Thirteenth Letter

June 26th 1998, Grimmauld Place

Draco,

I don't know what to do now. I'm totally panicked and confused. You woke up. We tested an antidote and you woke up. You opened your beautiful eyes and looked straight at me. First you looked as confused as I feel now. Then you snarled at me. The smile that had broken across my face quickly disappeared and the longing I felt to put my arms around you felt like my body was mocking me. That's why I ran. I ran straight home, send a letter to your mother and then buried myself under my sheets reduced to tears and sobs. Harry came to check on my. He hugged me and tried to cheer me up, but all my insecurities culminated with that single, little sound you made. Your mother is probably with you right now. She is probably telling all about what she has done for the last month and a half. At one point or another, my name is going to come up. And then she'll have to tell you about the letters. And then you'll read them. And then I'm at a loss to figure out what's going to happen next. I don't know anything right now and it frustrates me. I can't write anymore.

Goodbye

Hermione

Okay, so does everybody hate me now? I'm imagining that this wasn't what you were expecting. Please review.

The next part of this story will most likely be told by Draco. That just makes sense to me.