Title: Pen Pals pt 4
Subtitle: Your Secret is Safe with Me
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Draco woke up with a surprise on his bed. He picked up the envelope and knew it was from Faith. Smiling he thought * She doesn't care that I am a wizard. * Opening it he read.
'Dear D.M.,
I know you were probably not expecting a letter after what you revealed yesterday. I don't really mind that you're a wizard; it actually makes a lot more sense with how you know about me. Don't worry you're secret's safe with me. If there's one thing I've learned about being what I am it's that it's got to be kept a secret or else people will fear you.even if they've got no reason to.
I'm glad that you liked the slang thing. I find stuff like that to be really funny, though you should let me know about the looks. Take a picture, it last longer. Thanks for the condolences, it means a lot to me. I remember wishing that my father would keel over and die, everyday.harder on the days that he'd hit Christi and me, if you didn't notice Christi's my sis. I know what you mean about not wanting to be pitied, that's why you're the only one to know about my dad. Fancy..I like it.
Well because of what I am, I'm used to being beat up.just not hitting back takes practice. I remember this Sue chick; she hit me when my back was to her. I turned around before she even realized it and hit her so hard; it knocked her out for almost three weeks. Not to mention I broke her nose. After that action seven guards.male let me tell you..came and beat me to the point of death, if I wasn't you know. Scared them to death when three days later I was up and walking around. Feel free to learn from me, I doubt I could teach you much, I'm thinking you could teach me so much more.
I'm not even close to recovery, I just know what I can and can't talk about. After all I took his job when the council tried to take me to England for trial. Pushed me over board, so to speak, and I went to work for the second person to care about me for who I was. Well thank you for your high confidence in me. Buffy seemed to get really pissed off at me no matter what I did. Angel helped a lot, took me in even after I tortured an employee of his. Since you know all this stuff about us, Angel is Angelus with a soul. He does the tortured soul bit. Anyways, he helped protect me against the council, again, and that's when I slipped away to turn myself in.
I know you're not crazy as I mentioned at the beginning, knowing how you knew about me makes more sense. Hogwarts sounds like a nice place to be. Seventh year, is that you're final year? If so wouldn't that make you around 18? Well I'm glad to have an interesting friend to write to, keeps jail life a little less painful.
A dungeon? Wow, I'd take that over the quiet room any day. So what does one teach in a dungeon? Hee hee. Good one, I liked that job ad. I should share that with Angel when he comes to visit. When ever he comes. The buzz is that the demon world is pretty busy right now. It's cool about the jail bit; I'm in a better place. I don't get beat up have as often. (
Well I gotta run. Breakfast is ready. Write soon. Faith'
* She's so cool! I knew there was a reason I'd like her. * Smirking in the way only Draco could, he pulled out a piece of parchment and began writing her.
'Dear Faith,
I knew there was a reason I liked you! I'm glad it explains a lot, wouldn't want you thinking I was someone you'd hate or someone spying on you. You're right of course I was worried that you wouldn't write back, but I wasn't exactly sure what to say about my life that you didn't already know.'
Draco decided that he should get ready to face the day. He set the parchment aside and placed his black robe on. Deciding to just forgo his usual hairstyle, he brushed it into place. Looking at the mirror before him, he thought * Good enough. *
Everyone from the Slytherin house gasped as he walked out of his dorm room. He just smirked and glided to the Great Hall for breakfast. He walked in and nodded his greeting to the Professors table, something he'd started doing after he began writing Faith. Smiling softly he pulled the sheets of parchment from his robes and sat at his table on the far side of the Great Hall. Before he could write in silence students began to pile in. He didn't seem to notice the murmurs that floated threw the room.
Once Dumbledore said his morning announcements Draco turn to his attention to the letter that was to a famous slayer who currently residing in a prison in Los Angeles, California.
'Now where was I? Oh yes, I was just praising you on how special you are. I'm sitting here eating breakfast and ignoring the people around me. Sometimes they're so annoying. I'm so glad that I can be more honest with you. I know what you mean about it's hard to keep things secret when people begin noticing things. Like when you were just writing about how you scared the guards by walking fine and normal three days after they beat you so badly. What did they say or were they too speechless? Hang on, the terrible trio's here.'
