Hi! For all you wondering, I don't go to Hogwarts. I'm just visiting to get the letters. My stakeout paid off! Good thing it did, too. It took me hours to get the dried owl shit out of my hair. At about 3:00 in the morning Harry came in with a letter. Here it is.

I hate to disappoint you, but you have lied to me. Remember the wizard's duel in our first year? You didn't show up for that. And you told me you would. That's classified as lying.

Harry

Poor Dracy-poo! The love of his life is playing hard-to-get! I know how bad that feels.about five hours later, Draco's owl came to me and gave me his response (It just comes to me with all the letters Draco sends. I think it's because it likes the lint in my pocket. I have no idea why. It's sorta stupid). Here it is.

Dear Harry,

I tried to show up for that. Honestly! Filch caught me while I was on my way. he gave me detention with Professor Trelawney, who had me scrubbing crystal balls in that stuffy room of hers for 6 hours straight! AND WHAT DID I FIND OUT? I'm still wondering what you meant by that.

Draco

4:30: waiting.waiting.bored.bored.is that?.YES!!!! IT IS!!!! HEDWIG!!!!!.running.calling "Hedwig!!! Hedwig!!!".more running.more calling.running.calling.stopping, resting.panting.Hedwig flying over, Yay!!!."Hi, Hedwig!!! Can I see that letter? Thanks!!!".

Dear Hagrid.

Damn.

5:00: Ok, finally got the right letter.here it is.

Yeah, right. And I'm a trout. Then how do you explain Filch coming to get me 5 minutes after I got to the place? And if you didn't find out anything after all, then I'm going to keep it that way.

Harry

There weren't any more letters sent that day. Unless you count 2:00 in the morning the same day (yes, I was staking out in the owlry again). Here's Draco's reply:

Dear Harry

I bet that Filch just figured that if one student's out of bed, then there might be more. I swear on a stack of bibles that I was going to show up. And another thing, you haven't exactly commented on my first letter, other then that it was a big fat lie. Again, I swear on a stack of bibles that it wasn't. I want to know: exactly how do you feel about me? You don't have to tell me. If you hate me, and want me out of you life forever, then don't reply to this letter. If you don't hate me, or maybe even LIKE me, then meet me at the astronomy tower at 10:00 on Friday. WILL YOU BE THERE?

Draco

I wonder what's gonna happen? By the looks of it, Harry wants poor Draco out of his life, 'cause right now it's 10:00 p.m., on Thursday. The letter above was sent on Tuesday, and there has been no reply yet. Oh well, I'm not going to give up hope for my poor little Dracy-poo. But right now, I'm too tired to keep writing, so I'm gonna have to end this chapter here.

Cya!!!