A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! They upped in number a lot and that made me happy!

BTW someone mentioned Hermione calling herself a Mudblood. Don't worry about it. This is fanfiction. And she does say she's proud of it in the 7th(?) book.

I feel like for a story called Hate MAIL to Love NOTES there aren't many notes…..so I've added more.

Enjoy this-ness.

Chapter 12

So did you?

-Hermione

Go to sleep, Granger.

-Draco

Seriously, Malfoy! Answer me. Did you call me beautiful?

-Hermione

I don't know what you're talking about!

-Draco

Stop fooling around. Tell me!

I am being absolutely serious. I have no memory of calling you—YOU—beautiful. Please enlighten me on this situation.

When we were 'fighting' in the hall. What did you say? Think hard.

I'm trying. I want to know as much as you. Why would I call you beautiful?

It could have been a subconscious thought making its' way out of your mouth.

No! I don't think you're beautiful! Not even subconsciously!

You wouldn't know that. Anyway, I am pretty.

Oh no! Have you caught the arrogant bug?

Bet I got it from you!

And how would that happen?

Don't be so disgusting.

I wasn't implying anything. You're the sick one.

Oh, Malfoy. Will you ever learn?

Learn what?

You can never outsmart me. Don't try.

You really are getting arrogant. This is scary.

I'm just trying to keep you in check. Now…do you remember calling me beautiful?

Maybe we should…talk in person.

Yeah. Library?

Of course.

…You know what we just did?

What?

Planned a meeting place, late at night…that's not going to help dispel rumors.

Dammit. I need to figure this out.

Well, I can't help you without this being uncomfortable and weird.

I'll just talk to Blaise.

DRACO MALFOY

"Blaise!" I hiss, leaning across my bed and throwing my quill at him. He mumbles and turns so his back is facing me.

"Blaise!" I ultra-whisper, this time throwing the book I've been reading at him.

"What is it, Drake!" he says, throwing the book back at me.

"Come here." I say, catching the book. Blaise contemplates throwing the quill back and then decides that it's too dangerous.

"What? What's this about?" He asks, slowly crawling out of his bed.

I check to make sure that everyone else is asleep. I whisper, "Granger."

The fastest cheetah would be jealous of the way the Blaise moved. One second he was tiredly slinking out of his bed at the rate of a drugged sloth and the next he's perched at the foot of my bed, bouncing excitedly on my mattress, "What about Granger? Is this about you confessing your love for her? Or something even wetter—I mean better?"

"What was that!" I ask, getting a bit pissed with him.

"Nothing! Don't worry about it. So? Did you tell her?" he asks

"Tell her what? And keep your voice down."

"Did you tell her that you're madly in love with her?"

Now, I know Blaise gets a little crazy and enthusiastic and exaggerates what he would say in real life when he's tired. Last week he stayed up a little too late and started telling me about how amazing candy is. Blaise is my best friend but if we hadn't grown up together and I wasn't used to his antics I would probably end up killing him. Like I've probably mentioned before, I don't want a dead best friend.

"When did I ever say I was in love with Granger? I don't even slightly like Granger." I tell him

"Not now you don't…" He says so quietly I'm even sure if he said it. And I didn't see his lips move and his voice sounded more like mine…Wait a minute—

"Draco, go over what you said in your head. Just replay it in your mind."

"I've tried that. It doesn't work."

"You trust me, right?"

"Yes. Of course. You're really the only person I really trust."

"Alright, then I have something." Says Blaise, getting off my bed and rummaging around in his bedside cupboard. He produces a vial of…something.

"Veritaserum." He says, sitting back down on my bed and pouring the whole vial into the glass of water I keep by my bed.

"Where did you get that?" I ask, almost scared at how casually he's handling the potion.

"My mum keeps a store of it to make sure that her husbands' aren't cheating on her." He explains "A little hypocritical, ne? This is safe, though. She doesn't want to kill them. Not until she finds out the truth…"

"You want me to drink this?"

"I do."

"Stop messing around."

"I'm not. This will help you. You might be blocking your actual thoughts of Granger because you don't want to accept the truth. Now you'll have to." He says

"That's actually pretty smart." I say, picking up the cup.

"Thanks." Blaise looks pleased.

"Bottoms up, I guess." I say, drinking the whole glass in one large sip.

"Good luck."

HERMIONE GRANGER

"Hello, Malfoy." I say, sliding my bags across the desk next to the one with Harry's stuff on it, which Malfoy happens to be sitting on, "What are you doing sitting on my best friends' things?"

"I wanted to talk to you, Hermione." His eyes widen when he says my name and he quickly shuts his mouth.

"Are you okay? You seem kind of out of it." I ask, not because I really care all that much but because he seems extremely on edge, which is not very Malfoy like.

"Why would you care? Not that I would really mind if you did, Hermione." He says and I notice him pinch his forearm. He looks annoyed with himself.

"Zabini!" I say, adding a little whine to my voice as I look around the classroom.

"Hello, Granger." He says from behind me, making me jump.

"Zabini, what happened to Malfoy?" I ask

Before he can answer he is knocked back by a green-blue wand light.

"Blaise, there you are." Says Malfoy, stepping toward Zabini, "I've been waiting to do that all morning."

"Is that all?" Zabini asks, getting up, "Because I know I deserve it. But shouldn't you take some out on the person who made the potion?"

"No, I shouldn't." says Malfoy

"Um...excuse me." I say, stepping in between them and holding my hands up, "But could someone explain this to me?"

"Of course," says Zabini "I gave Draco some Veritaserum –he took it willingly, mind you-and it just so happens that it kind of tapped it into his subconscious. And someone, probably my mother, added something else that makes him blurt things out randomly. This is so we could figure out what's up with 'beautiful'…"

"And I'm really mad about that little 'blurt it all out' bit!" Malfoy steps forward but stops because my hand is now flat against his chest since he stepped against it. He looks down and for probably the only time today he is speechless. Awkward silence falls on us and I feel his heartbeat quicken under my palm.

"Malfoy…." I carefully take my hand away "Don't kill Zabini."

I sit down and try to forget this.

A/N: *Sigh* Oh, Draco. Just admit it.

So, I just realized that Blaise in this chapter in the middle of the night is like a mix of Shigure, Momiji and a smidge of Ayame….anyone know those are? If you do….REVIEW!

If you don't then you should also review. :D