Hermione was sitting at the Gryffindor table having dinner when a large owl swooped in and put a letter on her plate. "That's strange." She thought. "Mail always comes at breakfast." Everyone else had looked over to her. But she was only interested in who the owl flew over to. Draco Malfoy. Her worst enemy. The boy who had called her a mudblood. (Foul name for witch or wizard) He smiled proudly and gestured for her to open it. She raised her eyebrow at him. He looked a her with pleading eyes in response. She carefully opened the letter and shifted so Harry and Ron couldn't see it. It said: Hello Hermione,

                I know I know, you don't trust me. But if you want to trust me just this once, go to the Room of Requirement tonight at 9:30 PM sharp. Please?             Thank you,

                                                                                              Draco Malfoy