Dear Mama and Father,
You will not believe who is at Hogwarts.
Draco paused. That sounded really awkward. He scribbled out what he'd written and began again.
Dear Mama and Father,
Remember Harmony?
Stupid! Draco yelled at himself. Of course his parents remembered Harmony, she was their daughter, for crying out loud. He crossed it off and put quill to parchment again.
Dear Mama and Father,
Hogwarts is a ball! I'm having the time of my life. The classes are easy, obviously, I wasn't expecting them to be difficult. Unfortunately for me, first-years aren't allowed to play on the House Quidditch teams. Pity, they could have used me.
There's a girl in my class who reminds me eerily of Harmony. It's her voice, her face, her everything. But she's surnamed Granger and she's a Mudblood. I would ask you if you knew her family, but we don't associate with that sort.
Otherwise, I am happy and well.
Kisses,
Draco
There, that sounded better. Draco copied the letter onto a less scratched-up piece of parchment and, after waiting for the ink to dry, folded the letter into a parchment envelope. Wesley was living in the Owlery at this point, so Draco popped a few owl treats into his pocket before leaving his dormitory.
The letter was burning a hole in his pocket; he couldn't wait to hear what his parents would think of Harmony's doppelganger. Would they brush it off as Draco's overactive imagination, or would they look into it? Draco hoped it would be the latter. He would do anything to see his sister again.
Draco took up his usual lofty gait, making sure to look down his nose to appear powerful and dignified, like his father had taught him. He passed a few groups of students and subtly sneered at everyone until-
"Ouch!" Draco had turned a corner and smacked right into… Hermione. She was carrying a stack of books too thick to fit into her already overstuffed bag. The books went flying as Hermione stood in shock and began apologizing.
"Excuse me, I am so sorry," she flustered, picking up her books. Draco shook his head to clear the stars that had blossomed in front of his eyes. "Are you hurt?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"No, I think I'm okay," Draco said, shrugging it off.
"I'm sorry," she apologized again.
"No harm, no foul," Draco smiled, dropping his cool demeanor for a moment.
"Well, then… I'll see you around," Hermione said. "Are you sure you're all right?"
"Peachy," Draco said, and Hermione turned and walked away. Draco was about to continue his way to the Owlery when he noticed that Hermione had forgotten to pick up one of her books. He knelt down and inspected it.
Dreams: Magic or Miracle? read the title. He saw that there were a few little parchment bookmarks sticking out of some of the pages. Draco picked the book up and swiveled around to return it to her, but she'd disappeared amongst the crowd. Draco furrowed his brow again as he looked at the little, faded blue book. Deciding to give it back to her during Potions next Friday, Draco pocketed the book and made his way to the Owlery to send his letter.
A/N: I'm still a really huge fan of Draco's owl. I wish he was real. Anywhoo, review for more chapters! -Starry