Hi all! Thank you once again for your responses to my question. I feel really creative at the moment, so if there's any other FF you'd like to read - related to HP of course - please let me know! Anyway, this chapter is also quite long, and I tried to fulfill your wishes with this. :) Hope you enjoy.

I was in a very bad mood the next day. I couldn't stop thinking about the letter, and I was both filled with frustration and anger. Though there had been parts of the previous letter I had enjoyed reading, most of it had started a fire inside me, and I had no idea how to put it out. I just hoped that his next letter would be more sensitive and gentle.

"So, what's bothering you today?" Ron asked with his mouth full of food. We were sitting in the Great Hall eating lunch, though I didn't touch any of my food. Recently I had lost all my appetite.
"What do you mean, what's bothering you today?" I snarled and looked judgemental at him.
"Well, you've been in a strange mood recently," he stated.
"Thanks, Ronald," I said with a slightly offended tone. I looked away with an occupied glance, but he kept talking to me.
"Is it those letters?" he asked, grabbing some more sausages.
My heart skipped a beat. Did he know? Had he tricked me – did he know who D.M was?
"Wha-what letters?" I asked, my voice slightly trembling.
"You know, the ones for your parents. The owls and everything," he said, as if he hadn't noticed my moment of nervousness.
"Oh," I mumbled and quickly relaxed again. "Well, yeah. They … they don't really get the hang of it yet ..." I said with a low tone and looked down at the table. As much as I wanted to shout at Ron – not to mention Harry – I still didn't like lying to them. But I had agreed with the unknown D.M that our letters would remain a secret – and I always kept my promises.
A few moments later I left the Great Hall and walked restlessly along the corridors. The time moved so slow that I thought it had stopped. I began moving towards the stairs. I thought, that maybe he had returned a letter behind the gargoyle already. It couldn't hurt to take a look...
After a few minutes I arrived at the long, most often empty corridor – only this time there was someone. Draco Malfoy.
He was standing at the opposite side of the corridor, facing me. He looked like he had just turned around to see who had arrived – as if he had been about to leave.
"Aren't you supposed to be eating lunch?" I asked him with a musty tone and a harsh look.
"Since when did you care?" he snapped back at me. He was right – since when did I care? I had no idea why I had asked him in the first place, but I just had so much rage inside of me that I felt like I needed to get it out at someone. And Malfoy was clearly the right person, since he was such a big idiot.
"What are you doing up here?" I asked challenging.
"I could ask you the same, Mudblood," he hissed and sent me a glance full of pent-up hatred.
I'm sure my face looked shocked just in that moment, but I managed to get control of myself shortly after.
"And what makes you think that you have the permission to call me Mudblood?" I asked with a rather shrill voice.
"Well, you are a Mudblood, Granger," he said – he obviously enjoyed playing around with me like this. But inside my hate was boiling...
"Malfoy, you huge, manky berk!" I shouted at him, feeling the tears making their way to the corner of my eyes. I quickly looked away until I had it all under control again.
"Relax, poxy. It's not like you can do anything about it," he said, smiling demeaning. I'm sure he meant it the harsh way, as if he said 'do-whatever-you-want-you'll-always-be-a-mudblood'.
I moaned and turned my back to him, trying to suppress the sobbing. The fact that Malfoy was calling me a Mudblood reminded me of D.M who also had been about to call me so. Only he was nicer, and he was trying to change – unlike the idiot standing a few feet away from me.
I heard him leave the corridor, laughing so it cut the ears. When I was completely sure that he was gone I turned around, quickly went to look behind the gargoyle, saw a letter, took it and headed for the Gryffindor common room.

Dear D.M.
I am delighted that that you apologize. You really make a better impression than other persons …

I almost made a hole in the parchment. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment – I had to push Malfoy and his stupid words out of my mind. Right now, all I had to focus on was D.M. Shortly afterwards I continued writing.

