Disclaimer: I own nothing. Okay maybe the fact that some Ravenclaw students can play music. And the date I just made up to give Snape a birthday. And the plot. I think that's all I got.

Cofi: Thank you for everyone namely to: Rosie, roary14, Pikton and Luty Snape for the reviews.

In this chapter it might sound like there's a (Harry/Draco) slash but it's only some teasing so don't have to worry. I didn't planned any slash in this story. Just everybody works together for something unusually nice thing to do. So..... Let's get right into it!!!

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-Love letter!? Just joking . . .-

Luckily Madam Pomfrey let me out the next day so I didn't missed much. I really had enough of her already. Must thank the quiddich team for begging that much to her, to let me leave the hospital wing.

I heard Hermione was learning all night. That girl needs a break. She's gonna get wrinkles at the age of twenty if she goes on like that. *sighs* At least I had some time to think over all the things we should prepare in the next three weeks. A busy three weeks it's going to be.

Breakfast...

Some food at last, I thought I gonna die in hunger. I settled to my place at the Slytherin table.

Nothing unusual happened. We were talking about the everyday stuff we always do like: Quiddich, some fights, some how much I hate this or that person... girls, sometimes even lesson and studies. But the last to topic just came in the last year.

A shit of paper came from the right passing by the students. Vincent started playing stupid, of course, as soon as he got his hands on the letter!

„Hey look a letter! It has your name on it Draco." I looked at him oddly. Than why don't you give it to me you idiot? „It's on pink paper! It must be from a girl... " WHAT?? The little note was really pink.

„Give it here!!!" I said to him.

„I'm sure it's written with purple ink and there's a heart on every 'i' !!" he said loudly. The Slytherin table started listening.

„Just GIVE ME THAT DAMN PAPER!!!" I was getting angry. I stood up to get the paper out of his hands, but Goyle and Crabbe got me down so I couldn't reach it. I hate when they do that. Everyone is against me this week.

„Shall we see what it says?" He shouted loudly to everyone.

„Yeah!" Everybody cheered. Oh, no! Even the teachers were listening!!

(A/N: I'm evil with poor Draco, aren't I?)

„NOOO! Don't you dare!!!" But he opened it already. He was grinning. Oh no.

„It IS a love-letter and it IS written in purple! Ha-ha-ha!!" He's dead meat, just lemme get my hands on him! Than he started reading:

„'Dear my beloved Draco, I'm sure you don't know me but I do know you!

I see you everyday, every morning and every evening.

You always look at your best. Like a diamond which shines but you never know what was it made off. Your golden blond hair is blown by the wind when you play Quiddich, which sadly only happens when you forget to put some extra hair-gel on it.

You look magnificent on your broom. I wish I were your broom: Between your legs.

The green robes fits you really. Like when you pour sorrel cream on your omelet at breakfast.

Your eyes... oh I love them so, they remind me the time when I took a little trip to the forbidden forest and almost got eaten by a group of wolfs. It was just like your creepy lovely eyes.

Your smile is my favorite! I hardly see it but, every time you smile, I feel my heart melts like cherry ice cream in a microwave. You should wash your teeth more often, by the way.

Your hands, your touch. We can see you never really did any true physical job because your hand are clean and pure. Your touch is a bit rough. Like when you get kicked by a giraffe.

Your voice is like when Mrs. Norris is being tortured. Music to my ears.

Your gaze. Well you still need to practice to make it killer like Snape's gaze but your getting to it.

I wish you could look at me and smile at me as true friends and lovers do but the houses are not the same. We're forbidden to each other, you know that. And I know too. I cry every night that you can't be mine and you'll never be.

I wish we could have just one night together, just you and me.

I would tell you my biggest secret that 'I love you, Draco Malfoy! I love you!'

If I were a bird, I would sing to you!

If I were a cow I would give milk to you!

If I were a flower I would bloom to you!

If I were a dolphin I would jump to you!

If I were stupid I would die for you, but since I' neither I'll just simply love you.

I love you, Draco Malfoy! I love you!'"

Everybody was laughing. Absolutely everybody! Even though they knew nobody would ever write such a letter. Some students were on the floor, some hardly could breath and even the teachers were having a nice time laughing at me. Even Snape had a little curve on the side of his lips, but he hid it well. Luckily father isn't here. He would kill me slowly and painfully now.

I was sitting at my place, buried my tomato red face into my hands and stayed quiet for the fifteen minutes till the sounds of the laughing got lower.

„Wait people!" Vincent didn't finished yet. Oh no what else can be in that letter? „The writer signed it!"

Everybody got silenced and waited the letter's last sentence to be red. I don't care! This, just cannot get any worse can it?

„'Lot's of hugs and kissed from:.. *insert drumbeat here* ...THE BOY WHO LIVED!' "

„WHAAAAAAAT!?!?!?!?!??!" I screamed. It did get worse.

Everybody turned to Potter in the same time who was pale as snow now. Silence for two seconds, than the mini-Weasley stood up walked to over next to Potty and *SLAP ! ! ! ! !* Potter has fallen down from the chair to the floor and slowly a red mark of Ginny's hand appeared on his face.

Silence.

Dumbledore started laughing again. Than Vincent too and than suddenly everyone burst out laughing. Except me. Even Potty and Ginny started to laugh too. I hope the embarrassing things won't get into such an everyday routine.

Than Vincent gave me the little pink note.

There wasn't even the stuff in it which Vincent red out loudly. Did he made up all that crap alone? I'm always telling him he has a brain but he never believes me. I gonna kill him anyway for this.

I red the note:

'We're all with you and helping you. None of the teachers will figure it out. Count on us.

Signed: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw

and Hagrid just in case if you kids get detention again'

Everybody helping out? That's great! Okay let's see, we need to figure out what we need than how to get all the stuff. The trip to Hogsmedan next weekend will be an opportunity. We should do as much thing with the hands as we can cos' that means much more. We gonna need food. We should get the elfes to let us use the kitchen and we need a place to party. Inside the school? No... the field! Oh yeah the field! Good. Music? Hmm... I'll figure out that later maybe. I heard some of the Ravenclaw people have music instruments, many moggles there. Maybe some fireworks too? I'm sure the carrot twins are suitable for that.

Oh man, this is going to be fun!!!

I didn't really cared about the crowd around me anymore. My brain was working and this time on something really good.

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Okay I tried to make it funny. Maybe it didn't worked out.(Well, the students and teachers were having fun.) At least this has become the longest chapter yet. XD Yay! And we made some inpruvements. From now on we gona make bigger steps in time.

-Your turn Annonymouse!!!