Hermione Granger had just gone shopping in Diagon Alley for her seventh year school supplies. When she got home, she pulled her trunks out from her closet and set them on her bed. She was just about to start packing when she heard a tap on her window. She looked over and there, sitting outside the window, was the most beautiful black owl Hermione had ever seen. It tapped the window looking–if possible–impatient. Hermione crossed the room to the window and opened it, letting the bird into her room. It flew in and landed on top of her dresser. She walked over and untied the emerald green ribbon that was holding an envelope to the owl's leg. It was a simple envelope that had her name written gracefully on the front. She read it over once and looked over at the bird. "Of course! How could I not have seen who you belong to before?" When she had finished speaking, the owl smirked at her, almost exactly like it's master used to, and flew out the window, knocking over a picture of Harry and Ron in the process.
Hermione went over and closed the window, but then opened it again. Her head was spinning so much she decided that the cool breeze would be helpful. She walked back to her bed and sat down, reading the letter again:
I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I would like to call a truce. I would be extremely thankful if you would agree. I am so sorry for everything I've done to you. I never wanted to be mean to you. I've actually admired you since the first day I met you. You are so smart and talented, and even though you can be a know-it-all sometimes, I'm jealous of it. I hope you take this letter to heart. I know there is probably nothing I can do to make it so you will forgive me for all I've done, but I'd like to give it my best shot.
Hermione was stricken. She never thought she would live to see the day when Draco Malfoy would apologize to anyone let alone a muggle-born. Especially this muggle-born.
She was mulling over whether she should ignore the letter or write back, when another owl flew in and landed on the foot of her bed. It dropped the envelope and flew back out the still-open window. Hermione reached over and grabbed the envelope:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to be Head Girl. Upon your arrival at Platform 9¾ this year, you will be escorted to the Head Boy/Head Girl cabin in the train. You and the head boy will have a carriage to yourselves, and your own dormitory in the castle. Congratulations.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hermione was awestruck. She couldn't believe she had made Head Girl! She smiled from ear to ear, wondering who the Head Boy was going to be. She had almost completely forgotten Malfoy's letter until she looked down at her lap. Sighing, Hermione went over to her desk and pulled out a piece of parchment.