AN: I thought of this while listening to "Faithfully" by Journey. Haha. The title is in another language. What language? What does it mean? Why is the language important?

Dear Harry,

Do you remember the first time we met? It was a long time ago, wasn't it? We were both 11. It was Diagon Alley, Madam Makin's, to be exact. You were trying on robes alone. I wanted to make your acquaintance so badly, love. I had to insult that…man…Hagrid. He looked so very plebian, love, and I wanted to impress you with my wit. It was a fruitless effort, of course, and you left. I was sullen the rest of the vacation, and as for how you felt, I haven't the slightest. I insulted your mother, as well, Harry, and I apologize for that.

And on the train! I made a royal arse out of myself, didn't I? I knew who you were, now, and I was instructed to be your friend. My father always wanted me to be in good social standing. I had to insult the Weasel and Hermione, and Hagrid some more. It's my personality, my training.

How I prayed you would be sorted into Slytherin! And now I know, it was a very large possibility, wasn't it? The Hat stayed on your head for ages, Harry. I was afraid you would be sent home, and I would never see you again! I guess my infatuation started when you refused me. I had never been refused anything before you refused to be my friend. I guess, in a way, it was a good lesson for my. It deflated my ego a fair bit, I tell you now.

The first year I spent, watching you. The second, too. I saw through your Polyjuice disguise as Crabbe, too. They have stomachache relievers in their trunks! But I let you go, so you wouldn't get in trouble.

Fourth year was a bad year. I wanted you to win, I really did. But I had to support Diggory. My father made me Harry. And when you came back with the tale of Voldemort being reformed, I knew at once it was the truth. I had heard of the ritual, of course. All of the Death Eater children had. Vincent, Greg, Pans, me, Hell, even Blaise had heard of it, and his family was neutral! All Dumbledore had to do was ask one of us. He could have asked Snape. We would have used Veritaserum. We didn't want him back. Our parents, except my father, feared his return.

I joined the Inquisitional Squad for you, mad as it sounds. I thought it might garner your attention. It did, but not in a good light, of course. You never saw me in a good light.

Harry, I've never told anyone this. I was a spy for the Light. Snape and I. Only Sev and Dumbledore even knew. I'm telling you so you can trust me.

After the War, we became friends. I, of course felt more. But you married the Weaselette, and had three children. James, Albus, and Lily Luna. Lily Luna had Weaselette hair, but Albus had your eyes.

Then, you got a divorce. A much publicized divorce. I emphasized with you. Astoria and I had divorced 18 months before. I got Scorpius.

Now, Albus and Scorpius are good friends. We are good friends. All I ask is you give me a chance to be your lover. I am better, by far, for you than the Weaselette.

Yes, I am sneering when I write her name. She deserves to rot in Azkaban. But, I would like to know, if maybe you would like to start anew, at the Red Lion, 3 on Saturday?

Yours,

Draco Malfoy, Ex-Death Eater, Future Lover of the Savior

Harry stared at the letter. The words of affection like love and dear were crossed out. Harry felt a pang when he saw Draco felt the need to cross them out. He shouldn't've. Harry decided to compose a letter back.

AN: How was it? Good, bad, or indifferent?
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