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Tittle: Passing Notes
Author: Me, duh.
Dedicated to: Lakka (I love you, deal.), Hannah (Cause she's hella cool, and puts up with me..and even lets me be Harry sometimes, and Jori (Because she can write about Draco with purple hair an almost cannon fashion...yeah Tk!) You guys kick major small bunnies!!

These characters are not mine. Thank you.
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D.M.~

Do you think of me?
Do you lie in bed at night, curtains tightly shut, teeth clenched just as tightly?
While your hands slowly wander down your thighs, are you thinking of me?
Are you hurting me in your head as you pleasure yourself?
Do you close your eyes and see my face?
Do you want me?
Will you muffle my name in a pillow when you come?
Does it hurt?
Do your hands come away sticky with mingled blood and seamen?
Or are those your tears that stain the covers red?

Hurt me.
Fuck me.
Hate me.
Leave me.
Love me.

In that order.

~H.P.



The note was slipped inside a potions text book.
It was found years later,the words blurred with tears and age,
the parchment wrinkled from re-reading.

He was a Gryffindor 6th year, in Hogwarts, a History, his time under the sorting hat would be recorded as record breaking. Raziel was the first Malfoy to ever be sorted in to Gryffindor.
When the letter reached his father, informing him of Raziel's placement, Draco Malfoy had repsonded by breaking down in to quiet sobs, and shooing the house elves from his private study. He wanted to be alone. The letter from his son had continued to tell him that Raziel had met a boy on the Hogwarts Express named James, and that James had been sorted into Slytherin. Draco Malfoy had read that line at least sixteen times, when he suddenly laughed and decided he needed a drink.

James Potter's time under the sorting hat was the second longest in the history of Hogwarts, but this would not be mentioned in any history books.

James and Raziel were the ones who found the note, they had read it together, after both reached for the same book, and then decided to share. Both boys knew who had written it, and who it was written to. Neither boy told the other. They never talked about it, and one day the note simply dissapeared from the text book they had left it in.

Raziel was the one who had taken it and mailed it to his father, but only after James could write it down and mail a copy to his own Dad. Afterward, they both felt like they had done the world a favor.


End...this was my first peice of HP fic. Yeah, I suck.