A/N: I am thrilled to be publishing my first work on fanfiction! This is a collaborative work with NothingButButterbeer, so be sure to check out their stories as well. Reviews are loved!
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June 27, 1998
Dearest,
My seventh year at Hogwarts has officially ended. So far, my summer has been utterly dreadful. And by dreadful I mean a positively, pain-stakingly, horrifyingly, a colossal wand up my sexy arse. And what's more is my father won't hear about this because I have moved into our private penthouse a good way from the Malfoy Manor. It has a view of a rather downtrodden muggle village, which consists of a pub, a grocery store, a plaza, and many small cottages. I have invited a few of my dear cronies for a graduation party- which merely means a gathering where we will drink our entire body's weights in firewhiskey and get completely and utterly drunk. Then we will drunkenly say (or rather slur) a few words about our deceased friends (whom I hope have made it to a better world), and we shall then pass out on the plaza. Okay, maybe I am getting a bit carried away, but a lad can hope…
Until the next time,
Draco Lucius Malfoy
My dear,
Preparations for the party are… well- a disaster. The licorice snaps I ordered have eaten my bedsheets, the pixies have flown away (not before devouring all the food I bought...) and Goyle gained ten pounds in addition to his 400 (that lazy fat wannabe- and he wonders why he never got the girls, the dunce...). This means I have to resort to getting muggle food. Filth. There is a grocery store outside my home, which I should probably go into to get more food. How low must I stoop to satisfy these darling comrades of mine (some friends).Oh the great heights I go for these idiots…
An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Stay safe love, stay safe.
Draco L. Malfoy
