Your daddy's so rich, and your momma's real good lookin'.
So hush, little baby, don't you cry.
Summertime, Ella Fitzgerald
Draco kissed his mother on the cheek and left her and his father in the parlor together. Potter had finally responded to his owl. Draco rushed up to his suite, closed the door, and leaned against it. He slit open the letter eagerly.
Malfoy,
Harry doesn't want to talk to you.
Ginny Weasley (his girlfriend)
Draco slid down to the floor and stared at the words on the parchment. Emotions rushed through him, despair, anger, annoyance...
But instead, he smiled. His letter had been harmless. It hinted at nothing.
Which meant Weasley was worried.
Which meant… he had a chance.