Author's note: Okay -sweat drop- this is my first fanfic so it probably sucks. Constructive critisism is welcomed and all flames will be used to light the candles on myDraco/Harry shrine. This is an experimental first chapter, tell me if you like it or not.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters!
A love note- Malfoy style!
A/N: things in italics are Harry's thoughts, things in bold are the note. Sorry for interrupting -slinks back into corner-
Harry was sitting in Potions class daydreaming about Quidditch when he was suddenly hit in the head with a wad of paper. Harry looked around the class to see who had thrown the offending object. His eyes immediately locked onto Draco Malfoy who was smirking at Harry. He looks so sexy...I mean, er, stupid! That's right, he looks so stupid when he smirks! Harry glared at the smirking blonde, picked up the paper ball and turned around. That's odd, we don't have a game against each other this week. He was used to Malfoy's little notes coming the week before a Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game. The notes would detail pictures of different ways for Harry to get hurt or die. I wonder which one it'll be this time? Harry rolled his eyes and began to uncrumple the note.
To his surprise the note uncrumpled itself and turned into a mini-Malfoy that was about 3 inches tall. Mini-Malfoy dusted himself off and glared up at Harry. Just so you know Potter, this note has been jinxed so that if you tell anyone what it says without my permission you will turn green. Mini-Malfoy was speaking in a normal tone of voice but in the silent dungeons his voice seemed amplified. Harry winced and looked at Snape who surely heard all the commotion. Snape was busy muttering to himself while grading essays, he hadn't heard a word. In fact, it appeared that only he could hear the tiny slytherin. Said slytherin was at the moment tapping his foot impatiently with his hands on his hips. Now that I have your attention, I've sent this note in hopes of a fresh start. I think we should be friends, even though it's your fault we aren't friends now anyway. My fault? I tried to make conversation and later I tried to be nice even after you insulted me. Mini-Malfoy sat down on the upturned palm of Harry's hand and was quiet for a second. Do you remember our second year when you got a singing valentine? Of course, how could I forget. That dwarf sat on my ankles and sang to me in the middle of the hallway.
His eyes are as green as fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
Well, mini-Malfoy faintly blushed, I sent it to you. What! I thought Ginny sent it to me. I know you thoughtthat Weasley girl sent it to you just because I shouted that she had, but I was really the one who sent it. What I'm trying to say, Potter, is that I like you. I know I have things to explain and if you want to hear them meet me tonight in the Great Hall at 11 o'clock. Mini-Malfoy stood up and with a wave of his cloak disintigrated.
Harry looked back at Malfoy who had fallen asleep sitting up and whose head was bobbing gently with his breaths. Harry wrote his own note, folded it into a paper airplane, and took pleasure in throwing it at the sleeping blonde's head. Malfoy woke up to see a rather oddly shaped piece of paper in his lap. He attempted to unfold it without ripping it and 5 minutes and one repair spell later he had the note open. It said simply, "Okay".