Dear Viktor,

Hermione paused, chewing on her quill. What she was about to tell him was tricky. She hadn't exactly been hurt. But that fact would matter so much to certain people.

Last night something happened. I'm fine. I almost wasn't, and I'm still unsure how to feel about that. But I promise I'm fine.

Last night a troll got in the castle. No one knows how. No one knows why. No one even knows what on earth a mountain troll would be doing here. Scotland isn't exactly the native habitat for mountain trolls.

Now please don't get mad at me for this next part. I was in the bathroom crying during dinner last night. Ron said that I was a nightmare and that it was no wonder that I don't have friends. I took it pretty hard.

Everyone who was at the feast last night was herded off to their common rooms. Everyone except for Harry and Ron. They snuck away to warn me about the troll roaming the castle. That was a very lucky thing for me.

The troll got to me seconds before Harry and Ron did. And it attacked me. I panicked. If they hadn't shown up when they did, I might very well be dead.

I couldn't tell you exactly what happened. It was all over so quickly. And the adrenaline and exhaustion that followed was most certainly overwhelming.

Hermione put her quill down and rubbed her temples. She didn't know how to explain what had resulted. How she was now friends with Harry and Ron. It was a strange enough concept on its own.

She knew that Viktor wouldn't appreciate her being friends with Ron, as he was the one who had put her in the position to be attacked in the first place. And Hermione wasn't sure that she and Ron would ever be close friends. But after a couple of months of wishing for friends, it was nice to have some.

Hermione pulled her hair up into a knot. She still needed to figure out a way to tell her parents what had happened. And she was sure that they would have a cow. But she still needed to tell them.

"Can you spare a moment from homework and play exploding snap with us?" Harry asked. He had such a hopeful look on his face that Hermione couldn't say no.

Hermione rolled up her letter and shoved it in her bag before sitting down to play with them. It was good to have friends.