Chapter one
It was a usual day at Hogwarts for Harry, Ron and Hermione. As they were done with dinner the three of them walked chatting up the moving stairs to their dorms. They were glad that this boring and never ending day was finally over. Well at least almost – homework still had to be done…
Ron and Hermione stayed in the room downstairs to continue chatting while Harry left to get some books he had to return to the library. He gently tossed his cape away and headed for his desk as suddenly something strange caught his attention. Right on his pillow something white was standing out from the red Gryffindor-like bedding. As confused Harry took a closer look, he noticed that it was a small envelope lying there. Wondering from where it might have come from, he totally forgot about what he was going to do and took the envelope instead.
Something unexpected happened. The moment he had touched the paper it began to rise up in the air in order to stop in about the height of Harrys eyes. In less than a second it unfolded it by itself as if it would know that the finder was the right person to read its content.
Harry was speechless and barely moved a little forward to the letter that was now hanging right in front of him – flying of course. Then a low voice which seemed to be familiar began to speak and started to read the letter.
"Dear Harry,
I'm writing you this tiny letter because I just can't take it any longer.
I can't take it that I have to see you everyday – every single day without you knowing what I feel for you.
This might be useless because I don't think you're reciprocating my feelings to you,
But I just can't have this hiding in me any longer.
I love you.
I always did. Since I first laid my eyes upon you.
But I also knew and still know that our families have differences that are very hard to overcome.
And don't forget my friends – they hate you. Oh how can they? I don't understand.
These are the reasons why I acted so – how shall I put it – weird around you.
Some might say I even was mean or well..disgusting to you and your friends.
But you have to understand – I'm way too shy to talk to you in person.
So I wrote this letter to you as the only way to express my feelings.
I hope you understand.
In love,
Draco Malfoy."
The letter slowly closed again in order to glide back to the pillow where it used to lie.
Harry was absolutely breath taken. He didn't know what to do – shall he laugh? Or rather cry? His thoughts shot confused through his head. "Is this a bad joke?" – He couldn't tell.
But then suddenly a spell came to his mind he read of some days ago - a spell that would reveal the sender or owner of a letter or owl or any other of that kind. But the result was unsatisfying. It said that the writer indeed was Draco Malfoy.
"But it can't be..there is no way Draco would like me. The way he treats me..!"
An unknown feeling came over him and he wasn't able to name it but for only a second his only thought was: "He likes me." The feeling almost felt blissful to him but as soon as he realized what he was thinking he shook the thought away from him and decided that it was the worst joke he's ever heard and decided not to fall for it. First he wanted to show the letter to Ron and Hermione, but in the room downstairs were too many people. He didn't want everyone to know – at least not yet. Not until he hasn't found out what it was about. He was going to show them later.
Happy about the fact that he at last figured what to do, he headed back downstairs where he would find his impatient friends already waiting for him.
Hermione: "Where for god's sake have you been? How long can it take to get a bunch of books, Harry?"
Right after Hermione's words the actual reason why he went upstairs came back into his mind. A little ashamed he answered:
"Uuh..damn it! I'm sorry I'm gonna get them right now!"
And so he ran off right the way back where he came from.
Ron and Hermione were puzzled and she merely said: "Boys.." , shook her head and rolled her eyes. Ron made a face and tried to defend Harry by explaining to Hermione that he's in a difficult phase of the month right now.
"Ron..he doesn't have his period!", she answered and both began to laugh hysterically.
When Harry came back they still were laughing but they ended it abruptly when they noticed him. He still was too occupied thinking about the letter he had read a few minutes ago to notice that they were laughing because of him. Then they started doing their homework – one more concentrated than the other one. Hermione noticed that Harry was obviously thinking of something else than their essay about "Important flying creatures in history". So when everyone else had left the room Hermione began to speak addressing Harry:
"What is up with you, Harry? You forgot about the books earlier this evening and you're apparently not concentrating at all on your essay. It seems as if something would bother you. So stop being a fool and tell us!"
Harry wasn't prepared for a question of that kind and started to stumble. Then he sighed.."Alright..there really is something I have to tell you…"
And so he told Ron and Hermione everything what had happened up in his room. While listening to Harry, Ron got redder and redder obviously trying to hold something back. But the moment Harry said the name of the person who signed the letter he couldn't hold it any longer. Ron started to cackle, fell over on the floor and laughed hysterically until he couldn't breathe anymore.
Hermione: "Ron! Get yourself together! You're so childish…I actually think that is more concerning than funny. Harry, we have to find out what the purpose of this letter was."
Harry: "That's an easy thing to say but how do we find out?"
Hermione answered with a rather devilish smile on her face: "I suppose we have to capture him, give him some of the potion that makes him say the truth and only the truth. That's how we're gonna find out!"
With those words Hermione flung up and headed to the girls' dorms.
Over her shoulders she said: "I'm gonna take care of the potion. You better think of a way getting Draco. Good Night"
Hermione left stunned Harry and Ron. "I love it when she get's so impulsive", Ron said. Harry gave him a strange look and said: "Anyways..how the hell are we going to get him?"
Ron merely shrugged his shoulders, stood up and said: "Well, the only thing I know is that I'm tired and that I have to wake up deadly early tomorrow – so let's just sleep over it. Haha maybe our dream is going to tell us what to do". Laughing he went up the stairs leading to the boys' dorms.
Harry followed him with his eyes as Ron suddenly stopped, turned around and asked: "Harry? Man..aren't you tired?"
Harry: "Ya, I'll be right there I still have to return these books!"
Ron – sighed: "Oh Harry..the library closed hours ago! Where did you leave your head?"
Harry glancedat the huge clock standing in the recreation room and noticed that Ron was right – something that doesn't happen too often. Feeling a gush of tiredness Harry stood up, took the books from the library and slowly followed Ron. It felt like forever until he finally reached his bed and he didn't even change – he was way too tired and fell asleep right away.
Soo this is it..my first story. I hope you like it! And well…please review!!
Thanks for reading by the way