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Chapter Three: only the beginning
Trying to keep away from the blonde Slytherin boy was the hardest thing Hermione attempted to do for the rest of the week. She kept the piece of parchment addressed to her in the front pocket of her robes. Playing with the edges of the paper when she walked to her classes and when she sat trying to concentrate during classes.
Hermione now was sitting at the back of the library, trying to be alone to study. The sun was traveling down the horizon, and the yellow light came through the the window giving Hermione the little light she needed. Books were placed around the table infront of her. Lose strands of her curly hair hung in front of her face as she blew them out of her eyes when she looked up to stare at one of the books. The Mystery Letter was placed near the end of the table.
"Good evening." said a gently voice, that came from the edge of the table. Hermione glanced up, looking up to the boy from the corner of her eye, causing her to almost jump. Hiding in the library wasn't the best idea she had. The one that she tried to stay away from, stood infront of her frowning when he noticed her discomfort.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"she asked calmly, returning back to her notes.
"Nothing. May I sit with you?" his eyes traveled around infront of her, taking notice of the note that was addressed to her, he smiled before she return her gaze on him.
"I guess I have no choice." he shrugged his shoulders and took the seat beside her.
"You never wrote back." he said opening his book and pretending to read it.
"What are you talking about?"
He raised an eyebrow. "You know what I'm talking about." he said, pointing to the parchment on top of the parchment.
"It really was you? Well, if you want me to write back you should have signed it."
"Well, for being the brightest witch of our age, I would have guessed for you to simply figure it out that I wrote it." he reached for the parchment and opened it. Looking over it, he signed at the bottom.
DM
"Please write back tonight." he said, standing up. "Goodnight, Granger." she stared after him as he exited the library. She hadn't even thought to what she could say in response to him. Gathering her books and packing her school bag, she quickly left the library to walk to the Gryffindor common room.
"There you are!" Ginny's voice came as soon as Hermione walked through the portrait. Ginny sat at the sofa infront of the fire with her potions book placed in her lap. "I need help with my potions essay and I was wondering if you could help me?"
"Yes, but you need to help me first." responded Hermione taking the empty space beside Ginny.
"With what?"
"Malfoy." she whispered.
"Why would you need help with him?"
"He found me tonight in the library."
"Of course he did, Hermione. You partically live there."
"He asked me why I hadn't wrote back to him yet. When he left he told me to write back tonight."
"Well, what are you waiting for?!" exclaimed Ginny, taking Hermione's school bag and taking her quill and parchment out. "Go on."
"Ginny, I don't know what to say to him."
"Just begin to write! You'll think of something."
Hermione walked over to the small table that was in the corner of the common room. Biting the end of her quill, she pulled out the letter from Malfoy. After a moment of thought, Hermione began to write.
Draco,
I'm not quite sure what you expect me to write you. I do hope this isn't some sort of practical joke for the
Slytherins either, Draco Malfoy. I never would have thought you would ever give me a compliment. Did you
have to get someone else to write those for you? Well Draco, I do hope you are having a wonderful evening.
HG
"Harry, would you mind if I borrow Hedwig?" asked Hermione, when she spotted Harry in the center of the room playing Wizards Chest with Dean Thomas.
"No, go ahead." he said, his eyes never leaving the checkered board. Hedwig flew from the back of the chair she had once been sitting on, to Hermione's arm when she placed it out.
"Please find Draco Malfoy and give this to him, Hedwig." whispered Hermione. "He's somewhere around here." Placing the letter on Hedwig's right foot, Hermione watched her take off through the window close to the Black Lake. She sighed in relief, going back over to the couch that Ginny awaited at. Closing her eyes, her mind replayed the afternoon Malfoy found Herminoe at her favorite spot to see what had been bothering the beautiful Gryffindor princess.
The fire crackled and Hermione stirred in the couch. Hedwig flew in through the opened window and landed on the couch. Hermione woke up, staring around the empty common room. Ginny had left a note where she had once been sitting at.
You looked so peaceful and comfortable that I didn't want to wake you. Besides, you study to much and never sleep as you should. -Ginny
Hedwig put her foot out to a new letter. A response from Malfoy.
Hermione,
I didn't expect you to write about something in specifically. You could write about anything you would
like. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this isn't a practical joke between the Slytherin's and I. To be honest,
ever since my father has been in Azkaban, I haven't really spoken to much of any of them. Hopefully they
realize I'm not in any rush to follow in my father's foot steps. I actually want to have a future. Why can't
you believe that I meant the compliments I gave you? You should know that I don't typically say compliments,
so saying any to anyone is hard, so you sit there and laugh about it.
DM
p.s; I am infact having a wonderful evening. I hope you are too.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she finished the letter. Smiling, she put the new letter in her pocket and comforted herself on the couch once again, and dozed off.
