After dinner the three adults sat and talked for a bit over coffee and then went their separate ways for the evening. Draco went back to the library and a glance at the clock told him it was far too late to call. So instead he decided to write to her, though the owl would take some hours to fly from the Zabini's home west of st. Mungos to Hermione's, further north. He sat and tried to find the right words for the letter for far too long. And then finally he realized how idiotic he was being and set pen to paper.