Hey again! Thank you all for the positive response, I am so happy that you guys like it! ^_^ Hopefully this chapter will satisfy you. I promise that from now on Draco and Hermione's letters will be longer, as you probably will realize once you've read this chapter. :3
It's a bit short, but anyway the next one is going to be a long one, I promise. ^^ Thank you!

"Hermione, where are you going?" Ron asked as I began moving towards the right side of the train. "I just have to check something. I'll be back in a minute," I said and forced a decent smile in his direction. Ron and Harry continued moving towards the left to the exit, since the Hogwarts Express now had stopped at Hogsmeade Station. I, on the other hand, had to find my letter and see if anyone had responded – and if not, take it and trash it.

I walked down the train - people were staring a bit at me since I was moving in the wrong direction, but nothing hardly ever annoyed me anymore. All I felt was loneliness and hurt.
People began to disappear, and I now had the train all to myself. I quickly returned to the compartment I had visited earlier to leave the letter. When I entered, all I saw was the letter, lying where I left it, with my handwriting scribbled on it. With a little sigh I took the letter, but then I noticed another handwriting on the back of the parchment. Someone had answered!
I quickly read it, and even though the message was sad and depressing, I felt happy for the first time on my way to Hogwarts this year. Happy because someone cared about me. Happy because someone listened. But who was that someone?

Later that night I was sitting in the common room of Gryffindor in a big, warm chair. A new piece of parchment was lying on the table, and I was writing enthusiasticly back to the mysterious D.M.

Dear D.M.
It hurts me to hear those news about your father. I wish I could do something to help, but I honestly have no idea who you are, and after all, what can I do anyway?
I hope the best for you and your mum. You seem very friendly in my opinion, and it's sad to hear that you as well have the same problem with your friends. Sometimes I feel like I'm alone with it all, but on the other hand...
I am very grateful that you responded my letter. And I have to agree with you – it was a bit foolish to put that letter in the compartment, but as you can see, it had results. Stupidety isn't always followed by regret.
I would love to hear more from you, and how it's going. Unfortunately, I have no clue of who you are, but it is my desire that you find this letter and respond once again. I somehow feel like we can help each other.
Sincerely,
H.G.

I looked at the parchment filled with words, and a slight smile appeared.
But how could I make the unknown D.M find this letter? The last time he had found a parchment like this was by chance. Perhaps he wouldn't even find this one. Perhaps he wouldn't even care.
Despite my nervously depressing thoughts, I agreed with myself to put the second letter in the library the following evening. Maybe D.M was a lonely person just like me, who seeked comfort in books? I couldn't know for sure – all I knew was that I was longing for him to find this letter.

It was the first day of school at Hogwarts, and all day I couldn't focus at all during the different classes. When the last lesson finally was over, I went through the whole castle to look for any sign of a new letter. Why? I had no idea. I must admit that I felt rather stupid, walking alone along the many corridors, looking around me as if something was missing. I got a few glares here and there, but I didn't care. I felt an urge to find a letter like the last one – I couldn't explain why to myself, I just did.

After many hours of searching in vain, I stopped at an empty corrider and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes, and with no hope whatsoever of my next move to actually work, I whispered: "Accio letter."
To my big – yet delighted – surprise a letter came flying right into my hands. The parchment felt harsh and warm, as if someone had just touched this very piece of parchment. With shaking hands I unfolded the parchment and began reading.
It was the same handwriting, and it was once again signed H.G.
I felt curious about this person – who was it? The stranger had decided to write back to me, which meant that I hadn't scared her off with my talk about Azkaban and dementors. With a feeling of relief I quickly found my quill, which I had carried around with me – if I should happen to find the letter.
I held the parchment against the cold wall and began writing very fast.

Dear H.G.
I found your letter. I used the Accio-spell, but I had some trouble looking for it before I came that far. How about leaving the letters behind the statue of the gargoyle at the seventh floor in the future?
D.M.

I looked around to see if anybody had arrived while I was writing on the back of the parchment, but the corridor was still empty and silent. I put the parchment on the floor, feeling rather hopeless since I had no idea of where to put it otherwise. All I could do was hope that she would find it – whoever that H.G might be.