"Malfoy?" Harry called.
"What?" Draco snapped.
"Our meal's finished. You're the last one here." Harry stated causing Draco to look around.
"So?"
"See guys, he doesn't care that it's time for classes, let's go." Hermione replied turning around to walk out of the Great Hall.
"Mister Malfoy!" Professor Dumbledore called. "What is it you're doing that that requires more attention than your classes do?"
Draco thought for a moment before replying, "Nothing, sir. I just was writing my thoughts and didn't notice the time."
"Fine, finish up and see me at my office." He replied with the famous twinkle in his eyes. Before he left the Great Hall he handed Draco a note, "Just incase the other Professors give you problems." And then he was gone.
Draco turned back to his letter and began to write.
'Man they can be so annoying. All good and everything, not a mean bone in them makes me wonder what would happen if something were to happen that they couldn't stop. Probably piss their pants in fear. Do you know anyone like that? Sorry, 'bout that, it bothers me when they annoy me by wondering about what I'm doing. It's like, "why do you care", and they're like, "cause you haven't been mean to us lately." You'd think they'd wanted me to be mean to them. Sorry if I'm scaring you by being more open, but now that my biggest secret is out I can "be myself". I admire you, slayer. Even when every thing seems to go so wrong you're still fighting.
Well I probably should wrap this letter up. Professor Dumbledore wants to see me. Don't worry I'm not in trouble, but everyone's starting to wonder about me. You see I've sort of changed, I'm not always being mean, plus I'm showing all the professors respect. Something I've never done. My father would hang me from the highest tree if he knew what I was doing. Well I'll write later. Sincerely, Draco Malfoy'
Faith had received the letter just moments after he'd sent it. Smiling she realized he trusted her enough to give her his name. * Draco Malfoy. Interesting name, yet it suits him. * A few minutes later the guards were calling, "Lights Out." Putting the letter in with her things she would just write him tomorrow.
Again no one noticed the grin on the man with the icy stare. He seemed generally happy.
TBC
Subtitle: Your Secret is Safe with Me
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Draco woke up with a surprise on his bed. He picked up the envelope and knew it was from Faith. Smiling he thought * She doesn't care that I am a wizard. * Opening it he read.
'Dear D.M.,
I know you were probably not expecting a letter after what you revealed yesterday. I don't really mind that you're a wizard; it actually makes a lot more sense with how you know about me. Don't worry you're secret's safe with me. If there's one thing I've learned about being what I am it's that it's got to be kept a secret or else people will fear you.even if they've got no reason to.
I'm glad that you liked the slang thing. I find stuff like that to be really funny, though you should let me know about the looks. Take a picture, it last longer. Thanks for the condolences, it means a lot to me. I remember wishing that my father would keel over and die, everyday.harder on the days that he'd hit Christi and me, if you didn't notice Christi's my sis. I know what you mean about not wanting to be pitied, that's why you're the only one to know about my dad. Fancy..I like it.
Well because of what I am, I'm used to being beat up.just not hitting back takes practice. I remember this Sue chick; she hit me when my back was to her. I turned around before she even realized it and hit her so hard; it knocked her out for almost three weeks. Not to mention I broke her nose. After that action seven guards.male let me tell you..came and beat me to the point of death, if I wasn't you know. Scared them to death when three days later I was up and walking around. Feel free to learn from me, I doubt I could teach you much, I'm thinking you could teach me so much more.
I'm not even close to recovery, I just know what I can and can't talk about. After all I took his job when the council tried to take me to England for trial. Pushed me over board, so to speak, and I went to work for the second person to care about me for who I was. Well thank you for your high confidence in me. Buffy seemed to get really pissed off at me no matter what I did. Angel helped a lot, took me in even after I tortured an employee of his. Since you know all this stuff about us, Angel is Angelus with a soul. He does the tortured soul bit. Anyways, he helped protect me against the council, again, and that's when I slipped away to turn myself in.
