Fierce and feisty

The Letters

Author's notes: Whoopee! It feels sooo nice to call myself an... "AUTHOR"!!! Yup, my first story and I am pakka positive it won't be very good. I am actually doing this for my bucket list (too much revealed).

I have read many people do this (though I don't really know why?) and I will do it too!:

I do not own the characters. I possibly own what is called the "plot" (I know what a plot is, don't think otherwise). Rest all belongs to JK Rowling.

DRACO'S POV

Draco Malfoy sat in his favourite and most convenient armchair in the corner of the room. Putting the heavy book down for a while, he stretched his long, lean legs, relishing in the resounding crack that sounded. No one knew where he went for most evenings in the week. Except perhaps for Blaise, who had discovered his secret a few days ago. Even though he had been exposed, Blaise was clever enough to understand that he did not want to mess up with Draco during these evenings.

It was the year after the War, and Hogwarts had been rebuilt. Many had been back to redo their 7th years, Draco included. His father in Azkaban, Draco and his mother had taken hold of the family business, investing the family fortune for their benefits. Though the Malfoy name had lost its meaning and power, the blooming business made the Daily Prophet almost everyday.

Combining the everyday issues from the Malfoy business, the daily loads of homework and the responsibility of Head Boy, Draco had hardly any way to vent out his stress. Sure, he took a girl to bed every night, but that only satisfied him for a few hours at most. Sleep did not come to him at night, and after a few relentless nights of staying awake after continuous shagging, the faint screams from the other room had started becoming clearer.

Granger. The Golden Girl. The Gryffindor's Princess. The part of the oh-so-famous Golden Trio. The Head Girl and his co-head for this year. Without her two bodyguards this year, she had finally shown him the fire she hid beneath that sweet, little, know-it-all facade.  Her banters were another thing that brought him peace. She had grown to be beautiful, with her petite shapely body and shoulder-length dark brown curls, and he had developed a certain obsession with her. She invoked all the dark, lust-filled demons buried deep inside him. She, however, either ignored or never seemed to notice the gleam in his dark grey eyes. She was still faithful to Weasley, even though it had been all over the Prophet how the dumb Weasel hadn't still made a move.

To relieve of all the tension going in his life, he often came here, to the Room Of Requirement, which had magically rebuilt itself after the fire caused in the War. He thought of Crabbe often, how his death had affected Goyle's life and his decision to not attend Hogwarts. There were quite a few Slytherins this year, still proud as ever, though if you looked closer, you'd see even they were grieving for their loved ones.

Draco often asked the room for a place much like his own study in the Manor. He sat contented, his signature Malfoy black robes contrasting his complexion and making him a powerful sight. He had his eyes closed, when he felt nervous pressure on his naval, very similar to the feel of apparition. However, it could not be he apparating, it was impossible within Hogwarts. No, it was the room changing, probably someone else, who had much stronger need of the room, had entered. He was now covered by a standing black mattress, completely oblivious to the person entering.

Draco hoped it wasn't Blaise, or his best friend was to going to get the end of the Malfoy rage. No, this was quite a small figure. In the hues of dark brown, and golden, and billowing of sage green robes, he saw the tear-streaked face of Hermione Granger. However, there looked no remorse. In its place was unabated, demonic fury, her curls crackling with anger. She had her wand in one hand, and to Draco, she looked absolutely devouring.

Forcing his eyes away from her beautiful, flushed face, he now took in the room which looked very different from what it was before. There was a big, blue, circle mattress in between and the walls were deep blue hues. Granger was circling the mattress, and to any other she would have looked maniac, but knowing her, Draco knew she must have a good reason to behave like this.

He saw as the room produced armored black figures, no doubt requested by Granger. She cried out loud, what seemed like a battle-cry, then started flicking her wand and performing word-less magic. She was a magnificent sight to behold. She used dangerous spells, Draco deduced, they were not dark magic, but still very advanced magic.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" she billowed, and Draco looked on with pure lust in his eyes. "YOU BLOODY PHILANDERING BASTARD!"

The figure burst into black flames. As soon as the flames died down, she threw her wand across the floor. Draco watched on, mesmerized, as she with a click of her fingers, the figure blasted. This seemed to cool down her anger a bit, as Draco's eyes followed the witch to where she sat down with her head in her hands and weeped. Suddenly, the heavy walls of the room announced another person entering, and he saw the Weasley-girl run towards Granger.

"Hermione?" her voice echoed. She put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "What was in the letter?"

Oh there was a letter, was there? Draco wondered. He saw Granger pulling out two crumpled letters out of the pocket in her sage-green robes. The Weasley-girl read the first letter and exclaimed, "Your parents were found? In Austrailia?" Granger nodded. "That's good news! You can give them back their memories!"

Granger sighed and mumbled while wiping her tears,"It isn't that easy Gin."

Granger then looked at the second letter with disgust. Her head leaned against the wall behind and her legs crossed, she looked like the sea just before a storm. The Weaselette now began to read the second letter and Draco could tell the exact point where her eyes began to blaze.

"Letter from Harry. Atleast someone thought it good to inform me about what was going on. Apparently, Ron's been sleeping with girls after 3 months in Auror's Training. Harry seems to have found out a week ago, and I received this just before Ron's letter today. He kept on writing lies to me. And I believed them. I have been a fool, Ginny."

Draco felt vicious. He chuckled darkly. He could finally claim Granger, and rub it in the Weasel's face. He could now take the Gryffindor Princess. He felt sympathy for the poor woman, but his feelings were largely of the unfulfilled lust and care that could now be soothed. He looked over to the two young women, and saw as the Weaselette basically shook with rage. She charmed a piece of paper to form a howler. She charmed her quill out of her bag, to write as she spoke:

"YOU DUMB ASS! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? WRITING LIES TO ME AND 'MIONE, HIDING FROM HARRY, AND SLEEPING WITH CHARACTERLESS BIMBOS? YOU BETTER NOT BE THERE FOR CHRISTMAS, BROTHER, BECAUSE MUM AND I ARE GOING TO MURDER YOU!"

Draco shook as the room echoed with her thundering voice. He saw as Granger stood up and took the other girl in an embrace. Her tears were now freely pouring. Both women, it seemed, were still completely oblivious to his presence in the room.

Draco had plans to formulate. He had to find a way to trap the free Gryffindor bird, and thankfully it seemed luck was on his side. He slipped out of the door unnoticed, his black robes swirling behind him as he smirked into the darkness.

Now I get it. Why people keep writing "A/N". It's for "Author's Notes", isn't it? OMG. I really wasn't a big fan of these notes, but now I know why they are fun to write. Hehehe.