Author's note: A collection of Drarry drabbles/scenes/stories/one-shots that I wrote at different times, inspired by different songs. Not really songfics, but there you have it. I don't own Harry Potter, or Draco Malfoy, or the idea of love, I'm afraid. :P Enjoy - read and review!

Title: Letters From Home
Inspiration: Come Home - OneRepublic
Summary: What is Hogwarts like without Harry Potter, the Chosen One?

Draco stared out into the green fire, an eerie aura surrounding him. The light cast funny shadows over his face, already sharper and more harrowed than usual. Luckily, Crabbe and Goyle were far too dense to work out what emotions were playing out on his face - or behind it, rather - and so they left him alone to brood.

Brooding was what he did best nowadays, questioning himself and everyone around him - and never reaching any answers. It was rather frustrating.

He knew he should be having the time of his life at Hogwarts, finally - now it wasn't just one teacher who loved him; it was all of them. Except for the occasional McGonagall or Flitwick, of course.

Then again, Snape didn't seem overly thrilled with him, either. Which was strange. But not irritating enough to make him so ridiculously - depressed. That's what he was. Depressed. Dejected. Alone.

Alone? How can I be alone? The whole bloody school is full of fellow Death Eaters and friends - and we're in power now - how am I alone? I'm actually less alone than ever.

Lonely.

Lonely? That doesn't make sense either. Why on earth would I be wanting company? Everyone who I would ever want to be with me is here - right?

Still, something was different about this year - besides the change in hands of power.

"Life's so much better now without those Weasel-Pottyhead-mudblood brats in every class, isn't it Draco?" Pansy simpered.

Blast it. Potter. It's him. After six years of torturing and irritating and foiling his nemesis at every chance he got - he missed him.

"Draco?" she asked, somewhat annoyed at his lack of response.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, Pansy."

Satisfied, she began to snog him - kissing my bloody girlfriend should not feel this wrong, he exclaimed wordlessly. And when she pulled herself on top of him, female - er - assets pushing down - it was too much.

"I've got - er - Dark Arts homework. I'll be off, Pansy."

"So soon?" she pouted, but it was lost as he left the common room far behind.

Drawing the curtains around his bed, he began to try and sort out his head - and his heart?

For starters, Pansy just felt - well, wrong. Hell, he was more attracted to Blaise than to her.

Then again, he countered, he'd always been more attracted to Blaise than any woman- oh. Oh. Things fell into place.

Right - we've cleared that up, then? He was slightly frustrated with himself for taking so long to sort things out. Not things - yourself. Your own bloody head - if you don't know it, who will? Now - as for Potter-

Vivid green eyes flashed into his head, and something burned in the pit of his stomach. He groaned. Maybe sorting things out wasn't such a good idea?

oOo

[A few weeks later]

Blaise watched from a staircase window as Draco slowly entered the empty courtyard. He'd been acting funny lately, avoiding the boys' showers after Quidditch, waiting until everyone was fully clothed before entering the dorm - keeping to himself - brooding, moping.

It was evident that he was unhappy. Perhaps he'd - written stuff out? A thought occurred to Blaise, and he raced back down to the dungeons, to the Slytherin common room, under the lake.

"Accio Draco's diary," he whispered, waving his wand. He was not disappointed. A little black book embossed with silver lettering came shooting out from underneath the bed. Opening it, he began to read...

Dear You,

I know you'll never read this - but I can hope, can't I? Hope is all I have left anymore. Hope that I'll lose this war - that you'll survive - that things will go back to some semblance of normalcy. What is normal, though? For us, just the calm in between storms, isn't it? And we've always been on opposite sides of the storm - always will be.

No, no, no. Just - just come back. And we'll sort everything out. I'll make it work. I'll risk everything I have to make it work. For your sake.
I'm so utterly confused. You're not here to call me a right foul git - or to roll your eyes when I fake pain - or to eavesdrop on my conversations, just so I can stomp on your nose. Did I break it? I'm so sorry.

About the dementors, too. There's so much that I've just screwed up - but can't you see it's because I cared so bloody much? Can't you see how much I - no, you can't. I'll just have to tell you - show you. But you're not here for that, either.

I don't know anymore. My world's gone so upside down without you here. It's terrible.

Love always,

D

He flipped the page. There were more. Intriguing.

Dear You,

It's me again, writing letters you'll never see - or care about. Do you care? I'm inclined to think you do, oh Chosen One with limitless compassion. I want to believe you have some last vestige of something kind for me - just not pity. Dear god, I hope not pity.

Anyway - I know you're trying to defeat the Dark Lord out there, in the open - but have you ever thought that maybe coming back here is the right thing to do? That maybe you'd find more ammunition for your fight here, more vulnerabilities? He's like me, you know. Hogwarts is our home. I know I put up this front of my parents and my father and my house - but really, I've begun to doubt all that. And anyway - at home, I'm an annoyance, a pest. Here, I was something more - Slytherin Prince, Malfoy heir. I built up a little kingdom here, and it had one main purpose - to bring you down. I'll give it all up - just come back to me. Come home, will you?

I could help you here, with what I know.

Love always,

D

Dear You,

Stop. Just stop. You don't belong - wherever it is you are. I'm sick of justifying things to myself - that you have to do this - that you're going to come back soon - that it'll all be over. It's not that simple, is it? I want so badly to believe that all the hatred - all the violence - will just kind of dissipate. Not likely, is it? I'm just - dreaming to myself. And to you. Do you do that? I'm sure you do. You're a dreamer, I know it.

Come home, please. I know there's a huge divide between us - an invisible wall of separation - but all I've ever known - is you. Granted, I've spent the last six years attempting to make your life hell, I know - but still. Teach me - teach me how to care for people, how to not be the young, heartless, Death Eater initiate that I've become. I want to be something - someone more than just what the Dark Lord tells me I should be. In his mind, I'm worthless. I need someone - and not just anyone, no - to prove that I'm worthwhile. Please - come, help me become what I'm truly meant to be - come home.

Love always,

D

Dear You,

It's not even about your safety anymore. It's about me (that's how my life runs, you know). I can't do this anymore. I can't pull it off. You're everything I'm not - brave, true, loving, caring, strong. I just can't do this without you by my side. You're everything I ought to have been - and so much more.

Just bloody come home. I can't take Hogwarts without you in it for much longer.

Love always,

D

Dear You,

I've reached a decision. Actually - who am I kidding? - they reached it for me (what else is new?). I'm leaving this wretched place. Merlin knows I hope I'm leaving all the pain behind, too. I just wish - no, there's no point wishing. Even when everything ends, even if you live - it'll never be the same. I need to stop writing to you. I need to - move on. Hopefully I'll never see you again - that would be too much to ask of me, really. If all goes well, I'll die in this blasted war, just another sacrifice to the cause I gave so much to.

You have no idea how much I hate myself - and how much I love you.

Love always, always, always,

D