at the letter, it was heinous, this situation reminded her that it was just like the past. They were both separated, for one, she was a Muggle; and two, she was a Gryffindor and Draco was a Slytherin. All in all, she loved the fact that they were friends again.

Hermione,

Again, I'm sorry for treating you the way I have for the past years. I have your picture, in case you're looking for it. You dropped it while you left the Great Hall with Weaslette. I remember that day, your Mum was making me kiss you. We were perfect for each other. It was quite funny, we were only eight, we didn't know what we were doing. We have a lot to talk about. Oh, remember the time when I was playing with magic, when I was six. You were scared, but I was uncontrollably using harmless magic. Then you got used to it, and you actually wanted to have a go at it. But you couldn't. Blimey, I'm glad I showed you that. 'Cause then you wouldn't be here at Hogwarts. Owl me back, I've really missed you.

Draco.

Hermione couldn't help but smile as she finished reading the final letter. The ebony hawk-like owl, pecked at her hand, demanding a response.

"Ouch! OK, I'll write back," Hermione rubbed the back of her hand, where the owl pecked and pulled out a clean piece of parchment, her quill and ink bottle.

"What did he write?" Ginny asked, ecstatic.

"See for yourself," she replied, as she handed the last letter to the youngest of the Weasleys.

Ginny read the letter, and within minutes she was finished reading the letter thoroughly. "Hey, could you tell your boyfriend to stop calling me Weaslette? After all he was the one transfigured into a weasle during my third year."

Hermione wrote elegantly onto the parchment, as Ginny complained. "Don't worry, I've already incorporated that." She smiled the whole time that she was writing the letter. "OK, I've said everything that I wanted to say." she tied the letter onto the owl's leg and handed him a treat. The owl nibbled on the treat before heading out of the dorm.

"Wait - Ginny, he's not my boyfriend," Hermione stated, assuringly.

"Sure," Ginny said, sarcastically. "Blimey Hermione, you're so thick, by the looks of this letter, he already seems to be your boyfriend."

"Stop!" Hermione grew rosy in the cheeks.

"OK, OK, so the reason why you came to Hogwarts was because of Draco, when he showed you he could do magic?" Ginny asked, slightly confused.

Hermione nodded, "He couldn't control it when I was with him, I was scared, until I was quite fond of it and wanted to learn more about it."

"I'll tell you one thing, you were quite fond of him," Ginny smiled, handing the letters back to the rightful owner.

"OK, you can stop with the teasing," she sighed.

"I wasn't teasing," Ginny replied, "c'mon Hermione, you like him and you want to be with him. It's the truth."

Ginny was absolutely correct, Hermione really liked Draco, and she did want to be with him. But who was she kidding? A Slytherin student going with a Gryffindor? It was highly impossible. Especially if one was known to be an arrogant, feeble-minded bloke, and the other was known as a Muggle born, smart, talented girl. Hermione looked at Ginny as she gave Hermione a look of satisfaction.

"I'm right, so I'll stop," Ginny grinned.