Hey guys...I'm writing this chapter in on sitting! So, I don't know what you'll get in it! Ahhh...well here it is...
Chapter Eight
Hermione's Point of View
The sunset was glowing across the cloudless sky as Hermione grazed along the fields of the Weasley's yard. After the war, they had restored the Burrow. With journal in hand, she looked at the grass beneath her feet and thought.
Earlier this week, she'd told her mystery man that he could call her "love". She hadn't regretted that decision what-so-ever. They wrote to each other everyday before they went to bed at night. Hermione had been spending time with Ginny, Harry, Ron, and the rest of the family. Teddy had come over yesterday and stayed attached to Harry's side. Every time he saw Harry, he changed his hair to match Harry's and he mad a light scar on his forehead. Harry was his role model and his fatherly figure. Teddy had been living with his grandmother for two years now. Of course, that was how old Teddy was as well.
"'Mione," Ginny called from the back door, "Come in for supper!"
Hermione jogged back to the Burrow and in through the back door. Harry was putting the last plate done on the table and everyone was talking their seats. Bill and Fleur had left to go back to their flat with Victorie two days ago and Charlie was back in Romania.
Mr. Weasley sat at the head of the table with Molly to his right and Ron to his left. Ginny sat next to Molly with Harry next to her. George was at the end of the table with Fred next to him and I was sandwiched between Fred and Ron.
"So," Molly started once everyone had food on their plate, "are you lot ready for your last year at Hogwarts? It starts tomorrow!"
"Of course," -Harry & Ginny
"I guess," -Ron
"Definitely," -Me
"That's good." Mr. Weasley nodded as he continued eating.
The rest of dinner involved talk about Hogwarts, the joke shop, and work.
After supper, everyone cleared dishes and returned to their rooms. Well, except Ginny. She went with Ron and Harry into their room. That was actually a good thing for Hermione because she'd be able to write to her mystery man.
Draco's Point of View
I had everything packed and ready for Hogwarts and was sitting anxiously at my desk with my journal wide open.
Then a line appeared that made me want to sing...
Hey there hot stuff!
Mmmm...that sounds nice! How are you doing, love?
I am quite perfect now that you're writing to me!
Are you excited for tomorrow? Because I know that I am!
Of course I am! But I seriously want to know who you are! So that we can hang out together at school.
I want to know who you are too, but I don't want to write you! How are we going to do this?
Well, how about after dinner tomorrow we meet up at benches near the Black Lake?
That sounds like a deal. Oh, and we have to wear our cloaks with the hoods up. Deal?
That sounds good! Why do we have to wear our hoods up, though?
So we don't get cold feet! You know, just in case either of sees the other first!
Ohhh...you're pretty smart!
It's my charm! I laughed and smiled. I was excited for tomorrow. Now for more reasons then just getting to Hogwarts.
I bet it is! Well, I'll write to you on the train. Sound good?
That sounds perfect! I'll see you tomorrow, love! Sleep tight.
You too, hottie! Goodnight!
I could really get used to hearing that everyday.
Wait...what if I didn't like who it was? What if she was ugly? Dammit! Oh I got it! I would make an oath with myself.
i promise to keep an open mind about whoever the girl is!
That was all I could think to say. She had a wonderful personality and quick wit. Whoever she was...she had to be beautiful.
Well, there you have it! That just came along as I was writing! Was it good? I sure hope you think so, because I have a really good idea for the next few chapters!