I've had this idea for a Dramione story for a while now and I'm just getting around to getting some work done on it since I couldn't wait any longer. It takes place during their sixth year at Hogwarts and for the most part, the story between Draco and Hermione as well as their development is told through them unknowingly writing letters to each other. I don't wanna get sued for writing this so I don't own the Harry Potter franchise and I'm not profiting off this work in any way. Any similarities that you might find in this story and any other that you've read would be a coincidence. For the most part, the story between Hermione and Draco is told between their entries which can be differentiated by associating Draco's writing with words written in (bold) and Hermione's written in italics. Anyways, I hope that you guys enjoy the story and leave as much feedback as you want.

Every time Hermione saw Ron and Lavender snogging the living daylights out of each other she felt the overwhelming urge to throw up. It was disgusting, really, seeing their public displays of affection. What made Hermione even more annoyed was that she knew why Ron was shoving his relationship with Lavender in her face. She knew that it was because he was being a jealous arse after he'd found out about her snogging Viktor Krum, and Hermione was yet to understand how that was any of Ron's problem. Even if he was jealous, he had no right to get upset at her for kissing other people. If he wanted to be the one to kiss her then perhaps he should've realised his feelings for her sooner.

These days Hermione felt more anger towards Ron than anything which was making it harder for her to remember those romantic feelings that she used to have for him. As far as Hermione could recall, she'd first started noticing Ron in a different way back in third year. Arguing with Ron had affected her more than it did when she argued with Harry, and Hermione had missed being around him while he was accusing Crookshanks of murdering Scabbers. If anything, if Crookshanks had murdered Scabbers he would've been doing everyone a big favour. Then in fourth year, Hermione had been hurt yet again by Ron after he had only asked her to the Yule Ball as a last resort. He'd spent the whole night being a jealous arse and ruined her evening. He should've at least recognised some of those feelings back then, but Ron had always been slow at catching up with Hermione.

There hadn't really been any drama between them in fifth year which had been a relief. They'd become a lot closer together while working in Dumbledore's Army. By the time Hermione had gone to spend the rest of her summer at the Burrow, she had thought that maybe her and Ron were finally ready to begin a relationship. The smell that she'd found in Amortentia had only confirmed that what she felt for Ron was real and not just some silly schoolyard crush like she had initially thought it was. But all those hopes that she'd had for a potential romance had been shattered by Ron's jealousy and his subsequent relationship with Lavender Brown, of all people.

It had been weeks since Hermione and Ron had been in a polite conversation since every time they spoke, something hurtful always came out. Hermione supposed that if this was how they handled their disagreements when they weren't even a couple that it could only be disastrous if they were dating. In that time, Hermione threw herself into her schoolwork as Harry became even more obsessed with the elusive Half-Blood Prince. Now that Hermione was taking her N.E.W.T. classes, she needed to be even more diligent with her studying. Throwing herself into her work always helped Hermione distract herself from anything that was going, and she could certainly use some of that given everything that was going on. There was no denying that things were changing everyday out there with Voldemort getting more powerful each second. That thought terrified her. It made her terrified for Harry, knowing that her best friend would eventually have to face him.

Studying was like Hermione's coping mechanism. Most people would probably think that she was crazy for enjoying studying, but it helped. It gave her something else to think about, something else to throw herself into as she scribbled down notes to remember. Hermione had certainly increased her school supplies this year, knowing that their N.E.W.T. classes would be a lot more difficult than the standard ones. She'd purchased plenty of notebooks from Diagon Alley before school yard and had already gone through more than enough quills. Hermione was currently onto her tenth notebook, a red cover with a gold outline. It had reminded her of Gryffindor, so Hermione had happily bought it. She'd only started using it yesterday for Arithmancy and was already halfway done with it in the Gryffindor Common Room when Harry approached her.

"I'm going out for a fly with Ron and Ginny. Would you like to come with us?" Harry asked.

"I don't care what Ronald does in his spare time," Hermione muttered.

She could feel Harry rolling his eyes without looking up as he responded, "Alright then."

Sometimes Hermione felt bad for Harry. She knows how uncomfortable and frustrating it must be when two of your best friends were fighting and refused to be around each other. But hey, Hermione had put up with their drama in fourth year so it was only fair to share it around.

As Hermione turned the next page in her notebook, she found herself noticing how this next page was remarkably different from the others that she had written on. For starters, it was a lot more brown compared to the creamy pages that she had previously written on. Another thing that she noticed was how the edges of these pages had the same gold outline as the outside of the book. The exact details made Hermione curious, so she flipped through the rest of the pages in the book to see if any of them were like this, and they weren't. It didn't take long for Hermione to realise that she had reached the middle of the book, so she figured that it must've been some part of its design. That was, until she saw the words written in black ink appear on the page.

I'm only now just starting to realise how royally fucked I am. I never should've allowed myself to be dragged into this fucking mess to begin with, but I can't go back and change it now. What the fuck am I going to do?

All Hermione could do was gasp as she read the words that had certainly not been there moments ago. She certainly hadn't written them herself either so their sudden appearance was definitely quite a shock. Based on how the sentence was written, it seemed as though something or someone was writing from their perspective. This was just completely bizarre and unexplainable. Hermione sat there, frozen as she contemplated what she was supposed to do now. Acting purely on instinct, Hermione picked up her quill and wrote something down on the same page.

You should watch your foul language.

What the fuck is this? How come I just read something that I certainly didn't write?

I could ask the same question. I was just merely writing in this notebook until I reached these middle pages. Then I saw your foul language and I just had to see what this was about.

