Shahrzad/iFlat: Heylo! Welcome to chapter 2 of Yours, in this chapter Harry is bipolar, Draco is pampered, and they bond a bit! We really didn't plan actually to have these letters like a month apart each chapter, but I guess it works out like that and that's pretty nice, you know... so yes, read on and enjoy. We do love reviews. :)
Gina/iSharp: This has to be the quickest I've ever updated anything. Probably because I'm hyper and keep bugging Shahrzy to write. I do hope you enjoy this, but how would we know without reviews? Mmm? Glad you got the hint. Draco is da bomb. That is all.
Shahrzad/iFlat: ALSO! We're trying to keep very close to canon and using sources (such as the HP Lexicon!) to keep dates in check and such. I think it adds a bit of charm, because we can pretend that it er, really happened. WHICH OF COURSE IT DID BECAUSE HARRY LOVES DRACO END OF STORY. D: Yes, anyway, enjoy!
November 21st
Malfoy,
I almost didn't send this letter. I still don't know what's compelling me to write it, but I am. I know you know who I am. I know you provoked me on purpose. I know you know I'm banned from Quidditch now. Are you happy?
You're a cunt and I don't know why I'm writing this but I am. There's no rose with this one – you don't deserve one. Oh man, I wish I punched you harder. You insulted the Weasleys and you insulted my mum. You're a sore loser and I don't know why I like you.
Though I am slightly sorry about the jinx I put on this parchment and your eyebrows will grow back tomorrow, I promise. I didn't do anything stronger because I want you to reply still and I don't want to attract attention. I deserve an apology.
Yours,
HP
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November 26th
Dear Potter,
Your dick should go back to its regular size by the end of this week. Unless, of course, that is your regular cock size, in which case I have to say I feel sorry for you. Never jinx me, and I'll never have to hex you back.
I am a Slytherin and I am a sore loser. I will never admit the latter out loud, and if you show this to anybody I will be forced to kill you. You like me because of the way I talk, how I look, my elegance and how clever I am. I am not sorry I insulted you or the Weasleys, and I won't pretend otherwise.
I'm not sorry about the hex on this parchment either. And before you ask, "H" can't reverse it. I didn't do anything that would cause as much attention as a sudden lack of eyebrows because I'm a lovely person. Then again, I don't know what your cleaning habits are, and perhaps Weasel will notice the sudden shrinkage.
At least, I hope there's shrinkage. I don't need to inflate your ego, I'm sure, but you don't seem to be a two point four inch sort of specimen. The lily I've attached to this doesn't mean anything either. It isn't an apology because I know your mother's name was Lily, and it isn't an apology for insulting her and having to see the hurt in your eyes. It is just a flower. Nothing more. Don't read into it Potter, or I shall hex you even worse next time.
Yours Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy.
P.S: You owe me two roses now.
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December 1st
Malfoy,
Thanks to you I've had to avoid showering with others. At least I know the password to the Prefect's bathroom, and no, Ron and Hermione did not tell me so do not get them in trouble. Anyway, I'm not giving you another rose until you deserve it again. Giving me a cock shrinking hex isn't really deserving of one. My pants have felt weird all week.
I'm still mad at you; I want you to know that. Though, it's been a month now so I guess it's settled into "vaguely annoyed." You got me banned from Quidditch, now what am I supposed to do? All I have to look forward to is well, nothing. I guess there's the letters from you, but if every time I open the letters I have to be wary of my cock disappearing, then I might not open these letters anymore.
Thank you for the lily, I guess. It's very nice. I won't look into it more than need be. I have it next to my bed, just so you know. Seamus called me queer but then I asked him about Terry Boot and he got all red and told me he had homework to do and left. It was 7:30 in the morning. Hermione also asked me about the flower when she came into our dorm and saw it. I had to lie and said I got it from a secret admirer. Now she's trying to figure out who it is. All your fault.
I'm also surprised you responded to me even though you know my identity. Are you trying to blackmail me or some other underhanded scheme? I'll have you know, I'm not giving away anything other than my preference for you in these letters. Also the mundane going-ons of my life. I've noticed you've refrained from telling me about yourself though. I might be mad at you, but I'm interested.
