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Anyways, I’m getting off track again. I know it just doesn’t sound like me, but I have had a lot of things going on in my head and it’s hard to sort out all my thoughts. What I was getting at was how I began to fall for my former enemy.
Draco and I have been secret friends for about a month now. I remember it started after Ron and I had officially ended our relationship. Somehow the Daily Prophet had found out and ran a story about how we were both single again. I had gone to Diagon Alley to escape everyone at the Burrow when I saw him standing in a corner of Flourish and Blotts just staring at the volumes in front of him. Normally, I wouldn’t have gone over to him, but he was standing in the section that I found most of books. While we were there we started talking and found out that we actually have a lot in common.
That night I received the first letter. It was so short that I guess you can’t really describe it as a letter, more like a note. It read;
I know we will probably never be friends, but I enjoyed our conversation today. Please write back if you think we could be something other than enemies.
Of course, I wrote him back and told him that I would like to try to be friends with him. So we started writing back and forth this summer. At first they were just short notes like the first one and then they got longer. And the longer they got the more we shared with each other. If I had a good day then I immediately went to the room I shared with Ginny and wrote to him, and the same if I had a bad day. Recently we have been writing three or four times a day.
The more we wrote back and forth the more I started to fall for him. He had been more open with me that either Ron or Harry. And I felt I could tell him more than I could anyone else. I was afraid at first that he was being his old arrogant self and that once I started to open up to him he would use the information to blackmail me, but now I know that won’t happen. How do I know this for sure you ask. Well, I’m not the only spilling my guts in these letters. In fact, he was the one that started it. I still have that letter.
I know that we just started being friends or whatever, but I feel like I can tell you anything. I don’t know if you’ve heard but my father has been sent back to Azkaban Prison. He received a life sentence today. There was a mass hearing at the Ministry for the Deatheaters that were still at large. I was involved too. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, but I was let off. They gave me a fine for the things I did in sixth year. I was really expecting a prison sentence, but they told me that they understood the reason I did those things was because I believed that by doing them I was protecting my family. I just want you to know that I am trying to change for the better. I will never again let something like this happen again. If it ever does just know that I will be on the right side. I will never let someone threaten me with my family. My mother is beside herself. She hasn’t come out of her room since we got back to the Manor. I think she was prepared to go to prison, but someone had told the Minister how she helped save Potter and made it possible for the war to end. If it was Potter that helped her please let him know that I will forever appreciate it. I know you may not be able to do that until you let them know that we are writing. I understand if you want to keep this a secret, but don’t keep you friends out for too long. Anyway, I want to thank you for being there for me even if it is at a distance.
I had known about the hearing at the Ministry that day. I was actually supposed to testify, but I wrote to the Minister and gave him my story so I wouldn’t have to face Lucius Malfoy and his cronies. Draco’s father still scared me and his still does. I know that he can’t hurt me from his prison cell, but I’m afraid of what he’ll do when he finds out his son is writing to me. That night I went to Harry and told him what Draco had wrote.
“Hermione,” he said. “Why would Malfoy be writing to you?”
“He just wanted to let us know that he appreciated what we did for him and his mother,” I said. “It’s not a big deal.”
“But how did he know it was us?” Harry asked me.
“Who else would it have been?” I answered his question with a question of my own. For having defeated the greatest dark wizard of all time, Harry was a bit slow on the uptake.
“Oh right,” he replied. “Well, if you write him back tell him it was no big deal. I just thought the Minister ought to know the truth about him and his mother. I’d never wish Azkaban on someone if they didn’t truly deserve it.”
“I think I will write him back,” I said more to myself. “It’s the polite thing to do.” With that I left Harry to his thoughts. Sure was funny that in a house full of people only one was left completely alone. In that moment I was jealous of Harry because no one was pestering him about his feelings. But I understood. Harry was trying to make sense of everything that had happened and he still blamed himself for the lives of those who died that night at Hogwarts.
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