Wait a minute… you saw what I just wrote? Does that mean you've seen anything else that I've written in here? Because if you have, I'll bloody kill you.

Relax, I haven't read anything apart from the first message that I responded to. There is no blood that needs to be shed.

Well, this is fucking fantastic. When I bought this bloody book I never expected to have a conversation with someone else in it.

It is then that the reality of the situation hit Hermione. She was literally having a conversation with someone in a notebook. Sure, muggles could communicate with people like this through phones and email, but not notebooks. Hermione's mind went back to second year when Harry found Tom Riddle's diary and was able to communicate with him through it. Panic surged through Hermione's mind as she realised that this could be something similar to that. She didn't want to get sucked into any book filled with Dark Magic.

How is this happening? How are we communicating through a notebook? What kind of Dark Magic is this book filled with?

First of all, you basically asked your first questioned twice. Secondly, I haven't got the faintest idea of what this is or if it is even filled with Dark Magic. I purchased this book from Scribbulus Writing Instruments before the school year began.

Hermione felt somewhat ticked off and embarrassed when whoever or whatever this was corrected her like they did. She then felt curious when they mentioned purchasing it from Scribbulus Writing Instruments in Diagon Alley since that was exactly where Hermione had purchased her book from as well.

That is where I purchased this from as well.

Yeah, I remembered seeing a red and gold book there as well but I loathed the colours on it so I just bought this one instead. It's supposed to be a part of some set or something since two other books were missing as well.

This was the last book available when I bought it. But I have to ask, are you really a person communicating with me through a notebook or are you some kind of spirit or something?

As far as I'm aware, I'm an actual person communicating with whoever you are through a notebook. I'm not a ghost or a spirit, though I'd certainly rather be one of them at the moment.

The tone of whoever was writing in here both annoyed and concerned Hermione. She could just imagine whoever it was saying what they were saying with a bit of attitude, but that last bit concerned her. It almost sounded like this person wanted to be dead. But Hermione wouldn't be sucked in that easily. She had to find out more about whoever or whatever was writing to her.

I'm not sure if I can believe you there. You see, I once came across something like this before in a notebook that allowed you to communicate with someone's soul. Needless to say, it was filled with Dark Magic so I am not going to take any chances with this.

Like I said, I haven't got the faintest idea of how this is happening or what kind of magic this book possesses. When I bought it I thought I was buying an ordinary notebook. Turns out I wasn't.

Say I believe you; will you tell me what year it is that you're in? For all I know we could be communicating between the past and present while threatening to destroy everything as it is.

Assuming you mean what year it is and not what school year I am in, the year is 1996.

Hermione let out a small gasp while trying to contain herself. Just because they were in the same timeframe didn't mean anything. She had to ask more questions.

That is the year that I am in as well. And considering how you phrased your answer, I am going to assume that you are a school student like me as well.

Fascinating. It would almost be laughable if you attended Hogwarts as well.

It is certainly laughable, because it appeared to be the case. That only made Hermione even more curious to know more about whatever this madness was. If she was really communicating with someone at Hogwarts through a notebook, then perhaps Hermione knew who this was.

That is where I attend school as well.

You're not joking right? You really attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?

Yes, I do. Small world.

At that point, Hermione realised that she had reached the end of the two middle pages where there was no more room left to write. Hermione then watched in complete amazement as all the words that were previously there disappeared, giving her two completely new pages. Her sender seemed to notice that too.

Did all of the words on the page disappear for you as well?

Yes, they did. Whatever is happening here is definitely some kind of magic that makes me curious to no end. I don't know about you, but I must know how this is possible. It could help if we met in person so that we could discover what this is all about.

Absolutely not. I will not associate myself with whoever you are, regardless of who you might be. Even if you're one of my best friends I wouldn't want to know about whatever this… connection is between our books. We should just end this conversation here and move onto the next pages. If the pages don't talk back to you, then it must only be some kind of power here. You can choose to find that out on your own. I want no part of it or whoever you are.

Aren't you curious about this? You must want to know how this is possible.

Even if I was curious, I just don't want to know whoever it is I am corresponding with. Let's just forget we ever had this conversation and move onto the next pages. If you write here again, don't expect me to respond.

That seemed like a finalised statement to Hermione, so rather than press for more information, she reluctantly decided to end the conversation that had filled Hermione's head with an endless amount of questions. What in the name of Merlin had just happened? It was almost impossible to believe that she had actually corresponded with someone in what appeared to be an ordinary notebook.

All Hermione could do was stare at it in bewilderment. She had no idea what this meant or what kind of magic this book possessed to make it do this. It filled Hermione with uneasiness along with an undeniable desire to know the truth. Hermione had to know what kind of book she was writing in and what kind of magic she was dealing with. Whatever it was, Hermione was determined to find out what.

Though she had to admit, the one thing that had Hermione more curious than anything was who the identity of her mysterious sender was.

I'd originally called the story Dear Anonymous before I had this chapter title as Messages from No One before deciding that I liked that it better as the story title. That was before I realised that it's basically the same name title as Chapter Three in the Philosophers Stone, the Letters from No One. Also, I'd actually drawn out a rough calculation of how long I thought the messages were in an A4 book so where it ran out of space is roughly the same area it was when I went through mine.

Anyways, I'm gonna point out that this story will be primarily written from Hermione's perspective with some of Draco's sprinkled around here and there. Updates for this story should be fairly frequent, as in every few weeks or so since I am generally an active writer. I've got another Dramione story out there as well called Little Bear that primarily focuses on the sister that I created for Draco so you can give that one a read as well.