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Our Secrets by domojanee

Format: Novel
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 5,711
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Scenes of a sexual nature

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Hermione, Draco
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 01/26/2015
Last Chapter: 02/06/2015
Last Updated: 02/06/2015

Everyone has secrets. No matter what side of the war you are on. Everyone has secrets. But it's the dangerous secrets that are worth fighting for. But they are also the ones that could destroy you if the wrong people find out. Hermione Granger probably has the most dangerous secret of all, for it bares the dark mark.

Chapter 1: The Capture of Draco Malfoy
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Hermione Granger was sitting in the bathtub, staring at the same spot on the wall and not noticing the water had turned cold. She didn't register the bustle of the people outside her room. The voices that filled the hallways and dusty rooms. Number 12 was filled the brim with Order members, and yet, she felt so alone. Not because Harry and Ron were off doing god knows what and left her behind. No, no that wasn't it. Or that she didn't have anyone to talk to, for there were many people she could sit and hold a conversation with for hours. No. It was the unsettling event that had happened a few hours before and the choice she has to make in the absent of Harry.


Hermione and Ginny were sitting at the kitchen table, watching Tonks change her hair color back and forth while Molly was making breakfast. The two girls were giggling at the quick change from neon green to bubblegum pink when the door to the kitchen slammed open and in walked Moody, Kingsley and Lupin. They moved into the room and sat down before anyone spoke.

"Breakfast is almost ready. I am sure you guys are starving." said Molly as she fried some bacon.

"Sounds good." Moody grunted.

"How did it go?" asked Ginny before getting up and pulling down three extra plates and placing them in front of each of the battered looking men.

"Better than we hoped" Lupin said as cherry as possible. He nodded a thanks to Ginny before wrapping his arm around Tonks shoulders.

"Caught 3 of 'em. Already put them downstairs in the cellar til we figure out what to do" Moody said.

Molly came to the table with plates of food hovering behind her. Each plate hovered over the table before gently setting down on the table with a soft plop.

"Three?!" She said before sitting down next to Ginny.

"All younger ones. Seems like they aren't as skilled at staying quiet" Lupin said as he reached for some eggs.

Hermione, who has been dead quiet this whole time, was staring at her plate. Her fingers tracing back and forth on the rim. She was brought back to the conversation when Kingsley addressed her.

"Ms. Granger, we will need you to go and talk to them before you retire later tonight."

She looked shocked at this. "But...why me?!"

Molly gave each of the men a displeased look, she had voiced her dislike before for making Harry or Hermione interrogate anyone they bring through the door. While she had every right to not let Ron or Ginny do it, she wasn't Harry or Hermione's parent. But before she could even voice her thoughts this time, Lupin jumped in, knowing what she would say.

"Molly, with Harry gone, he left Hermione in charge of Number 12. She needs to take up his role in his absents. You know that."

Molly said nothing, while pilling eggs onto hers and Ginny's plate.

"Who are they?" Hermione asked, hiding her hands under the table so they wouldn't see them shake. She had a feeling she knew who it was, and was praying it wasn't.

"Zabini, Goyle and the Malfoy boy." Kingley said.

Hermione was quiet for a moment. "Draco?"

Ginny gave her a questioning look, she had never heard Hermione call Malfoy by his first name before.

Lupin nodded. "I know it will be hard, facing him after all you two went through at Hogwarts. But he might know something."

She nodded before scooting away from the table. "Well, if you will excuse me, I need to shower then see to our guests."

Everyone nodded as she left the room.

-End of Flashback-

Malfoy was here, at Number 12. She hadn't seen him in almost 9 months. Not since the night she wiped her parents memories. She had seen him, briefly, lurking in the shadows. Or at least she thought it was him. She wasn't sure how she was gonna face him. Any of them for that matter. She rested her head on the side of the bathtub, hoping the cool tile would help rid the on coming headache. She stayed like that till there was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

"Hermione. You've been in there for hours..." She was surprised that Ginny's soft voice carried through the door. And before she could answer, the door opened slowly. Ginny walked in and sat on the toilet seat next to the bathtub.

"I know you are scared to face them." She said looking at the wild hair that was Hermione Granger. "But you will be fine. They can't hurt you."

Hermione let out a sigh. "I am not worried about them hurting me. It's just..."

"Malfoy? Hermione, you haven't seen him in almost a year!"

"9 months..."


"I saw him. 9 months ago. Or at least I thought I saw him."

"But 9 months...that was when your parents...why was he even there..."

