Disclaimer/Warning: slash, character death mention, grieving, don't own these boys as much as I want to.
Apologies
Harry was lying on his bed in the smallest bedroom in number 4 Privet Drive. He was almost 16 and his life was spiraling downward. His frame sagged into the mattress as his burning eyes brimmed with tears again. His body heaved with the suppressed sobs as the pecking of an owl came at his window. Sluggishly Harry forced his heavy limbs to move and pull himself upright. With a foggy head he let the owl in and untied the letter attached to its leg before it flew off into the late afternoon. Curiosity distracted him from his heavy heart for a moment as he unfurled the parchment.
Potter,
I know this is strange and all since we don't like each other, but I wanted to say I'm sorry about your godfather. I'm also sorry for my father's part in what happened at the Ministry. I am tired of fighting with you. I would like to extend my hand out to you in friendship again, but not because of who you are, just because I want to stop this silly feud. If you don't write back I will take it as a no.
Cordially,
Draco Malfoy
Harry felt as if the breath had been knocked from his chest as he scanned the letter through again. He couldn't believe Malfoy actually felt sorry about what happened to Harry with the loss of Sirius. Harry knew he was tired of Ron and Hermione constantly checking up on him, not quite understanding what he needed. Maybe accepting Draco's friendship wouldn't be so bad…
Harry scribbled back a short reply and sent Hedwig out with his note. Strangely, Harry felt a little more relieved as he sank back onto his bed and let the fatigue take over him. Smiling just a little bit, Harry felt his heart rate speed up slightly and fluttering in his stomach as he thought about spending time with Draco. Little did he know, Draco was feeling the same way as he gripped Harry's reply miles away later that night.