Yours
HP
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December 9th
Dear Potter,
You shower with others? How vile, I lock everybody out of the bathrooms when I use them, or go to the Prefects bathroom. I'm sure you found out the password on your own. And I definitely deserve a rose.
You are definitely a queer, Potter, Finnegan is right. I knew about him and Boot as well, they meet each other every Wednesday in the broom closet in the Entrance Hall during the evening. I am glad you enjoy the flower though, yet you shan't get another until you "deserve it". This, of course, means until I get a bouquet of roses off of you.
Now for several facts about myself, which I'm sure you'll enjoy.
- I have three sugars and only a dash of cream in my tea; I absolutely abhor milk.
- I bring my own pillows and bedding to school with me, definitely a more expensive lot with a much better thread count.
- I have a freckle just below my arse on my left thigh and I hate it.
- Roses are my favourite flowers.
- My bedroom in the Manor is not green and silver, but a light blue with light, pine furniture.
Now stop being nosy, Potter, and send me some more flowers.
Yours Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy.
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December 16th
Draco,
I would never want to be your dorm mate then. Showers are for everyone, it's unfair. Whatever though, I don't live with you, thank Merlin. I'm kinda wondering though how you know where Seamus and Terry meet, that's kind of creepy. But, you're a prefect, so I guess that's why. Now I'm wondering if Ron and Hermione know.
Do you think Ron and Hermione would hate me if they knew I like you? Ron might. I do my best to make sure nobody knows I'm sending these letters. Not that I'm ashamed of you… well, maybe I am, a little bit. Not so much ashamed, as embarrassed. You are a Slytherin, you know. Then again, it's not like we're even dating. Just sending letters. That's all. Doesn't make me a bad person, right?
My new favorite part about you is that freckle. I am not ashamed to admit that I had a dream, a particularly enjoyable dream, about it. I'm sick, aren't I? I wanna lick it. Your bedroom sounds nice. Mine is pretty messy, just a bed and a desk with usually old Daily Prophets spread around the floor, Hedwig (my owl)'s cage, and my school trunk open and overflowing. I don't stay there long usually, sometimes I go to the Burrow (that's the Weasley's house, just so you know), or sometimes the Leaky Cauldron. Most of the time I'm just waiting for school to start again.
I can't believe you bring your own bedding to school, is it comfortable? The sheets here at school are actually nicer than the ones I have at home. Ron usually brings a colorful quilt from home to school; I've not seen him without it since we started here. I also never paid attention to how my tea was. Yours sounds good, I just take mine how I receive it. It's usually tasty.
Yours,
HP
P.S. – Christmas holiday starts Friday, what are you doing for yours?
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December 21st
Dear Harry,
Glad to know you don't want to live with me. I know about Finnegan and Boot because they asked me to join them, partially because they wanted a member from each House in that broom closet. Mostly they asked because I am so damn good looking.
I did notice that I'm a Slytherin, just once or twice. If Granger and Weasel hate you because of me they can go fuck themselves. Though, as you obviously pointed out, we are not actually dating. Just writing letters.
Our House Elf keeps my bedroom immaculate, although I have a small trunk beneath my bed that nobody is allowed to touch. Unless they want a rather spectacular jinx set upon them. Staying at the Weasel hovel or the Leaky Cauldron must be disgusting, then again, must be better than staying with Muggles.
It is much more comfortable than the bedding that the school supplies. All white, not a colourful, itchy, patchwork like Weasel's is presumably. I change my bedding yearly, however, and move through shades of white, such as eggshell. My bedding is a lovely snow-white colour at the moment.
How can you not have a preference with tea, Potter? That's ridiculous. I'll simply have to show you the difference between a lovely Earl Grey and Madam Puddifoot's swill.
Now for the important part; why did you miss the last two days of school? I noticed your absence, it was fairly prominent, and the school was buzzing about it. "Oh, alack, whatever shall we do without our hero to worship?" sort of thing. Let me know.
I'm going to the Manor (my home) for the holidays. May make a brief visit to Paris to see relatives, the plans seem unclear at the moment. My mother enjoys seeing the rest of our family, however, so I must presume we will do at least a little travelling.
Yours Sincerely,
Draco.
