Letter Number 10
August 4th 1998, London Apartment
Hermione,
First of all I would like to thank you for yesterday, I had a great time. Even though the boy cried a few times he was not all bad (I know, I know). And even though it hurts my heart – and my poor ego – I have to admit that Potter was that bad either. I'm not saying that he's my new best friend or anything, I'm not even saying that we are friends at all or that I like him, but I think I can stand being around him, and the baby as well. And that's a really good thing since it means that I can come visit you more often.
Someone really should whack me over the head; I actually like you Granger… Hermione. You remember the last thing you wrote in your last letter? About how you wanted to be my first real friend? I think I'm willing to take you up on that offer. Surprisingly enough we really connect and we have fun together. You truly are the last person I had imagined as my first friend, but still I have to admit that I don't think I could have found a better person.
And this is then where a normal, nice person would have said something about your home, how nice it is and how much I love it. But I'm not nice, Hermione. No matter what you think I am nice isn't it. Besides my nice-quota is all spent from tolerating Potter and the child. So you won't get many pleasantries from me. I hope you don't expect any, that way you won't get disappointed. It's strange really, how little I want to disappoint you. Sure there aren't really any people you deliberately want to disappoint but still. Normally it wouldn't hurt me one bit to disappoint you. On the contrary I might just have enjoyed it. But I've said it before and I don't mind saying it again; you have twisted my head! You've made me loopy!
My mum says so too. She came by yesterday just after I had come home from your place. She knocked kindly on my door and when I answered it she didn't come in she just stood there in the doorway and studied my face. Then she smiled widely at me and clapped her hands together as she entered my apartment. She didn't greet me or anything she just said, "You've been visiting Hermione, haven't you?" What was I to say to that? So I just nodded and asked her how she could tell. She told me it was because I had looked happier than she could remember me being for a long time. And then she said it, "She's driven you loopy." Then she smiled and cupped my cheek with her hand and continued, "I'm glad you're finally letting loose and have found someone to be yourself with." She stayed a little after that and we chatted. Every once in a while she would stop talking and just look at me and then make some little comment about you and I. I swear to you I think she thinks there's more between us than just a friendship. I say let her dream. She is a woman after all.
Not that I have anything against women, not at all. But you tend to have some strange fantasies. Usually fantasies of love and happily ever after. I imagine that you are a bit more reasonable than that but still. There no way of denying what you are. Sure, sure, I know that you are brave and clever but can you honestly tell me that you don't just love hearing little romantic stories. That actually reminds me, wait just a moment. Yeah, I remembered correctly. I just reread one of your letters where you wrote about a book you were reading. To be more precise a Jane Austen book. So that proves my point.
Oh, by the by, I just saw your last letter. You wrote something to me about Muggleborns. You said that you were glad that my prejudices were fading even if it was just because of you. I'll have you know one thing, the fading of that has nothing to do with actually knowing you, Hermione. My beliefs were altered already when you were a prisoner at my father's estate. I know probably don't like to be reminded of that time, and I'm deeply sorry for what my family did to you, I really am (see once again you make me apologize – and this time for something I didn't even do). You were so very brave that day; I came to strangely admire you. Even though my aunt tortured you (and she was the best of that, believe me I know) you stood your ground. And what when I first started to change my mind about you, I know that now. I started feeling like perhaps you were more gifted and strong than I had initially given you credit for. I started to think that perhaps just because you were a Muggleborn you wouldn't be any less worthy than anyone else to practise magic. So you are the cause yes, but not in the way you are thinking.
And I agree with you completely (strangely enough but I guess that's one of the qualities of being friends) we really should continue these letters. It is far easier to write your feelings (especially for me, I've never really known how to express feelings) than it is to tell someone just how you feel. And even though we have seen a lot of each other lately and that we are now friends I think you are right about the letters being our thing. And I would like to have a thing with you that neither Potty nor Weasel can claim they have. Huh, that's strange. I think I'm a little jealous actually. I have to share you while you have all of me. That's not fair. Well, moving on to cheerier things, the letters. As I said I still have problems with expressing my feelings but I want to learn how to do it. And I think these letters might be able to help me with that. So let's keep writing, shall we?
I was thinking that (if you don't have anything else planned) we could take a trip to Diagon Alley together. We both have some school stuff to buy and I think it would do us some good to get out in public together. I know what I've said earlier, that there was no way for us to be friends because it would interrupt with the natural order of things (you remember the whole Slytherin and Gryffindor mascot thing?) but I've been thinking about that lately. I think it would be healthy for us to show off our friendship. You know, mend the old wounds and show people that just because we are different and used to be enemies it doesn't mean that things'll never change. After this war people really need to realise that their prejudices are childish and uncalled for. People need to see that enemies can get along and even be friends. Perhaps we'll take down some walls. Perhaps we'll make some people gasp. And perhaps we'll even make some people mad and furious. But hopefully we'll make must people stop and think about their own lives. Well, it might be a little farfetched but I still want to go to Diagon Alley with you no matter what. Shall we say August 6th?
First a little note about the previous chapter: I'm so sorry about the lack of date. Hermione wrote her letter on August 2nd. Hopefully you are no longer confused about the timeline.
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