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Blehhh.a shot at angst. ^^;
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Dear Draco,
It's been a long time since I've been able to talk to you. I know, you probably think I should be happy about something like that.I mean, the only times we've had something close to a civil conversation is when we were mocking each other. But I miss your voice. Your voice comforts me. Of course, I don't know what your voice sounds like, these days. Has it changed? I bet right now you're thinking, what sort of moron is writing me a letter about my voice? Well, I guess that I've grown a bit sentimental. I miss a lot of things about how life used to be, but I miss you the most. I miss your snide comments; I miss not ignoring you just so I could hear your voice. I miss commenting in return, even though that was never what I wanted to do. I just wanted to talk to you; you seemed like such an intelligent person. I'd love to have a conversation with you. Hear your opinions and thoughts, though now that I think about it, our thoughts are probably the exact opposite.
I don't really care, though. It would be nice, to hear your side's point of view for once. All I ever hear is my side talking about your side.I've never actually had a civil conversation with one of you to see why you do it.
But enough of that. I just wanted to write to you to tell you this, because I know that if I ever see you again, one of us will come out of it dead. I never hated you, Draco. Ron hated you. Hermione hated you. Hell, all of Gryffindor hated you. But I never did. For awhile, I just wanted to be friends with you-though I admit it was my fault that we never were. But after I rejected you (did you really want to be friends anyways?), you fascinated me. How you were such a free spirit, you didn't care what any one else thought of you. It was amazing, you always saw right through me. You could tell, I wasn't special or especially talented at all. I was just a normal person, the everyone thought was so wonderful, and you saw that, and you treated me just like all the other gryffindors-well, maybe a little worse. but, I was who I was. But later.I think I was in fourth year when I figured it out. Right after the first task, I found myself thinking.'I wonder if Draco was impressed?' and that's when it hit me. I didn't just want to be friends with you. I think I fell in love with you. You were my enemy for four years, you hated me, and I fell in love with you.
I didn't even know I was gay. I'm not sure I quite am gay-I never liked any girls (cho didn't count, I think) OR guys. I just wanted to be with you.
So there you have it. The famous Harry Potter, good guy to the extreme, is in love with Draco Malfoy, who is, apparently, very, VERY evil. Just thought I'd let you know.
I miss you.
Harry
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A/N: well?? Review, I say, review!
Blehhh.a shot at angst. ^^;
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Dear Draco,
It's been a long time since I've been able to talk to you. I know, you probably think I should be happy about something like that.I mean, the only times we've had something close to a civil conversation is when we were mocking each other. But I miss your voice. Your voice comforts me. Of course, I don't know what your voice sounds like, these days. Has it changed? I bet right now you're thinking, what sort of moron is writing me a letter about my voice? Well, I guess that I've grown a bit sentimental. I miss a lot of things about how life used to be, but I miss you the most. I miss your snide comments; I miss not ignoring you just so I could hear your voice. I miss commenting in return, even though that was never what I wanted to do. I just wanted to talk to you; you seemed like such an intelligent person. I'd love to have a conversation with you. Hear your opinions and thoughts, though now that I think about it, our thoughts are probably the exact opposite.
I don't really care, though. It would be nice, to hear your side's point of view for once. All I ever hear is my side talking about your side.I've never actually had a civil conversation with one of you to see why you do it.
But enough of that. I just wanted to write to you to tell you this, because I know that if I ever see you again, one of us will come out of it dead. I never hated you, Draco. Ron hated you. Hermione hated you. Hell, all of Gryffindor hated you. But I never did. For awhile, I just wanted to be friends with you-though I admit it was my fault that we never were. But after I rejected you (did you really want to be friends anyways?), you fascinated me. How you were such a free spirit, you didn't care what any one else thought of you. It was amazing, you always saw right through me. You could tell, I wasn't special or especially talented at all. I was just a normal person, the everyone thought was so wonderful, and you saw that, and you treated me just like all the other gryffindors-well, maybe a little worse. but, I was who I was. But later.I think I was in fourth year when I figured it out. Right after the first task, I found myself thinking.'I wonder if Draco was impressed?' and that's when it hit me. I didn't just want to be friends with you. I think I fell in love with you. You were my enemy for four years, you hated me, and I fell in love with you.
I didn't even know I was gay. I'm not sure I quite am gay-I never liked any girls (cho didn't count, I think) OR guys. I just wanted to be with you.
So there you have it. The famous Harry Potter, good guy to the extreme, is in love with Draco Malfoy, who is, apparently, very, VERY evil. Just thought I'd let you know.
I miss you.
Harry
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A/N: well?? Review, I say, review!