August 21
Dearest Professor,
I'm sorry, but I can not help but write to you. You are my life as of now. I sleep, think and breathe you every moment of the day. I cannot help it, you bring the soft spot out of me. That's why I love and hate you so much. Wait, I don't hate you! I'm so sorry! Damn quill doesn't have an eraser on it.
No, no cherry! STRAWBERRY YOU FOOL! Don't you know that strawberry is the Malfoy special? It heightens our senses if you know what I mean.
That was you looking at me in the lou? I should've known. For some reason I thought it was the pink gay house elf of ours. That house elf hasn't looked at me the same way after I--- never mind. You'll find out yourself.
And who the HELL is Millie?! And how would it be possible for her not to like me??! Everybody loves the Malfoys. Everybody. Even that fucked up "Millie" chick. Is she hot? Is she HUMAN?!
Shit, father's up, I have to get knickers on, and send this.
Yours Always,
Draco Houseman Malfoy