Hermione didn't say anything. She didn't look up at Ginny, she didn't make any movements. She knew why he was there. And why she was so sure she saw him. She knew he was checking up on her. Wanted to make sure she was fine after wiping her parents memory of her. She knew he wanted to come out of the shadows and hold her while she cried. But she knew he couldn't and wouldn't. So he stayed hidden, in the shadows, watching quietly as her world shattered before her.


Ginny's voice brought her back to the present.

"Why was Malfoy at your house that day?"

Hermione made the first movement in almost an hour, as she pulled herself from the bathtub and reached for the robe that was hanging from the back of the door. She didn't say anything to Ginny. Not telling her the reason he was there.

"I better go and talk to them."


"Ginny. Leave it. I only thought I saw him. It was most likely my mind playing tricks on me. Besides we all know that Malfoy has better things to do then go to Muggle London." With that she left the bathroom, Ginny still sitting on the toilet seat knowing that Hermione wasn't telling her something.

Hermione walked down the stairs in just jeans and a t-shirt, with her wet hair in a ponytail. She reached the main hallway when she ran into Lupin.

"Going to see the guests?" He asked

"mmhmm" she said not really looking at him.

He studied her for a moment "Well, why don't we bring one up at a time? So you don't feel overwhelmed? Shall we start with Malfoy? I'll bring him into the library."

She nodded and headed towards the library. She turned around before opening the door "Thanks...Lupin." She opened the door and walked inside.

She couldn't sit and standing was too awkward. So she paced. She didn't know where to put her hands. To the side seemed wrong. Crossed seems defensive. So she played with them, lacing and unlacing her fingers. She nearly jumped when the door opened. Lupin walked in with Draco Malfoy, hands magically tied together in front of him. His soft blonde hair hung around his face and down his neck. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his dark mark staring at her. He had no signs of being beaten or roughed up, too much. His eyes stayed on the floor not looking at her.

"I can stay if you'd like. Make sure he doesn't do anything."

Hermione shook her head "No. That is alright. I can handle a tied up Malfoy. Thanks Lupin."

"I will be right outside if you need me, Hermione." Lupin said as he left Draco standing in the middle of the room. She nodded as he left, shutting the door behind him.

They said nothing to each other. She looked him over. He looked just as she remembered. After what seemed like forever, he looked up. He grey eyes soften at the sight of her. He could see that was she was holding back tears and fighting a smile on her face.

"Hi" she finally breathed out.

"Hi" he said so softly that anyone would miss it. But not Hermione. Using a nonverbal spell, she undid his ties and his hands fell down in front of him. He rubbed his hands over his wrists, not because they hurt but just to give him something to do.

Without another moment, she rushed across the room and buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. He quickly wrapped his around her, holding her tight.

"Hey. It is alright. I am alright." He said softly into her ear, knowing that she was fighting a losing battle with her tears. Finally she broke down, sobbing into his chest. Draco rubbed his hands up and down her back, placing a kiss into her hair. He said nothing while she cried. He knew better. He knew she just needed to get the overwhelming feeling out of her. So he held her, not saying a word.

Finally, she pulled away slightly to look up at him. She moved one of her arms from his waist and up to his face. She traced it as if she was trying to remember every detail of it. She smiled softly at him as he wiped away the few tears that were running down her face. After a few moments, her hand came in contact with his chest as she gave him a slap.

"Oi! What was that for?!" Draco said, not angrily but surprised.

"For getting captured! Do you have any idea how much of a risk this is? What if Harry had been here and not me? What if someone else caught you..." Before she could finish her rant, Draco kissed her. Her brain shut off as she kissed him back. There was no neediness in this kiss, just soft and gentle. She had missed his kisses. He always knew what kinda kiss to give her to make her feel completely at ease.

"Hermione. It is fine. There is nothing to worry about us being captured. I may have been careless on purpose."

"Draco. This is no time to be careless. If anyone found out." He hushed her with another kiss.

"My love. Doesn't a husband deserve to see his wife?"

She gave him a small smile before running her fingers up his face. They had been so wrapped up in each other that neither one of them heard the door open. Neither one of them noticed the two figures standing there.

"Wait. What?!"

The two of them moved away from each other and turned to see Ginny and Lupin standing in the doorway, looking stunned and shocked.

No one spoke. Not a single word had been passed for what seemed like forever. Draco had been put back into his cuffs by Lupin and was sitting in a chair. Hermione sat across from him, her eyes focused on his knee. Ginny sat on the sofa, staring into the fire and Lupin refused to sit, at all. Finally it was Lupin who broke the silence.


