Chapter Twelve
March 26
Harry-
I miss you. I can't believe we haven't seen each other in almost a month. But let's forget about that for now. What have you been up to, love? Things are okay with me. I got the job at the Ministry. It makes me a little nervous, working so close to...well, her. She's a bit daunting, isn't she? My only consolation is that she works underneath me. Small favor that.
Well, I should go. I miss you.
Love Pansy.
March 27
Pansy.
I found this letter in Potter's mail box. We need to talk.
Draco.
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What follows is a conversation transcribed by Draco's quick notes quill.
"Pansy, have a seat."
"What's this all about? You drag me down here for...what?"
"Care to explain why you were sending a letter to Harry Potter?"
"Why are you looking through mail?"
"I'm the chief Minister in charge of defense. I have a right to look at anyone's mail if I think it needs looking at."
"That doesn't give you the cunting right to.."
"I also know that Ginny Weasley, one of the star employees here, would be quite...devastated if she found out. I think I have every damn right in the bleeding book."
"...You're an ass."
"And you're fornicating with Potter."
"..."
"Not even going to deny it?"
"Fuck you, Draco."
"Get over yourself. Tell Weasley."
"Why the fuck should I do that?"
"Tell her. Or I will."
"Go to hell."
"See you there, you adulterous little bitch."
(A/N: Who is in love with Draco right now? Be honest girls.