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A/N this Fan Fiction was written by both me (Alawickma) and Fairymargarita (who is in my favorite authors section) so have fun reading, and we're warning you ahead of time; you're in for one sick and twisted read!
August 12
Dearest Professor,
It has been too long, I know you told me not to write but Sir, I cannot help myself. I can't wait to be in your dusty classroom dungeon again, to feel your hand on my shoulder as you look over my perfect potion. I miss running my fingers through your long black hair, leaving a grossly sweet grease in my hand.
My father says you were on of the brightest and most cunning of people he's ever met, next to the Dark Lord. I have to say I disagree, you are much sexier than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, you have a better body and you don't smell like a moldy bacon cheeseburger.
How are things with you Professor? Have you been enjoying your summer? I certainly have been disgusted with mine. Father still thinks I need to find a rich girl to be my wife. He doesn't know about me or us for that matter and I won't dare say a word until you tell me to do so.
I sure hope my letter is not embarrassing you, but I had to tell you my feelings and how I was doing, for I'm sure you have been wondering for many days. I hope you reply to me soon, Professor.
Yours Always,
Draco Houseman Malfoy