"Lupin, before you say anything, will you please just sit down?" Hermione didn't look at him, her eyes still on Draco's knee.

Lupin didn't say anything and sat down next to Ginny, who finally broke her gaze at the fire and looked at Hermione.

"I am not sure even where to begin with questions." Ginny said with a sigh.

"Might as well ask the first question that comes to mind, instead of just sitting in total silence." It was Draco who spoke, Ginny and Lupin gave him a glare and he looked back to the floor.

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"Don't play that game with me, Hermione Granger!" Ginny stood up, fuming.

Hermione finally took her eyes off of Draco's knee and looked at Ginny. "It is a fair question, Ginny. How long have we been together? Or. How long have we been married?"

"Both" Lupin said quietly.

"Together since almost the start of 6th year. Married since..." Draco trailed off when Ginny gave him a look. Clearly they wanted Hermione to speak and not him. Which in his mind was fair. How can they take his word, the youngest person to ever take the Dark Mark. The person who called Hermione a Mudblood and teased her for 5 years. He understood why they didn't want him to speak. But he also knew that Hermione wasn't gonna be able to tell this story on her own. Some parts were hard enough living through, harder to relive for both of them.

"The night Dumbledore died." Hermione jumped in, pulling Draco out of his thoughts. They gave each other a sad smile.

Silence filled the room. No one had talked about Dumbledore's death. It had been almost a year since he had died on the top of the tower and Harry never talked about it.

"But, he tried to-"

"Kill him? Yes I know." Hermione said. She leaned back into the chair was she sitting in, not looking at Ginny. She was looking anywhere but at Ginny and Lupin.

"Hermione! HE TRIED TO KILL DUMBLEDORE AND YOU MARRIED HIM THE NIGHT IT HAPPENED?!" Ginny was pissed. Her face was almost the same colour has her hair. Draco and Hermione both flinched at the tone and level of her voice.

"In all fairness, we got married before Dumbledore died."

"Shut the fuck up Malfoy! When I want your opinion, I will ask for it!"

Draco shut his mouth. Knowing it was best not to poke the dragon anymore than it needs to. He knew when to shut up.

"Ginny. Please, calm down. Dumbledore knew. He knew."

Ginny stopped for a moment at the sound of Hermione's quiet voice. She stared at Hermione, who stared at the wall.

"What do you mean-"

"It was Dumbledore that married you, correct?" Lupin finally spoke, his glaze shifted from Hermione to Draco. They nodded. "Which means, you are bound together. Anyone could have married you. But only a great wizard like Dumbledore could do something like that."

"Yes" Draco's voice was so quiet, everyone in the room almost missed it.

Ginny fell down onto the sofa. Not saying a word. Silence seemed to be the theme for the night. Which was odd, Hermione thought that when people found out they would be screaming. The night was still young.

"You must have gone through great lengths to keep the tattoos hidden." Ginny gave Lupin an odd look.


"When two wizards are bound to each other, each of them gets a tattoo. It is very old magic. That's how I knew the reason behind why they went to Dumbledore, he was one of the few people who could preform the spell. The practice isn't used much anymore, for there is no reversing the bound, expect for death." Lupin said quietly. Silence, again, settled between the four wizards.

"Perhaps, you two should start at the beginning." Lupin said, rubbing his tired eyes.

Draco and Hermione looked at each other, a small smile their faces.

"It all began the end of 5th year. When we got back from the Ministry." Hermione said, not taking her eyes off of Draco.

"I had locked myself in a broom closet on the third floor during the end of year feast. And Hermione, being the noisy person she is, found me."

Ginny and Lupin settled into the sofa, knowing it was gonna be a long night.

Author Note:

Sooo this is happening, lol. We will see how it goes! ;)

I know it isn't super original, but it was kinda stuck in my head...sooo here we go!



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"At least I am not the one sitting on the floor in a dusty broom closet, Malfoy."

"Yes. Well the dust bunnies make good company." He smirked at the frustrated look that was creeping up her face. He knew he was getting under her skin and it was kind of making him feel better.

Chapter 2: The Dust Bunnies
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Draco Malfoy was use to being the king of the hill. He walked the halls of Hogwarts with confidence. He always made sure to make his presence known. However, in recent months, he wanted nothing more then to disappear into the ground. He knew that his name only carried so much weight now. Now that his father had been dragged to Azkaban. After the stunt at the Ministry, it was clear to the wizarding world where the Malfoy's loyalties lie. Not that they didn't all suspect it already.

