Draco ascended the elegantly curved white marble staircase, passing the chandelier, up to the third floor corridor. He pushed open his bedroom door and threw the dress robes and his coat on the king size canopy bed, crossing the spacious room in a few strides.

The wood paneled walls, floors, and emerald green drapes gave the place a dark, forest-like ambience. The only source of light was the huge window, spilling a chilly glow over the green bedspread. Draco lit the ornate golden lamps with a flick of his wand and glanced down at his desk beside the window. A small, lilac-hued envelope was obstructing the glossy finish of the wood. Draco's eyes narrowed. He took the letter and leaned against the window, examining the elaborate cursive. "Mr. Draco Malfoy, Malfoy Manor, The Top Left Bedroom."

He opened the letter with the point of his wand and unfolded the soft, purple parchment. As he did so, a tiny cloud of shimmering pink dust burst from the script and drifted upwards. Draco blinked. He couldn't make out the words, everything….had become….fuzzy…a warm, sweet scent like…whipped cream and…lavender oil enveloped him, hugging him gently…

Draco sneezed, shaking his head. He smoothed the letter between his fingers.

"My Dearest Draco,

Even though its only been a few hours, I already miss you more than I can say. Last night was wonderful, I'm sorry I couldn't have stayed longer, but I must start packing for Hogwarts (damn school always seems to interrupt us, eh?). I hope that you are feeling better about your father. I know this must be very hard for you. I want you to know that I am here to talk about anything, sweet. Send me an owl anytime you need. I look forward to seeing you next week. Will meet you on the train.

Au Revoir Mon Amour,

Pansy"