Title: Sealed With a Kiss – Part 1

Author: Mikayla…etc.

Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry Potter and Co. I just own parts of the plot. Darn! I can't even claim the whole plot!

Summary: Draco's seventh year goes along smoothly until he starts to receive mysterious letters. Watch as the letters and one lovable redhead send Draco on an emotional roller-coaster ride.

Author's Notes: This story is based very loosely on a true story. Basically, only the mysterious letters are true. And this other part, but I don't want to give it away so I won't tell til the end. Have as much fun reading this as I had when I watched the real thing. Oh, btw, I liked the title so much; I'm using it for different couples. Maybe a trilogy. Anyway, all the parts will somehow relate to each other so don't miss them! I know I should probably be working on my other stories, but this idea was too tempting and was waiting to be written. So, here it is!

Sealed With a Kiss – Part 1 Chapter 1 – The First Letter

            A rare smile crossed Draco's face as he settled into his seat by the fireplace. Although the overstuffed armchair looked out of place in the Slytherin common room, Draco sat on it as if it was a throne. But then again, it wasn't such a big surprise; Draco did consider himself to be at the level of royalty. This particular day, however, no one seemed to be paying our Slytherin blonde any attention, save for the occasional glance and whispers that seemed to follow him around.

            But Draco paid them no mind. They were all unimportant. He couldn't be more self-satisfied at the moment and enjoyed reveling in the feeling alone. So far, his last year at Hogwarts had been smooth sailing, as the saying goes. A little bit of fun here, a little bit of trouble-making there and a lot of poking fun at Potter and his little group of friends. And he hadn't gotten into any trouble. Not that he didn't cause any, there was never any evidence or he had never been caught. Even Pansy, who had tried to stake a claim on him after the Yule Ball so many years ago, was beginning to drift away.

            Yes, life was going great for Draco. He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. Life couldn't get any better than this. Even after graduation, his path through life was already paved, and all he had to do was follow the trail. Well, being a Death-Eater might not be the best of jobs but hey, he was fighting for a good cause and as long as he followed Voldemort's orders, he'd be fine.

            "Draco?"

            A deep, low voice interrupted Draco's musings. Draco turned his head and met Goyle's gaze. Annoyance showed in his voice as he snapped at Goyle.

            "What is it?"

            Because of his large mass and although he wasn't stupid, Goyle could be a little slow; he just continued to gaze back at Draco, unaffected.

            It's time for dinner."

            Draco sighed. Trust Goyle to interrupt his thoughts for food of all things. The little party the Slytherins had, in honor of his magnificent save against Ravenclaw that afternoon, had filled him with enough chocolate, Butterbeer and Bertie's Bott's Beans for a month, at least. And how could Goyle possibly eat anymore? Draco had seen him shovel down so many sweets at the party, Draco had felt sick himself. But then, Goyle did seem to have a bottomless pit for a stomach.

            Draco slowly got out of his chair and sauntered towards the stone wall that hid away their common room in the dungeons. Even after entering the hallway, Draco continued his slow pace, Goyle following a step behind. Just because Goyle was eager for food, didn't give Draco reason enough to develop a cramp. Suddenly, a thought struck Draco. He stopped suddenly, causing Goyle to almost bump into him.

            "Where's Crabbe?"

            Goyle gave him a look that, by Draco's guess, was supposed to make him feel stupid. But because Goyle never had much chance to make that face, it didn't suit him at all. Goyle looked ridiculous.

            "He's still in the hospital wing because of the incident with Longbottom."

            Draco had forgotten that. About a week ago, Crabbe and Goyle had cornered Neville Longbottom and…well, the story should be obvious. But the ending had been different this time. That half-wit had somehow found that Gryffindor courage the Sorting Hat had known was there and hexed Crabbe beyond recognition. Goyle had been lucky enough to get away with just the Jelly Legs curse. Even the squib himself had been surprised that he had remembered all those spells. Although, he ended up with two weeks detention, Longbottom had gained a bit more confidence. Enough confidence to stop blowing up cauldrons in Potions, but not enough to stop messing them up. Draco was only glad that he had not been there. Maybe being detained by Pansy once in awhile wasn't that bad.

            Continuing his walk down the hall towards the Great Hall, Draco returned to his previous thoughts. What would it be like to serve Voldemort? And then, there was the word 'serve.' Did he really want to follow someone else's orders?