Don't worry too much about it. It was a mistake, and as I mentioned in my last letter, we all make mistakes. You're forgiven.
Your story about your childhood is very heartbreaking. I surely do understand your mum, yet I also understand you. What I think you need is a cliff to be supported by, someone to help and guide you. It could be anyone, as long as the person understands you. I'd like to make an offer, since I really like you, and I'm sure you can change. And after all, I am running out of excuses to write with you...
I know I have to face my problems and find a solution, but you're such a comfort. As for the matter, I think I'm mostly writing with you now for the pleasure. I hope you enjoy it as well, of course.
Since I am a daydreamer and a bookworm, I use my fantasy a lot. I can only imagine what your home must look like, when you say that your family is quite wealthy.
Maybe, someday, if we learn each others identity, I could come visit you in the holidays? I'd like to meet your mum. I'm sure she is confused and hurt as well, especially now that her husband is in Azkaban. Though your family has a lot of dark sides, you sound as a family that sticks together, and it really gives me hope. I'm sure your mum is lovely.
I get that you don't feel like you need to be protected. I guess it's a part of the secession. But I want you to know, that if you need anyone to talk to … or write to, I will always be there to listen. Your stories really catch me and believe it or not, it's like I'm incomplete before it all sorts out.
I've already told you that my life has been average – no huge things has happened in my childhood, since my parents are Muggles. They're dentists. A lot of wizards don't know what that is, but it's someone who takes care of your teeth.
Silly, right? I know … Sometimes I feel sorry for them. Life would be so much easier if they knew how to use magic. But they're used to it, so I guess they would just get confused if I suddenly stood there in front of them, giving each a wand.
I really hope to hear from you soon. I feel like my world is breaking down. Like I had the final crash today.
All that comforts me now is you. I don't know how it's possible to get such a relationship to someone you've never even seen – possibly never even met. I can't wait for the day when that happens.
I hope that you'll soon feel better. I know there's a lot of cruel things in this world, but everything will be okay in the end.
That's what the others keep telling me.
Always missing you,
H.G.

There was nothing special to do these days. Crabbe and Goyle was as stupid as ever, and classes were more boring than they used to. Perhaps because my thoughts always were filled with images of H.G. – whoever she was. I pictured her with different hair colours, different eyes, different voices … None of them seemed to fit to the outrageous amazing personality she had shown this far.

I quickly began focusing on what Mr Binns was saying when I reached that thought. I reminded myself to take it easy, shaking the thought of me.
All I did was waiting for the classes to pass – as well as the hours. How come they suddenly seemed even longer now?
In the meantime I tried to figure out what H.G could mean. I had no idea, since there was no interesting person on the castle with those initials. And I knew for sure that this girl was interesting – she was different, and I wondered why I never had noticed her on the many corridors, in the Great Hall, on the Hogwarts Express … but then again, I didn't know what she looked like. I didn't know anything except the things she told me in the letters...

Dear H.G.
I'm very grateful for your forgiveness. I am so relieved, I can't believe it. As I've written many times now, something about you just makes me want to change. And though it's strange, I don't mind. Not at all.
Are you saying that you want to come visit me sometime? We don't normally have visitors, since most people on this school are idiots. But perhaps I'll take you home with me someday.
Though we're writing each other everyday I still feel distanced from you. If it's because of the unknown identities, I don't know. Or maybe it's because I feel like you're a much better person than me. Wait, I don't feel like it – I know it. Only an idiot would reject that.
I couldn't imagine my life without magic, nor my parents. It's like a part of me – it is a part of me. But I guess that's because I've grown up with it, knowing that I would attend this school when I first turned 11.
Or, well, actually my parents had this idea of making me go to Durmstrang. Of course that would mean we'd have to move, since we've always been living in England.
I don't know what to think about the whole Durmstrang-thing – I'm sure I would've found some better mates over there, but then I wouldn't have found you.
I think I prefer Hogwarts then...
As much as you hope that I'll feel better – which may or may not happen – I wish the same for you. You are a great person, and you deserve happiness more than I do. I've been an idiot to a lot of people, and you seem a lot more sensible. I'm pretty sure you are.
Am I the only one who feels like time passes much slower? I think it's because of you. All I look forward to is reading your letters. They mostly make me smile. And there's not much that makes me smile at the moment.
Looking forward to your answer,
D.M.