Hey all! I managed to come up with this short chapter before Christmas. I'm so busy, what about you? :)
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Hermiones POV:

Finally. I was heading back to Hogwarts. I was going to write D.M. within a matter of hours.
It felt as if the clouds let the sun shine down on me. I felt so lucky, so happy to be able to communicate with him soon. Therefore I kept a smile on my face through the whole journey back to Hogwarts.
I was sitting in a compartment with Ginny – Harry and Ron hadn't spoken to me since the fight at the Burrow. It hurt to know that they still were able to talk to each other with no worries, while I had to comfort myself with Rons little sister. But soon I could turn to D.M...
Ginny opened her mouth several times, as if she was about to say something. She didn't look that happy, but I had no idea why. Perhaps it was the O.W.L.'s that was waiting for her within a few months.
"Ginny, is something wrong?" I asked.
"Huh?" Ginny said, looking at me as if I spoke a different language.
"You're just so quiet..." I mumbled, not really knowing what to say.
"Uhm, no. Not at all." she answered and sent me a weak smile.
"If you say so..."
There was an uncomfortable silence within the next few minutes. Suddenly Ginny looked up at me with serious eyes and said: "Hermione, there's something I need to tell you."
"Yes?" I asked, relieved to hear that there was something wrong. That meant that it could be solved, and that she could feel cheerful again.
"I know you've been... Writing with..." Ginny began, but then seemed to have a lack of words. "...Someone called D.M." she then finished off.
I looked at her with an incredulous glance – what? How could she know? I had been so careful with it all, we had even used a rare spell... How could Ginny know? We didn't even share the same dormitory!
"What?" I finally whispered, completely nonplussed.
"I'm sorry," she said and frowned. "I found the letters when you were... You know, with Ron and Harry."
"Ginny, you have to explain yourself." I told her with a rather demanding tone.
"Of course... I'm sorry," she said again, and then she began her story.
"I was unpacking your stuff, as we had done before you left, and then I found them... It looked strange, there was two handwritings, and you normally pay attention during classes. Therefore, I took a little peek at it... And I'm sorry."
"You read... everything?" I asked, sounding horrified.
"I know I shouldn't have done it, Hermione. I know it was stupid." she said and eyed the carpet in the compartment.
"Ginny... What did you... What were you thinking?" I hissed at her. I was out of my mind – I couldn't believe that Ginny could do that to me. She had always seemed so innocent, I'd never suspect her for doing anything like that.
"Oh, come on, Hermione! You would've done the same thing!" she complained and looked at me with a look that said you're-not-any-better.
"Would not!"
"Oh, really? It wouldn't surprise me if you found something interesting between, let's say Rons stuff, for instance. You would've taken a look."
It did sound like something I would do. I felt the warmth in my cheeks as I realised the truth in her words.
"Oh, but anyway... It was still wrong of you!" I defended myself.
"I know, but there's nothing you can do about it now. I just wanted to let you know that it's not a secret anymore." she told me. It seemed as if I had pulled one of her strings.
"Well... Just... Just don't tell Ron or Harry. Or anyone else. Please?" I whispered, feeling how my heart was beating much faster than before.
"Of course I won't." she said and twisted her mouth in a sad way, which I think was supposed to be a smile.
"Thanks." I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. I felt so relieved – even though it had come like a huge shock that she knew about it, I was grateful that she wasn't going to tell anybody. Of course I wouldn't expect her to, but I still wanted to be sure.
"So..." I mumbled after some time. "...do you have any clue who it is?"
I couldn't help it – I felt so eager to find out who D.M. was, and maybe Ginny knew?
"Uhm," Ginny said and blushed. Was that a sign? Did she know? "No. No clue at all." she then said and looked at me dead-serious.
"Oh... Okay." I said and looked out the window. It had seemed like a miracle to be able to actually know who he was, but then again – wasn't it better if I found out because he wanted me to?
The rest of the journey was quiet like it had been before, but this time I didn't mind. I had much to consider.

Dracos POV:

I sat in the dormitory, all alone like I wanted to. I was looking at the floor, feeling empty inside. Why? Why did he do this to me?
I looked out the window at the snow that was falling, making the whole school look so peaceful and bright. I was the exact opposite.
I couldn't believe it. I wasn't going to write her anymore. If only I had met her that time at the Quidditch match. Then I'd known her identity, and I would be able to just walk up to her and explain everything. It wouldn't have been such a big deal. But I had been a fool, I had been a coward. I hadn't met her, I had fleed like a scared little boy.
I buried my face in my hands, trying to find some sort of solution to this gigantic problem I was facing. It didn't seem like there was any – perhaps I just had to live with it like this. Perhaps it was just meant to be a short friendship, with no further future. Perhaps it didn't even matter to her. Maybe she had changed her mind.
A lot of thoughts ran through my mind in that second. What about her? I couldn't write her, so my only hope was that she would write me sooner or later. Then I would know that she cared, that she actually wanted an explanation. But what if she expected me to write her first? She would be disappointed.
I thought about what I could do if she actually wrote me. I wouldn't even know. She would probably use the Revelio Secreto-spell, and I wouldn't be able to summon her letter. Maybe it was the end of... whatever it was that we had.
Or maybe... Maybe I had to defy my father, maybe I had to use the spell anyway. I just needed a very short time to just write that we had to use the gargoyle again.
Oh god. Why did we even begin using that spell? Because I was afraid that Goyle and Crabbe would find the letters. What a pathetic reason. Everything seemed much worse now. Goyle and Crabbe would've been nothing right now. If only I had known.
As I sat there, thinking about it all, I made my choice, and promised myself to stick with it. I had to summon her letter. I had to use the spell.
I had to risk everything.