            When Draco entered the Great Hall, he noticed that there weren't many people left at the tables. He must have been pretty late for dinner. Another thing that caught his eye was a group of Gryffindor girls who kept glancing at him and then broke down in giggles.

            'I always knew Gryffindors had problems,' Draco thought, as he dismissed them from his mind. He sat down at his table but didn't really eat much; he was still too stuffed up from the party.

            Draco sighed and got up. "Where ya goin'?" asked Goyle, his mouth full with food. "Back to the dungeons," Draco replied and walked away. As he walked out, he could hear the giggles of the Gryffindor girls again. What was wrong with them?

            As he neared the common room, a group of Slytherin boys burst out the entrance, laughing like maniacs. When had Slytherin lost its dignity? Trying to slip past the group, Draco inched along against the wall. But Blaise Zabini (A.N: I'm assuming that this person is male, alright? I don't think it ever actually says…) caught him before he could go past the stone statue, guarding their entrance.

            "Draco," Blaise laughed, "You've got to read this letter you got. I found it on my bed."

            Blaise composed himself and held out a hand. Another Slytherin, whose name Draco could not remember, placed a piece of parchment into Blaise's outstretched hand. The others moved back as Blaise cleared his throat.

            "Ahem. Presenting, courtesy of the Zabini Theatre, a reading of a piece entitled 'Dearest Draco.' If the audience would just shut up for a minute, maybe they'd actually get to hear it," Blaise said, glaring at the group of laughing Slytherins. Draco just looked on, confused.

            "Without further ado… 'Dearest Draco, (A.N: I had to alter the real letter quite a bit to fit it into the story but it has the same effect, I think.) I thought this would be the best way to express my feelings for you. I don't think I would have the nerve to tell you face to face. In fact, although the truth hurts, you'd barely give me a passing thought. But the truth is, Draco Malfoy, you are one sexy wizard and every time I see you, I just want to wrap my arms around you, kissing you passionately," Blaise had to stop his reading, as he burst into laughter.

            Draco, on the other hand, was not so amused. Actually, he was just angry with himself. He fought against the heat that threatened to redden his cheeks. It was one thing to leave him love notes; it was quite a different matter to leave it on the wrong bed, causing him public humiliation.

            Blaise didn't seem to notice Draco's discomfort and after controlling his chuckles, he continued reading off the piece of parchment. "Every time the light catches in your hair, I'm tempted to run my fingers through it.  When you happen to look my way, my surroundings start to fade, and I don't seem to be in this world anymore. This is only a little part of what I feel. I don't think I could ever put my feelings into exact words. Give me a little hope, reply back to me. Leave your note in the third, from the left, gargoyle's mouth in third floor corridor. If you don't reply in three days, I'll understand and leave you alone. Sealed with a kiss…"

            Finally, the letter ended and Blaise collapsed onto the floor from the weakness that comes with laughing too much. Draco was still struggling against the heat trying to give his cheeks some colour. But even Draco knew that he was fighting a losing battle. He glanced around, hoping that no one would notice. Then suddenly, he realized something. The dungeon wall! It should be cold. As casually as possible, Draco leaned against the wall; the coolness seeped in through the back of his robes, chasing the heat away. Draco sighed with relief.

            By now, the others seemed to have finished with the joke and most of them had dispersed. Draco found it odd that Blaise was still standing there, but with a serious look on his face. He studied Draco's profile but remained quiet. Uncomfortable under Blaise's gaze, Draco snapped angrily, "What is it?"

            "I can help you find out who it is, you know," a smile appeared on Blaise's face, "In fact, I'll bet someone ten Galleons that it's Pansy."

            A voice behind Blaise rang out. "I bet 10 that it's Millicent," Goyle said.

            Draco let out a frustrated growl. "Whatever, I don't care. Just give me that," Draco said, grabbing the parchment from Blaise and storming into his dormitory. He stared at the letter accusingly and reached for his wand. He held up the letter, preparing to burn it but then something caught his eye. On the edge of the paper was something that was out of place. Draco refolded the letter; the parchment was not part of a scroll and was folded in three. And sealing the letter was some red wax with a picture of lips embossed in it.

            Sealed with a kiss…

Author's Note: Wow! I like this story a lot. It was fun to write and I have never written Draco so in character. I know Ginny isn't here yet but she will be in the next chapter, I can almost guarantee it! I think this fic will have about 6-8 chapters… Please leave a review!