This was why, he was currently hiding out in a broom closet on the third floor. He wasn't actually sure how long he had been sitting on the floor of said closet. But he knew that the end of the year feast was going on and he wanted nothing to do with Harry sodding Potter and his band of Gryffindor misfits. Or all the looks he had been getting the past week now that everyone knew his family was very much on the side of Voldemort. What a fucking mess. He thought as he banged his head against the wall.

The door opened, much to his surprise. He looked up, squinting due to the time spent in the dark closest. "Sod off, Granger." Of course she was the one who would be standing there. Because the world just loves fucking him over at the moment.

"Malfoy?" Hermione Granger stood there with her hands on her hip and a confused look on her face.

He snored and rolled his eyes. "The one and only, Granger."

"What are you doing on the floor in a broom closest?"

He gave out a sigh. "Oh you know. Took a wrong turn." He started to pick at the nails on his right hand. He refused to make eye contact with Hermione bookworm Granger. He just wanted to get this conversation over with as quickly as possible.

"In life? Or..."

"God Granger. For the brightest witch of our age. You ask rather dumb questions." Hermione gave a sigh, he could tell she was trying to keep herself calm.

"At least I am not the one sitting on the floor in a dusty broom closet, Malfoy."

"Yes. Well the dust bunnies make good company." He smirked at the frustrated look that was creeping up her face. He knew he was getting under her skin and it was kinda making him feel better.

She didn't say anything for a few moments. He could see that she was having a debate with herself. He could practically hear the gears turing in her head.

"God Granger. Do you ever turn that brain of yours off?"

"Why aren't you at the feast Malfoy?"

"Why aren't you?" He watched a blush rush up her face. He scoffed. "Fuck Granger. It is the last night of school and you are on your way to the fucking library?"

She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. "I don't know why I even bothered opening this damn door!"

"Oh Granger. Dirty mouth!"

With that, Hermione slammed the door to the closet shut. Draco was surprised that she didn't put up more of a fight. He was clearly getting under her skin. He was frustrated that she didn't fight him more. He got up quickly and pulled the door open.

"Oi! Granger! I am not done with you!"

He could see that she was half way down the hallway. She stopped at the sound of her name and turned back around.

"What could you possibly what to talk about with me, Malfoy?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

He gave her a half smile, half smirk. "Aw, come on Granger. It is the first time we have gone any amount of time without throwing punches at each other. I thought we were growing as people!"

She scoffed. "You mean it is the first time we've gone without you calling me a Mudblood."

Silence filled the hallway. You could hear the wind whistling threw the windows. She could see the flash of guilt in his eyes. She wasn't sure why he was feeling guilty. And to be honest, she hadn't heard him call her one all year. His small cough pulled her out of her thoughts.

"You should get going. Wouldn't want anyone to miss you."

He turned on his heel and headed back down the hall towards the closet. She watched him pull out the door and disappear inside before slamming the door shut behind him. Hermione stood there for a full minute, stunned at Draco Malfoy's behavior. She finally walked back towards the closet and pulled open the door again to find him sitting on the floor with his head in his hands.

"Would it make you feel better to call me one?"

He looked up at her. "Normally, I would say yes. But no. It really wouldn't."

She nodded before moving into the small closet, shutting the door behind her. She sat down next to him. He looked, confused.

"Granger, what are you doing?"

She sighed before leaning against the wall of the closet.

"Sometimes, you need better company than dust bunnies."

They sat there in totally silence. Hermione studied the wall opposite her while Draco studied her. Why was she sitting in a broom closet with the boy who had spent the last 5 years making her life horrible. He will never understand Gryffindors.

"I am sorry." Her voice broke the silence.

"For what exactly?"

She sighed. "Your father. I mean, he had every right to go to Azkaban. But it mustn't be easy on you or your mother."

He stared at her What.The.Fuck? "Granger. If this is your way of cheering me up. You are doing a shitty job of it."

She let out a frustrated sigh. "Well Malfoy. I really don't know what to say!"

"Oi! Don't get your knickers in a twist! You followed me into this closet, not the other way around!"

Another silence fell between them. Hermione went back to studying the wall and Draco went back to studying her. He still doesn't understand why she is here or why she saying sorry.

"Tell me a funny story. Granger." He looked away from her and started at the wall.

"What?" She turned her head to look at him Did Draco Malfoy just ask her to tell him a story?

