Hi ya'll! So I just realized that I didn't have any kind of introduction or anything for the first chapter. I was so excited I just posted it! But anyway, thank you so much for reading this, and adding it to your alert lists. It means a lot to me.

Disclaimer: it's not mine. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. Duh.

"Ah, Granger. Glad you're here. The parchment is there." he said as he pointed to his desk. He turned back to the window and began dictating the letter.

Hermione could not force herself to move. She was too filled with emotions. Jealousy, anger, a sense of betrayal; the last aimed at herself for finding this new Malfoy so attractive. She blinked, and found herself floating to the chair in a way that only happens in dreams. She took the quill and began writing the letter as Malfoy dictated it. When they were done she pushed herself away from the desk, and started to stand.

"Where are you going?" Malfoy asked.

"I'm going back to my desk, sir, to try to wake myself up." She muttered the last bit under her breath,

"Oh, well. Go ahead, I suppose." He walked by her, and lightly hit her bum as he returned to his chair.

Hermione squeaked. She didn't mean to, but the action had caught her off guard. With her head tilted down to hide her blush, she walked to the door and woke up.

'What was that?' she thought to herself. She shook her head to clear the last bits of the dream and reached under her bed to write this new dream in her journal. It wasn't until she opened the book and saw the different colored ink that she remembered her private thoughts and words were no longer private. She grabbed a quill from her nightstand and began to write in her journal.

Malfoy, I know you will read these words. I don't know how you have access to this book, but let me assure you this is the last time you will find new words written in these pages. You are never to speak about the things you have read in the journal. If you do, I will find out. And your life will be made miserable. Sincerely, Hermione Granger

Almost immediately green words began to form under her own fuchsia.

Granger, no need for threats. I assure you I have no intention of spilling your dirty little secrets. Blackmail is much more effective when one doesn't lose all their bargaining chips. As to how I have access to this book, it's a Companion's Confessional. They were quite popular during the Great Goblin War of 1248 and the Watery Witch Hunts of 1754. Couples would buy the journals as a set to remain in contact with one another. They haven't been seen for many years, and it is quite rare to find a matched set. Usually only one survived the ordeal. Fascinating don't you think?

Hermione sat, baffled at Malfoy's explanation. She had bought this journal from a high-end bookstore, but the owner made no mention of this peculiar ability. She closed the book and placed in back under her bed. She was thoroughly confused, and had no one to turn to discuss the problem with. Harry and Ron would tell her to throw the journal out, and Ginny would ask to read it, and neither was an option. Hermione had spent far too much money on the luxurious journal to toss it and had not said the nicest things in her once-private journal about her friends.

She picked up her pen and began to write again.

What do you want Malfoy? You've read all my secrets. There's nothing more for you to learn.

On the contrary Granger, I doubt very much that you've written all your secrets on these pages. You are not stupid enough to do something as juvenile as that. And as to the first question, I can't say.

Meaning you don't know what you want? Or you refuse to say?

I refuse to say.

Hermione was once again frustrated. Malfoy clearly had some plan in mind, and she wouldn't let her guard down until she knew what it was. She would remain on high-alert and wouldn't write in her journal unless it was to mock Malfoy.

She got out of bed, and proceeded to get changed for the day. Lavender and Pavarti usually got up early to perform all the makeup and hair charms they employed on a daily basis. Ginny would be knocking on the door soon to take her to breakfast where they would meet Ron and Harry and Hermione would be forced to listen to the three discuss Quidditch while she tried to eat her toast in peace. Then they would go their separate ways for class until it was time for lunch, where Ron and Harry would complain about the homework they were assigned and Ginny would make eyes and some new boy she fancied. And the day would go on from there, until she could excuse herself to study in the Library. Hermione could see the whole day ahead of her, and sighed at the boring monotony of it all.

"Oh dearie," the mirror began, "Some days will just be like this."

"Oh Mirror, you have no idea. I wish something exciting would happen. Something different, something more! And everyday I'm disappointed by the sheer ordinariness of it all."

"Hermione, someday will come and you will have the adventure you want. Until then, you'll just need to wait."

The mirror let out a kissing sound, and Hermione grabbed her bag to begin her day.

As the two girls joined Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table Hermione couldn't help but let a disgusted look cross her face at the mountain of food sitting in front or Ron.

"Honestly Ron, people would think you were being starved seeing the food in front of you." She commented.

"Hermione, I'm a growing boy. Mum says I need to be healthy, so here I am. I am being healthy. How can you survive all day on jam and toast?" Ron replied.

"Jam and toast is all I need to make it to lunch, Ronald. I think it's healthy to feel hungry from time to time. It makes me enjoy my next meal all the more."

"Miss Granger, would be please come with me?" Professor McGonagall interrupted the conversation.

Hermione looked up at her head of house, and nodded. She gathered her things, waved to her friends and followed the older woman out of the Great Hall. She could feel the looks she was getting from across the room, and held her head even higher. Convinced this had to do with some Head Girl duty or some such, Hermione didn't feel the need to question her favorite professor and quietly followed her down the steps to the dungeon. Not until they stopped in front of Professor Snape's office did she begin to feel confused.

"Professor, what are we doing here?" she asked.

"All in good time Miss Granger. Please, have a seat." The elderly lady smiled at her.

Hermione stepped into the office and realized she must be in a private office for there were no jars of potions ingredients on the walls, simply shelf after shelf of books. She looked around the room and noticed Professor Dumbledore and Snape present, as well as none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Ah, Miss Granger, seems you were a bit late to breakfast today, hm? No bother, Tyson will be here soon. He seems to be running behind schedule lately, but hopefully the two of you will help in that regard." Dumbledore smiled.

"Sir, are you talking about Tyson Quinn? Minister of Magic?" Malfoy asked.

Hermione watched Malfoy's eyebrows raise and couldn't help but be excited as well. With the nod of Dumbledore's head, Hermione couldn't help but be impressed at the idea of meeting the Minister of Magic. She had no idea how should could be expected to help the Minister, but she would try her hardest. Malfoy stood a little taller and straightened his tie, actions which caught the eye of everyone in the room, and Hermione used the distraction to smooth the front of her own skirt and remove a bit of lint.

With a flash of green, and a swirl of Floo power, the Minister of Magic was standing in Professor Snape's fire grate.

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