Hey everyone! Sorry for my lack of updates, I've been kinda busy. Anyway, I found time to write this chapter for you. It's sort of different, since a few weeks have passed since the first letter now. I hope you don't mind, but I thought it would fit right now. In that way, something new could happen. And that's exactly what's going to happen in this chapter. Excited? :D Nah, I'm just kidding. xD
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My unidentified penpals last letter was much more gentle than the previous. I was relieved when I read it, and again he made me smile with his kind and generous words. My longing for meeting the unknown D.M was growing stronger and stronger for every day that passed. One day I got an idea – I didn't know how he would take it, but I couldn't resist asking. Therefore, I broke the usual conversations we had through the letters. We usually wrote about our families, life at Hogwarts, our problems and such. But the letter I was about to write would be different. I came up with an entirely new subject.

Dear D.M.
A specific thought just crossed my mind. We can meet.
I know that you're uncomfortable with showing me your real identity, but we've been writing for weeks now, and I'm desperate and impatient. You know I like you for who you truly are – no matter what. Actually, I would like to correct myself and say that I not only like you, but care about you. You're like a dear friend to me – and I'm ready to see your face.
Honestly, you have nothing to fear. We've shared so many things, so many secrets and stories – why not meet each other? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to communicate not only through the letters? Imagine sitting in the Great Hall, knowing who each other is. Imagine talking in the corridors between classes and hanging out afterwards. Imagine visiting each other in the holidays. Wouldn't it be amazing?
I think so, at least. I am drowning in my daydreams right now. I really do hope you will agree with this, but if you don't I'm okay with it. I don't want to push you into anything, but you know that I always will be there for you, and being able to actually see you would be a huge thing for me. It would make everything so much easier, and it would be refreshingly new and interesting.
I know what you wrote about you not wanting your friends to know about us. I figured a way so they don't have to know.
Next Saturday there is a Quidditch match. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. I'll be waiting by the foot of the third tower at 11.30 am. You don't have to talk to me or anything. Just find me and walk past me, scratching your arm. That way I'll know it's you.
Why don't we just meet in the castle, somewhere, you may think? You see, this way you don't have to make up an excuse for your friends. Everybody loves a good Quidditch match. I, myself, only watch it because of the players from my house, which is good friends of mine. The ones I told you about, actually. But my point is, you don't have to lie or anything. I suppose Quidditch is an important thing to you. Of course you would show up at a Quidditch match.
So, what do you say? Are we going to meet?
Remember, I would never in my wildest dreams judge you. You know that. I will always be your friend.
Sincerely,
H.G.

The days passed, and the letters would be exchanged everyday. I quite enjoyed this new acquaintance of mine – she, whoever she was, meant a lot to me. As fast as it had begun, as fast my feelings for her grew. I couldn't help it – I found it rather pathetic that I could feel like this when I didn't even know what she looked like, but something about her was just so tempting. I had never met someone like her before. It was like she had an aura around her, filled with innocence and care. And that was all I needed. Care.

The next day I read her letter. She had blowed off our current conversation, but I didn't really mind. It was nice when she had something to tell me – it always lifted my mood, when she wrote about something that really just confirmed her curiousity and adventurousness. Only this time – I felt different.
"We can meet … I'm desperate and impatient … Care about you …"
The last one really hit me. I had just been thinking that all I needed was care, and here I was, sitting in the dormitory reading her letter, where she said that she actually cared.
I didn't know what to think. She wanted to meet me, she said that she was ready to see my face.
"Honestly, you have nothing to fear. We've shared so many things, so many secrets and stories – why not meet each other?"
She had a point. What did I have to lose?
Her, of course...
Even though we had shared our deepest secrets and worries, we still had no idea what the other one was like for real. When feelings weren't written down on a piece of parchment. When there were things to hide, things to conceal from the world. From your friends. From everyone.
I knew that I had a bad rumor around the school – and a good one to others. It all depended on who she was. She would probably only be impressed by the things I had done if she was a Slytherin, and I knew for sure that she wasn't. She wasn't pureblooded, she wasn't fake.
She was real and honest, good-hearted and brave. She was everything I wasn't. And therefore, I had a lot to fear. I had everything to lose. If she saw me, she would probably stop writing me, if she believed in all the things she had heard.
But on the other side – she kept telling me that she thought differently. She kept telling me that I was changing, that I was getting better. She knew me for who I truly was, and therefore – how could she believe the rumors?
I thought about her offer for a long time. Hours, perhaps. But then I decided that I would meet her. I wouldn't keep this thing going if I had to be afraid that she would hate me and try to forget me.
I wanted it to be true. Like her. I wanted to be brave, just like she was.
So I took my quill and wrote on the back of the parchment.

Dear H.G.
I've been thinking a lot about your offer. I don't know exactly for how long, but it sure did take me some time to say that I'd like to meet you. Because I do.
I was very unsure in the start. I was wondering if you would hate me when you first found out who I really am. I'm still scared about that, but you've taught me something. Never to be scared.
And though I appear to be the type that's brave and all that stuff, I'm not. Not on the inside. And that's where you have your strengths.
I said I wanted to change. Well, that may take some spontaneous choices, right? So, this is one of them. A spontaneous choice.
I have no idea how this will work out. I've wondered about who you really are for a long time. It seems weird that you soon will be revealed, and perhaps destroy my picture of you. It's good, by the way. I have no idea what you look like, but in my mind, your looks reflects your personality. You're beautiful.
I will meet you at the third tower at 11.30 am. And I will remember to scratch my arm – which is very original by the way.
Feel the sarcasm, H.G.
Nah, I'm just kidding. I'm really looking forward to our meeting. But don't judge me if I'm quiet. I'm sure a face like yours will take time to grasp. You know why.
See you Saturday,
D.M.