Of course, I do not own anything involving with Harry Potter. I'm sorry if this chapter isn't very good. I was just trying to get in down before I got too tired and forgot what I wanted to have in this chapter.


Chapter Two: the beginning of the letters.

"Beautiful girls like yourself, shouldn't be alone and crying."

"Go - " before she could finish her sentence, she looked up. "Malfoy? What do you want?" he stared at her, wondering why he had followed her out the school to the grounds.

"I came to see whats the matter with the Gryffindor princess." he said quietly, sitting down when he saw two people wondering near by. He knew the tree would had covered the view of him. After all, he couldn't be seen with a muggleborn.

"Why Malfoy, would you come to see what is bothering me? You would just love to know what is bothering me so you and you're lovely friends can have something to laugh about." she stood up from her spot. "Now if you will excuse me."she turned away from him.

"You're wrong, Granger." Hermione looked over from her shoulder, down at him. "Now sit down." she turned to face him and looked straight at him.

"No."

"You know nothing. For your information, unlike you, I don't have friends. I have to be civil with the people I am with now because of my father. Now, sit down. " he said very calmly. After a moment passed Hermione doing what she was told, took her seat at the root of the tree. She didn't look at Malfoy as he pulled himself up to sit beside her, but continued to look at the The Black Lake and the waves pushing against the shore line. The sun causing the waves to sparkle and she smiled.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she finally said, when he hadn't said a word.

"Girls like you, should not be running around crying."

"What's that supposed to mean."

"You heard what I said a few minutes ago.. When someone is as beautiful as you, you shouldn't have anything to cry about. You have everything."

"Beautiful? Malfoy, I'm a mudblood remember? I'm not beautiful. I'm scum to the wizardary world. I have plently of things to be upset about. I need to go."she stood up once again.

"A Malfoy never lies."

Hermione chuckled. "Are you positive about that?"

"You may be a mudblood, but that doesn't stop you from being beautiful. You aren't scum, I've only said those things to keep you away. But, since my father is in Azkaban. I can do as I please, along with wanting what I want. " he paused, as she turned away from him. "Hermione." he said half whispering as she closed her eyes. "Have a good day. Don't cry anymore, or I'll come find you again."

She bit her lip, "Bye, Draco."

Hermione left Draco sitting at the tree and he watched her until he couldn't see her any longer when she entered through the school doors. He laid on the ground, his hands behind his head wiht his eyes closed. He smiled as a fresh idea came to mind. He wanted Hermione Granger as he always had since the beginning of his first year. When you have an outstanding witch and wizard, they belong together. Hermione was the best of his year, him in second. Harry Potter never counted in his mind.

He stood up, making his way to the dungeons to have start in his master plan, before potions class began.


Hermione sat quietly in the back of the potions classroom, the thought of the conversation with Draco still in her mind. Had he really meant it when he said she was beautiful? She didn't understand him at all. Just that morning he had called her mudblood again. What was the sudden urge for him to want to come in her life and make her feel better. Even though it may have worked, she still couldn't find a way to explain it.

"'Mione, what's going on?" Harry whispered, when Snape sat at his desk infront of the room.

"Nothing, Harry. I'm fine."she said quietly, continuing to copy the notes from the board.

"Hermione, I know when something is wrong with you. Why else would you have ran out of the Great Hall this morning? Talk to me." she glanced over to Ronald, who sat beside Dean at the end of the table. "It's because of Carmen, isn't it? Ron doesn't undesrstand anything. He doesn't know you have feelings for him."

"I used to have feelings for him, Harry. Not anymore. Someone today helped me realize that there are better men out there for me. " she looked at Draco from the corner of her eye. To see him too, glancing over to her with a smirk on his face. She quickly looked away.

"Helped? Who helped you?"

"That doesn't matter. If Ronald Weasley is happy with that-" she stopped herself before she could insult her. "-with this Carmen Nichols... Then I'm happy for the both of them!" she sighed through her nose. "Harry. I'm honestly okay. Now copy the notes, or you'll regret it later when we have to make this potion."

For the rest of class, they sat quietly beside each other copying the notes. Hermione every once in awhile looked over to Draco, who would glance over to her and look away. When the bell rang, she gathered her things and left before Harry, Ron or Draco could catch up to her. She searched around every corridor, until she reached the enterance of the library, finding the one person she wanted to speak with.

"Ginny. I've been looking everywhere for you!" said Hermione reaching to Ginny and pulling her hand to walk with her.

"What's the matter?" asked Ginny, when Hermione kept a hold of her arm. "Hermione, talk to me!"

"Ginny, I need to tell you something, that you can't even tell Harry." Ginny nodded, as she was pulled into an empty classroom. "When I left the Great Hall today during lunch I went to the Lake and sat there."

"Okay, why can't I tell Harry this?"

"That's not it, Ginny. When I was down there... Someone had been looking for me and he started talking about all these crazy things about how he thought I was beautiful and I should never cry and I think he was saying that he basically wanted me at one point.. Ginny, I'm so confused!"

"What?! Who are we talking about? Well of course Hermione, you are really beautiful! That shouldn't have been a shock to hear. Who is this?"

"You promise you aren't going to tell anyone?"

"Hermione, I promise! Who do you think I am?"

"I know, i know!" Ginny stated at the confused girl, waiting for her to continue. "It... It was Draco Malfoy."

Ginny scratched the top of her head. "Say that again."

"Ginny!"Ginny sat down at the nearest chair.

"I really think you should tell me what happened, Hermione. Which means, start from the bloody beginning. Draco Malfoy? Are you mad? Have you lost your brilliant mind?"

"You're just as confused as I am! When I went to the lake, I was sitting there when someone came from behind me and had said something along the lines of 'Beautiful girls like yourself shouldn't be crying.' I thought he had just came to bother me more and make me more miserable so I tried to leave but he wouldn't let me. I didn't really think much of it until he said he really did think I was beautiful and now that his dad was in Azkaban, he could do what he pleased along with wanting what he wanted."

"So, just over night he turned into a gentleman? What about the rest of the time where we had to put up with him trying to ruin our lives? Did he try to explain that one?!"

"He mentioned the reason why he was cross with me in the past was because he was trying to keep me away..."

"Well, his dad is in Azkaban. Do you really think.. I don't know, 'Mione. I've never seen the good side of that ferret."

"I'm kind of glad he did come find me today though.. Even if he is a ferret he still made me feel a little better." she smiled.

"Well, I'm sure I could have done that! Come on, lets go get some dinner. I'm starving."


Hermione took her seat beside Harry and Ginny sat across from her. Looking over to the Slytherin table she noticed the grin Malfoy had on his face. He stared straight at her until a grey owl sat infront of her. Looking at the addressed envelope it read, Hermione Granger.

"Who is that from?" asked Ron when the Hermione detached the envelope from the owls leg.

"Mind your business." Ginny said, staring at the envelope. "Who is it from?" she whispered.

"I don't know, it doesn't say..."

"Well! Open it!"

She tore the envelope open and began to read the elegant writing that was written across the parchment.

Dearest Hermione,

From the first day I laid eyes on you, I had thought of you to be one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen.

You are a truly remarkable witch and I hope that somehow, you can forgive me from all the terrible things I have

done to you in the past. I hope that we can one day become friends.

Yours truly,

xoxo.

Hermione gapped as she re read the letter several times, it wasn't signed but she could take one guess to who the letter was from. Staring at Draco, he refused to look over at her. She hated to admit the feeling she had in her stomach but she had truly hoped the letter was from him.

"Hermione, is it from him?" asked Ginny when she finished reading it. "Maybe I was wrong.. Maybe he does have a nice side afterall."