A/N: It's a SNOW DAY!!!!! I'm so happy! Anyways, thank you to all my fantastic reviewers. I'm sorry it's taken me a while to update, but here it is. Enjoy (as always)!

Hermione looked around her dormitory. She was glad to be back at Hogwarts, especially after the way Fred had been acting lately. Boys were so weird. She knew a lot of people would not like the relationship between her and Draco, but it didn't stop her delight at being back at Hogwarts. Those people were going to give her a lot of grief, though. She scowled at herself. Who cared what those idiots thought anyways? Well, she did, but she could pretend she didn't she straitened her shoulders. It was almost time for dinner and… There was a rap on the window. Surprised, she glanced at it to see a tawny owl she had never seen before hovering outside. It leaned forward to tap the window again, but Hermione rose quickly and opened the window. Chilly air flew in with the owl, and she shut the window hastily. The letter was addressed to her. She sighed as she took it from the owl and slit it open. What was up with letters lately? Before, she might have gotten two all year, and now they were flooding in (if you could call three a flood). She pulled it out and began to read…

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Fred was sitting on his bed, brooding, when George sauntered in.

"Why so glum?" Fred's twin asked. "We had a great day for the shop." Fred shrugged noncommittally. George rolled his eyes. "Don't give me that," he snorted. "If you're so out of sorts that she's gone, write to her already. She won't even recognize the new owl ,so you can me anonymous and everything."

"Hermione? Did you see the way she looked at me?"

George laughed. "I did too. That was the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Besides, you know Hermione. She's always like that."

"Didn't make it any less embarrassing." Fred tried not to remember the previous weeks incident. He had said something really stupid-he didn't want to remember what- and Hermione's expression had told him more than he ever wanted to know.

"Oh, stop stalling and write to her," George said, breaking into his brother's thoughts.

Fred groaned, knowing he had lost another battle. He grabbed a quill and stared at a piece of blank parchment, feeling like a total dork.

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Hermione could not believe what she had just read. Gaping, she read it again.

"Dear Hermione,

You don't know who this is (I hope). So you're going to have to figure it out yourself, because if I told you, I might be murdered by a certain ex-boyfriend of yours. And I'm probably the last person on earth you'd ever think of. Anyways, I was hoping you might leave the stupid Malfoy because… well, I bet you can guess. It would be great if you could send a reply back with this owl now because I don't know of any other way you could reach me.

Thanks!

Somebody"

No way, Hermione thought, shocked. Who could have possibly sent that? Harry? She rejected that with a disgusted Ew! And besides, that wasn't Harry's style. Well, that left her with Ron (Oh, God, no) and the hundreds of other boys at Hogwarts. Having no clue what to say, she scribbled a quick, "What the hell?" on a slip of parchment, gave it to the owl, and set it out the window. She would show this letter to no one. Well, maybe Draco, but no one else. She headed down to dinner, the letter folded in her pocket.

Draco met her at the door to the Great Hall. He grinned when he saw her. His face still had the remnants of his old smirk in the features.

"How was Christmas?" he asked her sweetly.

"Long," Hermione groaned.

"I must admit, you do look a bit grim."

"They know. The Weasleys. About us." She hated to say it, but he needed to know.

He groaned too. "Great at least I'm not surprised. How did they find out?"

"That letter you wrote me. Fred found it."

"I did tell you to burn it."

"I didn't even have time to fold it up and put it in my pocket. They just apparated into the room."

"What? Into your room?!?"

"Oh, relax," Hermione told him. "It's nothing like that. It's Ginny's room, too."

"Oh."

"They do it all the time." His eyes widened in horror. "No!" she yelped, shocked at the conclusion he had made. "That is not what I meant!" It grossed her out even to think of that idea. She shuddered.

He shuddered too. "Oh good. But you still look kind of…" He trailed off, looking at her.

"I got this today." Hermione held out the folded letter. When he had read it, he looked up and said, "What the hell?"

"That's what I said!" she cried. "And it could be any number of boys."

"Relax," he told her firmly. "Did you reply?"

"Yes."

"What did you say?"

"I said, 'What the hell?'"

He grinned disbelievingly. "You didn't."

"Yeah, I did. Honestly, what kind of letter is that anyways? 'Would you please leave your boyfriend and get together with me, even though you don't even know who I am?' Really!"

"Yeah, just forget about it. It's no big deal."

Draco really hoped Hermione would forget about the letter. She walked away after quickly squeezing his hand. He watched her maneuver between the house tables and search for a place to sit, finally settling gracefully next to Ginny Weasley. He also had a good idea about who had sent that letter. He had, along with every other student at Hogwarts who had eyes, seen the way Fred Weasley looked at Hermione Granger. Except for Hermione herself. He had noticed that when Fred was at Hogwarts, he'd taken great care in not letting Hermione notice any of the looks he sent her way.

But Draco couldn't possibly tell Hermione. She'd have to be mad to choose him over popular and, (he had to admit) hysterically funny Fred. What Draco really wanted was to rip Fred's guts out, just for giving Hermione a second choice.

A/N: So, did you like it? Review! Next chapter will be totally hilarious, and also sad for certain characters… I'll try to update soon.