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Hermione put her pen down and took a deep breathe. The letter was splatted with tear stains making the ink smudge in some places. She sniffed and brushed her sleeve over her nose. Pulling her wand out of her pocket she opened Draco's locket. She smiled softly at the picture of her and Draco together. She tapped the picture three times.

She waved her wand around, momentarily dropping the protective charms around the tent, long enough for her to step out into the forest. She waited for the owl to appear. There. A small black shape appeared against the moon. She waited until the owl landed on a branch beside her. She handed it the letter, and with a squawk took off into the night again.

Hermione waved her wand again, letting down the protection so she could walk back in. She sat back down on the ground and hugged her knees close to her chest, smiling up at the sky. She always felt a strange feeling of peace when she sent Draco a letter. Knowing he knew she was alright. She yawned and stood up, stretching. She walked to the doorway of tent, then turned looking to the sky again. She smiled again and put her hand over the locket.

Draco lay in bed, tossing in turning, trying to fall asleep, but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't. He could almost feel his dark mark burning on his arm. Whenever he looked at it, he felt the shame overtake him. He was a traitor; he was a disappointment to Hermione. He closed his eyes and rolled over, trying to shut off his thoughts. He filled his mid with Hermione. Her sweet scent, the way her lips felt against his, the way she giggled when he kissed her neck. He ached for her. He knew she was out there, and he wanted to be with her. He wanted to bury himself amongst her bushy curls, and kiss her until she moaned with pleasure. Thinking of this, his eyelids began to droop. Sleep began to take over.

TAP, TAP, TAP. He was jolted out of his sleeping state. Annoyed he looked around for the source. To his excitement it was an owl. His Hermione owl. He sprung to his feet and raced to the window, sleepiness forgotten.

Opening the window, he pried the letter from its talons. With the letter securely in his hand, he shooed the owl away. He opened the letter and saw the familiar slanted writing dancing across the somewhat smudged page. He realised with a pang these were from her tears. He was overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to comfort her. To rock her until the tears went way. Instead he read the letter.

Dear D,

I miss you so much. Not a minute goes by without me thinking of you. I dream of me in your arms, laughing. But then you are taken away, and my dreams turn to nightmares. Sometimes, it's so hard. I don't know what to do. I am at a loss to how we can win this war, how we can keep going. But then I remember you are out there, and I will be rewarded with the blessing of being with you. Ron left yesterday. He thinks Harry and I have some secret relationship. If only he knew the truth, then he would be even more hurt. Harry told me that Ron had feelings for me. I think that it's true. But don't worry; you are the only one I would ever need. My mind plays tricks on me sometimes. I see you in the woods; I see your face in Harry or Ron's. Oh god. It hurts how much I miss you. I ache for you. I love you so much, and I wish you could write back, but I know it's not possible. Stay strong.

All the love in my heart,

H.

Draco finished the letter, and his tears joined Hermione's on the page. He wanted her. He needed her. The yearning pained him when he thought that she had written this not minutes previous. He wanted so badly to write back, but he knew he couldn't. He couldn't give away her location, he could be forced to give it away. The only one who knew how to find her was the owl, and no could see that owl except him and Hermione.

He reached into his drawer, whispering a password to ensure he could open it, and pulled out two stacks of letters. He added Hermione's latest letter to one pile, before placing it back. The second pile was a stack of un-posted letters to her. Draco reached for a fresh sheet of parchment, and began to write back to her.

When he was done, he lay back in bed a thought of her, and not 3 miles away from where Draco was, Hermione thought of him. Both of dreamed of the sweet passion of one another.

So this kind of lacks logic with the whole letter situation, but who cares. Please Review