10
Hermione sat at her desk, parchment and quills out and ready, but her thoughts were as blank as the parchment in front of her. Come on Hermione, pull yourself together, it’s only a few sentences just to tell him his mother is alright. But then what of the things she said to her? After the Yule Ball? We didn’t hear the end of it for days. Why did he talk of her so much to his parents? Didn’t he…loathe her? She picked up her quill and dipped it into some ink and then paused over the parchment. An ink blob splattered onto the paper and started spreading slowly, like blood. Blood, mudblood…isn’t that what I am to him? She aimlessly scratched at her forearm, the one Bellatrix carved that name onto. After several visits to different magical cosmeticians she was able to cover most of it, in fact unless she pointed it out it was practically gone, but its ghost remained as it’s been carved far deeper below her flesh. She threw out the ruined piece of parchment and got out a new one, and proceeded to write.
Dear Greetings Malfoy,
Hope this finds you in a timely manner, as I have done as you’ve asked. All is well so you need not worry. All that I’d like to ask is that you perhaps consider responding to more than just me from now on. I would like to continue correspondence regarding your court trial as there are several factors I am not yet clear on, which if you agree to it I shall write about at a later date.
There is a matter of history I was made aware of, that not only confuses me but completely could change the possible outcome of your trial if we put forward these claims as evidence.
But once again I would need your honest cooperation and involvement. I would also prefer if this would be kept between just you and me.
Best regards,
Hermione Granger.
She rolled up the parchment, making sure to seal it and gave it the owl she recently acquired. It was a Eurasian Scops owl, small and with quite a character but it was one that Crookshanks didn’t try to eat and that was a good sign. She stared out her window as the tiny owl was made tinier by the distance as it flew away. Now all she had to do was…wait.
Hello Granger,
What in the bloody heck are you even on about? What history? Could you have been even more cryptic? Has all the fame of being the Golden Girl completely scrambled your brain? I am glad to hear all is alright, and I will respond to my mother’s letters. And I wasn’t about to tell Pot Head that I’m writing you letters. That would be both stupid and dumb.
Next time please write in English?
Draco Malfoy.
She wrinkled her nose at his oddly messy writing, she supposed this was due to lack of a proper desk than him acquiring horrible penmanship in prison.
Hello Malfoy,
Just so you are aware, since you’ve been all worried about things, the letter could have been intercepted and then the subject at hand could have been compromised. However, since you insist I’ll be more plain. I was told by your mother that you would talk about me non-stop when we were in school. There, so what do you have to say about that? Was that simple enough for you?
Hermione Granger.
De Granger,
Yes, that's plain enough.
Although I’d like to know how you think mother telling you of my utter detestation of you will somehow aid in my release from this purgatory? Do not tell me you’ve somehow assumed this could have been a boyish crush? Hahaha.
I think not.
Draco.
Malfoy,
Actually that is exactly what your mother made it sound like and if you were not so thick headed you’d see that this could be played to your advantage. It needn’t be true at all, but if you say you did, that would soften up several of the jury towards you. But if you didn’t actually then why are you being so defensive about it?
Hermione.
Granger,
I am not being defensive! That’s bollocks! In what universe does that even happen? You do have a point though, I could say I didn’t betray the identities of Potty and Weasel-brain because you had a nice arse.
Good plan,
Draco.
Malfoy,
That’s not funny and leave my arse out of this.
Hermione
Granger,
How could I if that's all that keeps me up at night?
Draco.
She stared at the bit of parchment bewildered before she crumpled it and tossed it in the bin.
Idiot.