We got on the Hogwarts Express on the 1st September with still no sign or any idea of where Hagrid could be. No one really knew why they chose to take Hagrid; the only thing we could think of was that it was to get to Harry. Some how they must have knew he was close to him, and I bet I knew how. The whole plan was probably his idea. He had always hated him. All Draco Malfoy was a self-obsessed coward wanting to prove his name.
It had been a cold day and I sat in the common room shivering, evidently I had a cold coming. I glanced at the clock that read 7.30. Everyone was still in the great hall eating tea but I had loads of arithmacy homework to do so told Harry and Ron I’d meet them later. Although all I’d done since I’d sat down was daydream. I leant over to pick up my quill and make a start when a tapping on the window by my table made me jump.
I opened up the window and untied the letter, the all-familiar writing was present once again and oddly I felt excitement rush through me. My mysterious writer, or Damon I should say, had been writing to me ever since he told me who he was. He was a year above me but left school the year before me. He also said he’d liked me for a while. I know, sounds odd right? But I didn’t really have boys paying much attention to me, well, the exception was Viktor, but he was special, I thought to myself smiling at the memories.
Everyday for 3 weeks Damon and I had been talking to each other. He said he liked to have some one he could talk to because the people around him expected so much from him. I told him a lot too. Things I hadn’t told Ron or Harry, or even Ginny. I found him really easy to talk to, probably because it was not face-to-face and I didn’t know him. I told him a lot of people tended to judge me before knowing me properly and there was a lot most people didn’t know about me.
I didn’t like to seem too sorry for myself though; he’d been through a lot worse. He said how his father had disowned him because he didn’t want to lead down the same path as him. I didn’t really go into detail with it; it seemed like a sensitive issue.
We talked about meeting up; he was staying in a place just outside of Hogwarts, and being in 7th year we can go there whenever we want. He didn’t live with his parents, he was on his own, but he said it was how he liked it; no one could hurt him that way. He seemed very deep, just my kind. I sat smiling at myself for a minute, I was thinking as though a huge relationship was going to form from this. It would be great if it did though.
I shook my head and resumed to reading the letter. It read, Hey You! How has your week been? Mine’s been terrible, ran into one of my dads friends who gave me a headache. You know, you’re the only thing that keeps me going. Hope to hear from you soon. I breathed out deeply, I felt so sorry for him. I decided there and then that I’d have to set up a date to go and meet him. I wanted to help him out.
Just as opened the window for the owl to leave Ginny walked through the door. “Who you writing to?” She asked, eyeing me curiously.
“Just a friend,” I answered with a rubbish attempt at hiding the smirk that played across my face.
“Hermione, you never were a good liar.” She suddenly seemed disappointed, “I thought we told each other everything, and especially if it’s a boy thing. Which I know it is so don’t try to hide it!” She said sternly.
I guessed there was no way out of this one so told Ginny everything, from the first letter, to finding out who he is and, to meeting up with him.
When I finished I thought for a moment that she was just going to sit there. After a while she looked away, “Hmm…” She said slowly. Clearly she was thinking this through.
“Listen Ginny, you wanted me to tell you so it’s not like I’m looking for your opinion or anything. Whatever you say I’m going to meet him. I’m not stupid and I think I’ve proved more than once that I can look after myself.”
She looked slightly shocked after I said this and answered by saying, “Mione, I was only thinking of good places that you two could meet up to.” A smirk appeared on her face and I waiting for an outburst of excitement. And it came.
“You are so lucky! I wish I had some hot boy a year older than me writing to me and wanting to meet up; it’s so exciting. Oh how romantic, you could fall in love and get married and…”
“Live happily ever after,” I finished as I burst out laughing. “Come on Ginny I’m 17, your talking about me settling down now. And you don’t know he’s hot; he could look like, like one of the Weird Sisters.”
Ginny blushed slightly at this and answered “But wouldn’t it be a great story to tell your Grand-children.” We both started laughing and stayed up till a ridiculous hour discussing romance and fairy tale endings.
Yes Draco, you’re the man…You are the man!
I’d done it. I’d been hinting for days that we should set up a date and place to meet up but I didn’t want too initiate it in case it scared her off a bit. I knew that last message would have done it; I went for sympathy. I told her how my dad’s friend had given me a headache; it wasn’t like I’d lied to her.
Earlier on that day I had a bit of a run in with a death eater. I wasn’t worried though, I thought it was just an unlucky coincidence. Anyway he wouldn’t have remembered a thing for a while and by the time he got back to Voldermort I’d be long gone from here; and hopefully in the safe hands of the order. Finally she’d mentioned meeting up and I bet it was that last load of bull about her being the only thing that kept me going.
It hit me then, she was. “No Draco” I said, slapping myself. Don’t feel like you need that…mudblood. I cringed at the word. It reminded me so much of my father that I dreaded saying it anymore. In fact, the only reason I said it was to convince myself that I didn’t need her, I supposed.
I spent most of my time planning what to say and how to act with her when we met. For some reason I always ended up daydreaming about spilling my guts about every thing; my father, being a death eater, meeting Voldermort; all the things that had been building up inside me. I didn’t know what it is about her but she just had this way of comforting people and then she made me tell her things that made me want to slap myself afterwards.
I shook my head, why was I thinking of Granger so much lately? I’d sit and daydream about her, nothing weird, just about talking to her and stuff like that. I put it down to the fact that there was no one else around so she was the closest thing to a decent human that I had contact with. But what if it wasn’t? Could I have possibly been developing feelings for her? Funnily enough, this did not make my insides squirm. I contemplated it for a while and come to the conclusion that I didn’t like her; I was just been paranoid. But if I did…it wouldn’t have been such a bad thing.
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