Disclaimer: I am but a lowly human that cannot compete with the awesomeness that is J.K. Rowling.

Draco sat back with a soft sigh, looking away from the waiting owl, and reread the poem that had been sent to him just a few minutes ago.

Dear Draco,

The reason I love you
the reason I care
the reason you hurt me?
Guess I wouldn't dare!

The reason that I'm hurting
the tears haven't dried
I can still feel
all those tears I have cried

The reason I can't get past it
after such a long while
is seeing you still
makes my heart race a mile

The reason I'm lonely
even when surrounded by friends
is that when it comes to you...
my love comes with no ends

- Anonymous

Ever since Potter had killed Voldemort in the final Battle, Draco had become more agreeable and pleasant. While he still held up cold and stony demeanor, Draco no longer picked fights or bullied people as much as he did when he had certain images to uphold. Maybe this was because he always picked fights with Potter, and Potter was no longer an option.
"Harry..." The name just rolled off his tongue. It was true, Draco Malfoy had fallen in love with Harry Potter..., and he could never know. Draco knew that Harry would never look at him with anything over than hate. Maybe this is why this letter meant so much to him. Someone loved him. Someone he had hurt. But despite this fact, someone loved him.
Suddenly, Draco sat up with a fire in his eyes. He looked up at the beautiful creature sitting in the window seal, quietly waiting. Draco whipped out parchment and a quill, quickly writing a reply, before sending the owl back the where it had come.

Anonymous,
The owlery, midnight?
-D