"A funny story. If you are gonna try and cheer me up, which I am assuming that is why you are here. Then tell me a funny story."

He didn't look back at her. But he knew she had a shocked look on her face.

"Um. Well. I might have allowed centaurs to kidnap Umbridge." She said very quietly and looked away from him. She had no idea why she thought this of all stories was funny. Well it was. But she wasn't sure if he would find it funny. Ugh great.

"What? Did you just say you allowed centaurs to kidnap Umbridge?" He held a small smile on his face but confusing in his eyes.


"You, Hermione Goody-two-shoes Granger, allowed a professor to get kidnapped by magical creatures?" He was now laughing.

"Yes! What is so funny?!"

He was now rolling with laughter. "I would hate to see what you would do to Trelawney!"

She looked shocked. "First off, Trelawney is well a respected...divination whatever. Umbridge was nothing more than a bitch."

Draco was trying hard to get his laughing under control. But the more Hermione explained what happened, the harder he laughed.

"I would have never pegged you to have Slytherin traits!"

"I do not!"

"Oh come on! If that isn't the most cunning thing I have ever heard!"

"I am going to regret telling you this story, aren't I?"

Draco nodded, while still laughing. "You were right. Dust bunnies make horrible company!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded while hiding a small smile. She knew come tomorrow they would be back at each others throats. But for tonight, they could pretend to be civil to each other.

Author Note:

Sooooo. Yeah. Draco is a But! What can you do? lol

Thanks to all who have reviewed, favorited and followed this! You all make my heart swell ;)

Till Next Time!


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"Watch it, Granger!" He sneered at her, pushing pass on his way back to his compartment.

Hermione rolled her eyes before gathering up the books that fell to the floor. One step forward, a million steps back. Dust bunnies are looking good right about now.

Chapter 3: Stella
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Hermione Granger was looking forward to some much needed down time after this crazy school year. It seemed like every year was crazy and draining. But this year between Umbridge, seeing Voldemort in person and the death of Sirius, this year was draining beyond comparison.

She sighed and rested her head against the window of the carriage. There was distant chatter from Harry, Ron, Ginny and Neville, but she wasn't fully paying attention to anything they were saying. Her mind kept drifting to the conversation she had with Malfoy last night. They had sat in the closet for over an hour talking and sharing funny stories. She had never seen an actual smile on his face, but last night he laughed and smiled. But she knew better than to hope that this was some turning point. One night does not make them friends.

"What book did you manage to get Pince to lend you over the summer, Hermione?"

Ginny's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Fuck.

"I didn't get one."

Everyone in the carriage stopped talking to look her.

"What? You were gone for over an hour last night? How did you not find a book?" Harry said, looking shocked.

"I didn't. Ok?" She snapped

"Whoa, 'Mione. Calm down." Ron said

She sighed. "I am sorry. This year has been..."

"Rough." Neville said quietly.

Everyone was quiet. It had been a very rough year.

"Well. If it makes anyone feel any better. I don't think Umbridge is coming back next year!"

Everyone in the carriage laughed, hard.

By the time Hermione had figured out what books she wanted to take with her onto the train, Ron and Harry had disappeared to find a compartment. She handed her trunk off to the man and rushed onto the train.

She dogged people left and right, looking into each compartment, looking for her friends. After looking what left like the 20th compartment, she turned her body and ran right into another body, all her books falling out of her hands.

"I am so..."

"Watch it, Granger!" Her sneered at her, pushing pass on his way back to his compartment.

Hermione rolled her eyes before gathering up the books that fell to the floor. One step forward, a million steps back. Dust bunnies are looking good right about now.

She turned her head to see him giving her sideways glance before moving into the compartment. She pulled herself up and moved down the train. Finally finding Ron, Harry and Ginny, she pulled open the door and rushed inside. Falling into the seat next to Ginny.

"I never know why you bring books with you on the train. You never read them." Ron said, stuffing his face with a chocolate frog.

"Because, Ronald. I might get bored of your nasty habit of talking with your mouth open!"

Ginny laughed and Harry hide a smile. Ron rolled his eyes.

"What crawled up your arse?"

"Nothing...I just ran into Malfoy in the hallway."

"Ugh. I am sorry." Harry said.

Hermione nodded before starting out the window and watched Hogwarts fade away. He was becoming a very confusing human being. At least before she knew he hated her and would never talk to her. But after last night, she wasn't so sure anymore.