I know you're not crazy as I mentioned at the beginning, knowing how you knew about me makes more sense. Hogwarts sounds like a nice place to be. Seventh year, is that you're final year? If so wouldn't that make you around 18? Well I'm glad to have an interesting friend to write to, keeps jail life a little less painful.
A dungeon? Wow, I'd take that over the quiet room any day. So what does one teach in a dungeon? Hee hee. Good one, I liked that job ad. I should share that with Angel when he comes to visit. When ever he comes. The buzz is that the demon world is pretty busy right now. It's cool about the jail bit; I'm in a better place. I don't get beat up have as often. (
Well I gotta run. Breakfast is ready. Write soon. Faith'
* She's so cool! I knew there was a reason I'd like her. * Smirking in the way only Draco could, he pulled out a piece of parchment and began writing her.
'Dear Faith,
I knew there was a reason I liked you! I'm glad it explains a lot, wouldn't want you thinking I was someone you'd hate or someone spying on you. You're right of course I was worried that you wouldn't write back, but I wasn't exactly sure what to say about my life that you didn't already know.'
Draco decided that he should get ready to face the day. He set the parchment aside and placed his black robe on. Deciding to just forgo his usual hairstyle, he brushed it into place. Looking at the mirror before him, he thought * Good enough. *
Everyone from the Slytherin house gasped as he walked out of his dorm room. He just smirked and glided to the Great Hall for breakfast. He walked in and nodded his greeting to the Professors table, something he'd started doing after he began writing Faith. Smiling softly he pulled the sheets of parchment from his robes and sat at his table on the far side of the Great Hall. Before he could write in silence students began to pile in. He didn't seem to notice the murmurs that floated threw the room.
Once Dumbledore said his morning announcements Draco turn to his attention to the letter that was to a famous slayer who currently residing in a prison in Los Angeles, California.
'Now where was I? Oh yes, I was just praising you on how special you are. I'm sitting here eating breakfast and ignoring the people around me. Sometimes they're so annoying. I'm so glad that I can be more honest with you. I know what you mean about it's hard to keep things secret when people begin noticing things. Like when you were just writing about how you scared the guards by walking fine and normal three days after they beat you so badly. What did they say or were they too speechless? Hang on, the terrible trio's here.'
"Malfoy?" Harry called.
"What?" Draco snapped.
"Our meal's finished. You're the last one here." Harry stated causing Draco to look around.
"So?"
"See guys, he doesn't care that it's time for classes, let's go." Hermione replied turning around to walk out of the Great Hall.
"Mister Malfoy!" Professor Dumbledore called. "What is it you're doing that that requires more attention than your classes do?"
Draco thought for a moment before replying, "Nothing, sir. I just was writing my thoughts and didn't notice the time."
"Fine, finish up and see me at my office." He replied with the famous twinkle in his eyes. Before he left the Great Hall he handed Draco a note, "Just incase the other Professors give you problems." And then he was gone.
Draco turned back to his letter and began to write.
'Man they can be so annoying. All good and everything, not a mean bone in them makes me wonder what would happen if something were to happen that they couldn't stop. Probably piss their pants in fear. Do you know anyone like that? Sorry, 'bout that, it bothers me when they annoy me by wondering about what I'm doing. It's like, "why do you care", and they're like, "cause you haven't been mean to us lately." You'd think they'd wanted me to be mean to them. Sorry if I'm scaring you by being more open, but now that my biggest secret is out I can "be myself". I admire you, slayer. Even when every thing seems to go so wrong you're still fighting.
Well I probably should wrap this letter up. Professor Dumbledore wants to see me. Don't worry I'm not in trouble, but everyone's starting to wonder about me. You see I've sort of changed, I'm not always being mean, plus I'm showing all the professors respect. Something I've never done. My father would hang me from the highest tree if he knew what I was doing. Well I'll write later. Sincerely, Draco Malfoy'
Faith had received the letter just moments after he'd sent it. Smiling she realized he trusted her enough to give her his name. * Draco Malfoy. Interesting name, yet it suits him. * A few minutes later the guards were calling, "Lights Out." Putting the letter in with her things she would just write him tomorrow.
Again no one noticed the grin on the man with the icy stare. He seemed generally happy.
TBC