Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter except what I buy at the store. Think I can buy Draco there?
Year Two
Dear H.,
I know I should be asleep but I can't stop thinking about you. It makes no since. I don't know why but I can't help it. I am going to get my new books in the morning. Maybe I will see you there. I have thought about you quite often this summer, but I haven't wanted to write to you. I didn't want my parents to catch me. They are busy in their room right now. Anyways, if my father was to catch me I know he would beat me. I know he wouldn't approve. He's already told me that I am jealous of you because you got better marks than me. Maybe he is right, maybe I am a bit jealous.*yawn* All right it is time for me to hit the pillow.
Night,
D
Dear H.,
What were they thinking? Fighting like that. In public no less. I have never seen my father act like that. And here he was telling me "it is not prudent to appear less than fond of Harry Potter". His words not mine. So those were your parents, huh? I wonder if you have talked to them about me. Can you believe it though? Lockhart is our new teacher. Seriously, come on. Give me a break. I can't believe that you are still talking to them, and still ignoring me, while your at it. Well I will see you on the train.
Night,
D
Dear H.,
I noticed your friends weren't with you on the train. Why was that?Did they chicken out or something? Well, if so then are you going to start noticing me? Or are you going to continue to ignore me? What were you- Shit that was close. Crabbe and Goyle found me. I've got to go. T.T.F.N.
D.
Dear H.,
I saw you again today. Only this time you were reading on of Lockhart's books. When do you take a break, seriously. I mean it is only the first week back. But I wonder how your class went. Uh oh! I've got to go-Crabbe. and Goyle.
Night,
D.
Dear H.,
I guess I finally got your attention. Who knew that me getting on the quidditch team would get you to say something. And you should have seen your face when I called you a filthy little mudblood. If I had known that that would get your attention, I would have said it ages ago. At least I now know how to get you to talk to me. Well, I have had a long day. So I am off to bed..
Night,
D.
Dear H.,
I saw you again tonight. I was kinda surprised. I wonder who wrote that on the wall. "enemy of the heir beware." It doesn't make since, who is the heir? I asked my dad about it but he just said that I should keep my nose clean and let the heir do what he wants. I know what I said that you would be next mudbloods but seriously who is he and what does he really want? Does he really want to kill just the mudbloods and halfbloods? I think so, but why now? Why does it have to be now? Oh well, I think I am going to go to bed now.
Night,
D.
Dear H.,
I can't believe I didn't see the snitch. I was told that it was right above my head. But what Potter was doing was way too funny to ignore. I wonder who caused the bludger to attack him like that, but it was hilarious. I think it was worth the scolding I got. Anyways I'm off to bed.
Night,
D.
Dear H.,
I know its been a few days but there hasn't been much going on. I wonder when Potter learned to speak Parseltongue. Only the dark lord and Slytherin himself can do it. I'm sorry that you got put into a head lock. I don't know why she did that. Oh my God! I sound like a love sick puppy. I shouldn't be sorry, I should be happy. Your just a filthy little mudblood. I don't know what is going on in my head but I really should stop. I think I need to stop writing to you.
Good bye,
D.
Dear H.,
I had a nice conversation with Crabbe and Goyle. I told them that the last time the chamber was open that a mudblood died. I also told them that I hoped it was Granger this time. Which would make my life so much easier. I wouldn't be sitting here writing letters to you. I have tried not to but I can't help it. Why? It doesn't make since! Why? Why? Why you?Why? Arrrrrgh! I don't get it! Just leave me alone!
Bye,
D.
Dear H.,
I forgot to tell you Happy Christmas. So Happy Christmas, H. have a good evening.
Night,
D.
Dear H.,
Oh my god! I cant believe it. I never would have thought that you would be attacked. I know what I said but it is all a facade. I don't really feel the way I act, but I have to keep face so to speak. I thought about going to see you, you wouldn't even know if I did. Well since you are petrified and all. Besides, your best friends Potter and Weasel wouldn't understand nor let me get close enough to even see you. Well goodnight.
D.
Dear H.,
I see that you are better. It makes me dare-I-say...happy? It makes me sick to realize how happy I am. The feast was good and for some reason I can't bring myself to care that we lost the house cup again this year. Oddly enough I am going to miss you to much to care. Yuck! I really do make myself sick. What kind of sick, twisted thoughts is my brain coming up with? I wonder what you will be doing this summer. At least I get to see you on the train on the way back to London. I know this summer is going to be agonizing for me. You see, Dad lost his main job. Not that I am really worried about the money, but he will be kinda testy, And seeing we have lost one of our house elves he will be really testy. Anyways, I wonder who will be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year. What classes did you add for next year? I wonder if I will be in any of them. I really shouldn't be thinking along these lines but there we are. I have to make sure none of these letters are found. My father would go nuts. Probably even kill me or worse...you. "Purebloods don't associate with mudbloods." That's what he told me anyways. I wonder why he hates them so much. Anyways, I have to go. I've got to pack.
See you soon,
D.