Hermione dropped into her bed 6 hours later. After picking her from Kings Cross, her parents took her out to dinner to celebrate her homecoming. Hermione could never bring herself to tell her parents what bad things going on in the Wizarding World. She knew they would panic and force her not to return. So she kept it to the good things.

She stared at her ceiling, thinking about everything that had happened over the past year. Her mind kept wondering back to yesterday night. Get a grip Granger! It was an one time thing. This doesn't make you guys friends. She rubbed her hands over her face.

There was a noise at her window. She slowly got up and heading to the window to see a large black owl standing on the window ledge, looking at her. She had never seen the owl before. Maybe the Weasley got a new one?

She opened the window for the bird, who flew in and dropped a letter onto her bed, then flew back to the window to sit on the ledge. Hermione looked at the bird then back to the letter. She slowly picked it up to see it was addressed one? Huh. She slowly opened the letter:

Gran-Herm Granger,


I know you are probably wondering why I am writing to you. And honestly, I don't know myself. In fact I have been sitting here for over an hour trying figure out why I am feeling the need to contact to you. I mean I don't even know where you live, mud muggle London, right?

Okay, to be honest, I am sitting in the broom closet on the second floor, it is right next to our library (keep your knickers on) and the damn dust bunnies are staring at me. It seems like the broom closets are my new favorite place to hang out. Don't tell anyone. Would hate to find my closet on the third floor occupied when we get back to school.

Fuck this is going no where. I am sure I won't even send this.

Mal-Dra Malfoy

P.S. Be nice to my bird, she is very special to me. And for some reason really likes apples. Don't laugh. I know you are laughing. Stop it.

P.S.S. Her name is Stella.

Hermione laughed. She was shocked to see that he had written her. More surprised he actually sent it. She could tell he had a battle with himself over sending it. It was covered in ink smudges, not to mention all the crossing out.

She looked over to the owl sitting on her window ledge. Stella was a beautiful owl. Hermione could tell she was a black barn owl, which she found odd that Draco Malfoy would have something as common as a barn owl. But it was hard to argue when Stella looked at you with her golden eyes contracting against her black feathers.

She stood up slowly so not to spook the bird and went down stairs to the kitchen. When she returned to her room, Stella hadn't moved. Hermione slowly cut up the apple she grabbed and placed some pieces in front of the bird, who starting eating right away. She sat back down at her desk and pulled a piece of parchment out.

Dear Mal-Dra-Malfoy,

I was shocked to see that you have a barn owl. But once I looked her over, I can see why you picked her. She is beautiful. Don't worry, she is coming back to you with a belly fully of apples. Which yes, I am laughing at!

I promise to keep your closet a secret! But I am wondering why you are hanging out in one instead of just sitting in your library. I mean sure the books are lonely!

If it makes you feel any better, I am just as lost as you are as to why you are writing me and why I am writing back. But here we are.

I hope the dust bunnies are being nice.

~ Gran-Herm-Granger

She finished the letter and quickly passed it off to the bird before she lost her nerve. Stella hooted at her and took off into the night. She looked around the dark room before standing back up and moved around starting to get ready for bed. She left for the bathroom to clean her face and brush her teeth. She walked back into the room to see Stella sitting back on her window ledge. The letter she was carrying, sitting on her bed. Hermione shook her head and picked the letter back up.


You are so funny. Ha. Ha. Ha. Thank you for feeding Stella. She is a great bird, even if she is a barn owl!

Why am I not surprised that you would get all hot over my library. I am sure they are lonely, you are welcome to come over and keep them company. Eh...that might not be a good idea.

Good to hear we are both just as confused. To be honest, last night...was nice. It was nice. To laugh, to not worry about anything to do with the outside world. So...thanks Granger.


She stared at the letter for a while. Not sure how to respond. Had Malfoy, Draco Pureblood Malfoy, just said thank you to her? She wasn't quite sure how to process any of it. So, she quickly wrote a response, handed it to Stella, who hooted and took off again.

She pulled the covers down in her bed and crawled, thinking about everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. Well. This will an interesting summer.

Stella flew through the open window to Draco's room. She dropped the letter on the bed and flew to her perch, nestling her head into her wings. Draco reached for it and opened, slightly scared of what Granger had to say.


You are welcome.


Author Note:

And so it starts! Mwhaha. ;)

Thanks to all who favorited, reviewed and followed this story! 3


Chapter Four Preview:

"Malfoy?!" She rushed to open her window to the boy who was sitting on his broomstick, outside her Muggle London.

"So...This is Muggle London, eh?"