Hr Or H?

DISCLAIMER- J.K ROWLING OWNS THE CHARACTERS AND ANYTHING RELATED TO HARRY POTTER. ANY SIMILARITY BETWEEN THIS STORY, PLOT OR STORY LINE TO ANY OTHER STORY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

CHAPTER 1

A high pitch squeal interrupted the normally serene and peaceful morning atmosphere of the Slytherin common room.

Draco who had lately been sifting through his mail was now collapsed onto the carpet with a look of shock and repulsion scrawed onto his face. In his right hand a piece of parchment lay scrunched up in a tight ball in Draco's clammy hands.

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Blaise stood surveying Draco Malfoy, in his element, sprawled down on the ground in a heap.

A sharp schreech had disturbed Blaise during her daily ritual of deciding the most suitable and becoming outfit or frock for the day's endeavour. Alarmed Blaise had travelled from her dormitory and quite nearly stumbled over Draco.

Blaise stood majestically over the fallen body of her fellow comrade. Her attention was focused on a glimpse of parchment in Draco's hand. Struggling ferociously she managed successfully to unclench Draco's hand and remove the cause of the disturbance. Wrinkling her nose, she read:

Dearest one,

I'm not really sure of my definite feelings but I think I love you. I know this may come as a shock if you were to know my true identity but please do not be subject to predjudices.

As of these recent times I have uncovered my real feelings for you. I was, once a upon a time, repressing my inner feelings but I can no longer deny it and cover my love by using some weak, cheap, useless charade of lies, deceit and pretend hatred.

I shall not let you know my true identity as yet but in time I will gradually reveal myself to you, till then I can only depart you with the first letter of my first name.

I hope you feel the same way about me. I hope you don't really hate me, even though it seems to be the case.

Forever yours,

'H'

Blaise's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as she read the delightfully divine love letter.

This letter must have been the source of the commotion!

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Draco's eyelids blinked blearily around the common room as he regained consciousness.

He stood shakily as he straightened up his robes. His eyes travelled around the room as his eyesight became clearer and more focused.

He hauled himself together and fell down onto a nearby lounge, carefully smoothing out the rumpled letter and re-reading.

To fully grasp his current situation he was compelled to draw in a breath of air. As the blood circulated carrying oxygen into his brain he noted any minor indicator of whom the true identity of the letter writer might be.

The letter was written in carefully printed out handwriting, not cursive and the parchment smelled stationary. Even his magnificent brain could not work out whom had written the letter.

He clucked his tongue as his forehead creased in deep thought.

Who was the one he always insulted? Who often did the same to him? Who was the one he always had verbal fights with? Who was the one he hated, and who hated him back? Who was the one with a first name starting with H?

Suddenly, the puzzles pieces clicked into place. And as they did so, a very sick feeling sunk in Draco's stomach.

Could it be—oh no, heaven forbid, if there really was a heaven—POTTER???

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