Dear Draco,
Honestly, I have no idea why I'm even writing this. It's not like you are ever going to read these. 'Mione told me it was therapeutic or some nonsense. And, as usual, she wouldn't stop badgering me until I agreed to give it a try. So… here it goes.
Every day I see you in the halls, a weird feeling creeps up in my stomach. At first, I just thought it was because the last time I saw you I saved your life. And that makes me uncomfortable. But then you came up to me that first night in the dorms. I'll never forget it.
I was sitting in front of the fireplace, trying not to think about what had happened the last time I was at Hogwarts. I had long since sent Hermione and Ron up to bed. I didn't want to sit there while they stared at me with pity. They could use some alone time anyway. As I was sitting there, brooding, I heard you walk up to me and clear your throat. I was shocked to see you standing over me. And I was even more shocked to hear the words that came out of your mouth.
"Potter, er… Harry… can I talk to you for a minute?"
Unable to say anything, I just nodded and gestured to the armchair across from mine. I watched you run your hands through your ridiculously blonde hair, unable to tear my eyes away until you opened your mouth again.
"I just wanted to thank you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be alive. And you spoke up for my family when we didn't deserve it in the slightest. There is no way my parents would have escaped Azkaban if it weren't for your help. So… thank you, Harry."
I must have sat there in silence for at least two whole minutes before I regained my ability to speak. "Mal- Draco, you don't have to thank me. If anything, I should be thanking you. You saved my life when I was in your manor. I would have died there, and the war never would have ended. And your mother saved my life in the forest that night. She was brave enough to lie to Voldemort's face to save me. I will forever be indebted to her. Testifying was the absolute least I could do."
And then, the most amazing thing in the world happened. You actually smiled at me. And then you reached out your hand to me for the second time in my life, a look of determination on your face. "What do you say, Harry? Do you think we can manage to be friends?"
My eyes went from your face, to your hand, and then to your startling grey eyes. I only had to think about it for a second. I reached out and grasped your hand in mine, returning your smile. "Yes, Draco, I think we can."
Ever since that night, I have been irrevocably in love with you.
Until next time,
Harry James Potter