Belle's POV
  The letter read:

  Dear Belle,
I know that you used to hate me. I know that I was a jerk to you in school. Please, accept my formal apology. Sorry for tormenting you. Sorry for not protecting you from the Cruciatus Curse. Sorry for the hours you spent crying because of my friends. I hope that you accept my many apologies. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. If you forgive me, please meet me at the Hogshead at 3.
Sincerely,
D.M.
P.S. I only treated you the way I did because my father put a hex on me so that he would know if I was nice to muggle-borns.
P.P.S. I know you're true identity b/c of the Prophet. Careful where you spill your secrets, Belle/Hermione.
P.P.P.S.
Nice change, Rita caught a pic. She has spies everywhere.

End Of Letter

  Harry flew above my head and read the letter, his eyes growing in shock. "So... will you meet him?" I jumped in surprise, and sent a hex at his face. His mouth glued shut, and he protested silently. "Yes. Now never tell anyone the contents of this letter, Harry." I smirked, and waved my hand. His mouth dropped open, and Harry glared at me. Harsh.