𝑀𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒

𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓎-𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇

Hermione looked at the letters that she has collected over the years

"What's on your mind Granger?" Draco asked her

Hermione raised her head

"I'm just reminiscing" she whispered softly

Draco sat beside her, putting his chin on her shoulder

"What are these?" Draco asked

"Letters I've written madam Marie-Rose over the years"

Hermione pulled out one of the oldest letters

"This was when I got sorted" she smiled

Hermione opened it

Madam Marie-Rose

I know that this letter will probably never reach you but I do wish to inform you that I have been sorted into Gryffindor, I'm worried I won't live up to the name, I mean the house of the lion is Brave, Loyal, Courageous and Confident, what if I'm not as brave as the hat thought? What if all I'm good for is learning? I should have been put in Ravenclaw, what if I don't make any friends?

I just wish you were here, I miss you

Yours sincerely

Hermione

Hermione extended the letter and Draco read it over

Hermione grabbed another letter

Madam Marie-Rose

I don't know why I keep writing you, I don't even send you these damn things anymore, they just gather dust in a shoe box under mu bed...I guess I'm just not brave enough to let you go just yet, so much for being a Gryffindor, I do not wish for you to worry but I have been in the infirmary for the past three weeks, I got hit by a spell but miraculously survived, but spending time in the infirmary just made me realize that even though I hace Harry and Ron visiting me every hours of the day, I didn't have a parent that fretted over me, but more than that, I didn't have you here to hold my hand, I need to ask you, did I do something that made you leave? Is it because of what I am that you left me? I guess I'll never know now will I?

Yours sincerely

Hermione

Hermione grabbed the last letter she wrote

Madam Marie-Rose

The war began, this will probably be the last letter I will ever write for I may not survive it considering I'm the most wanted muggleborn and because I'm friends with Harry Potter, I just want you to know that I'm forever grateful to have met you and thank you for all the lessons you have taught me, I love you Madam Marie-Rose, thank you for everything

I love you Madame Marie-Rose

Yours forever

Hermione

"Why didn't you ever send these?" Draco asked

"I sent a few, but a few days later the owls returned with the letters so I just stopped" Hermione shrugged

"Tom mentioned that apparently she sent you a gift?"

Hermione grabbed the still wrapped box

"This is the first time she's reached out, up until now I thought she had left London or had passed away" she told him

"Why don't you open it?" Draco asked her

"I don't know what I'm expecting" Hermione confessed and played with the black ribbon