DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, Fred Weasley would still be alive and breathing.
I'm sorry to put such a wait on new chapters, although I have been quite busy. As you all likely know I'm not one for long authors notes, so without further ado... The next chapter.
"Drakipoopsies? What do you mean 'don't call her that?' You used to love it when I called her Mud-" Draco had then clapped his hand over her mouth, unable to hear the foul word again. After muttering a silencio Draco removed his hand, reluctantly.
"You will never call her that, ever again." To Draco's great horror the entire great hall was now dead silent.
"At least not so that people get the wrong idea, alright Pansy dear?"
"Of course Draicolia! If we're to be married after school we must not get into little fights. I love you so dearly Dracle!" The youngest Malfoy spent a good minute choking on his tea.
Meet tonight. Our normal place, immediately after curfew.
Hermione scoffed and slammed the note onto the table. A quiet note of worry drafted across her mind, hoping nothing terrible had happened. She did snicker softly as Pansy's morning spectacle came to mind. Honestly how many differant variations of his name can she find? I swear there's a differant one each time the cow talks to him.
Mid-laughter Granger stood from her chair to prepare to see Draco. Noticing Hermione begin to depart Draco mirrored her actions. After a carefully placed steps he was right behind her, his steps synchronized with her own. I cannot believe she hasn't seen me yet... Before long the door to the Room Of Requirement was revealed and Draco slid in after Hermione.
After a moment of silence Hermione spun around, wand drawn, before sheepishly lowering it at the sight of Draco.
"Why did you call me here, Draco?" She asked wearily.
"You seemed troubled at dinner."
"Well done, Sherlock..." Hermione muttered.
"Who?" Draco said flatly. Hermione just rolled her eyes.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" Draco said imploringly.
"Fine, fine! I received an odd note today. That's what I've been thinking about."
Suddenly Draco appeared very interested in what she was saying, though he was obviously trying to hide it. His posture was stiff as if he was trying to keep from moving and he was leaned forward slightly. He also, Hermione noticed, had a strange glint in his eye. For some odd reason he appeared nervous.
"Well finish the story now Hermione! What did the bloody note say?" He said, so quickly Hermione barely understood a word.
"Well it was delivered by a beautiful owl this morning. I awoke to it tapping on my window. It said, if I recall correctly, Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant I saw you, did my heart fly at your service. That's a quote from a muggle playwright named Shakespeare."
"And the note? Was it signed? What kind of parchment was used, what colour of ink?" Malfoy asked almost frantically.
"Why so many questions Draco?"
"No reason!" He blurted immediately. Hermione narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Ok... No, it wasn't signed. I'm no expert on parchment, but it looked high quality. Nothing I could afford. Also the ink was a midnight black." Draco smiled softly.
"Were you happy to receive such a note?"
"I was. It was kind of who ever sent it. I wish they had signed it though. It was likely Ron, probably he still feels guilty about calling me Mudblood." At her words Draco's expression turned from a happy smile into a sour frown.
"I see." He said, in a short, clipped tone. "I just remembered I have something I ought to do. We will meet again Hermione." With that he raced from the room.
Any guesses on who sent the note? Comment any guesses with a review (or without.) I hope you enjoyed the chapter.