Draco Malfoy was engrossed in his Transfiguration essay when an origami parchment rose floated down in front of his nose and landed on his essay, smudging the fresh ink. He unfolded it and waited for the words.
D, we need to talk. The words appeared on the parchment in neat clear handwriting.
About what, H? What's wrong? Draco wrote beneath it.
Why do you immediately imagine something's wrong?
Because if I know you, H, and I do, you never say those four little words unless something's gone rather horribly wrong.
What if I just want to chat with you?
H, this is you talking…well writing…and you are always so serious.
How dare you! You of all people know that one cannot be serious all the time.
Not even you.
What's that supposed to mean, D?
Well, H, I know for a fact that you act far more innocently than you actually are. Your friends don't know about your summers, do they?
How could I tell them? You know what they're like. They'd have murdered both of us.
Especially W. He still thinks of you as his property.
Aw, are you jealous, D?
…no.
You're so jealous.
Take that back!
No, D. I certainly shall not.
Look, we're getting rather off track here. What did you want to discuss?
You've made me lose my train of thought. I've forgotten what I wanted to say to you now.
How does one write a snigger?
Hey! Oh you insufferable boy! Meet me on the astronomy tower tonight at midnight.
Are you mad, H? Need I remind you where the Slytherin common room is?
Fine, lazybones, we'll meet out by the lake.
That's better, H. Now you're learning.
I don't think you could get any more arrogant.
I'll try, just for you.
Boys!
After that no more writing appeared. Smirking Draco crumpled up the parchment and dropped it into his bag. Since he was in the library he suppressed his chuckle.