A/N- Sorry that this is so late! * ducks flying copy of GoF * I know this is very short and very bad. I needed something short and quick. I know everyone hates it but I hope the next letter will please you.

10 January 1996

Gryffindor Dormitory

2:07 PM

Draco, are you okay? Oh my God, where are you? You scared the hell outta me in your last letter. You almost sounded suicidal. Free? What do you mean 'free'? And as much as I hate saying this, you are going to see Ginny again before … what? Draco, what's going on? Please don't go and do anything stupid. Draco? Draco!

~*~

10 January 1996

Gryffindor Common Room

2:08 PM

Draco, you stupid git,

What the hell did you think you were doing? You scared the hell out of Ginny and me! Do you know how bloody hard it was to find you?

~*~

Harry bolted to his feet. He had just made the inevitable decision to find Draco and bollocks to anything that stood in his way.

"But you'll never find him!" Ron cried out in protest, "there are too many towers!"

"And there's a snow storm running its course out there!" exclaimed a deeply concerned Hermione. "You'd be crazy to risk it."

Harry paused in his pacing, undecided.

"Harry." He turned and faced Ginny Weasley; her chestnut eyes full of such grief and desperation that all traces of hesitation in his mind dissolved in an instant.

"Please Harry," she pleaded, small drops starting to accumulate at the corner of her eyes, "Please go find Draco. Just find him."

"But what about the snow storm?" Ron reminded them pointing towards one of the windows of the Gryffindor Common room. Outside, wind and snow were raging a merciless battle in the dark of the winter night.

"Accio Firebolt!" Harry called, ignoring Ron's comment.

Harry's broomstick hurtled down from his dormitory and straight into his outstretched hand. Making sure his winter cloak was securely fastened; he walked to one of the windows, opened it and mounted his Firebolt. Harry took a lingering look at his friends before diving into the dark oblivion, leaving Ron and Hermione staring wide-eyed after him.

"Please Harry, be careful." A ghostly whisper of Ginny's voice reached Harry's ears as he furthered the distance from Gryffindor Tower.

~*~

It was freezing outside! I felt like I was trying to fly through a giant ice machine, spitting ice shavings as far as the eye can see. And the winds must have been steroid-fed gales!

~*~

Harry wiped snow from his face, numb with cold. He circled Hogwarts Castle with an urgency that sent his heart ramming against his ribs.

Please … let me be on time. I'll never forgive myself if I was too late … The highest tower … come on, the highest tower…

Harry scanned the lofty towers of Hogwarts Castle, wind whipping his dark hair and robes, an icy chill stinging his eyes.

And then he saw Draco.

~*~

You should've seen yourself. If you weren't about to commit suicide, I would've thought that you were about to fly without a broomstick. You haven't changed; you're still so dramatic. Why didn't you just drink poison to save me the trouble?

~*~

Draco looked like he always did, apart from the fact that he was standing on the edge of a very high tower. Draco's pale face and hair contrasted with his black clothes and shoes, which stood out against the pure white snow.

"Malfoy, no!" Harry yelled as he landed on the tower's roof, "You don't know what you're doing!"

Draco observed Harry with an amused expression. He seemed oddly calm.

"Chill, Potter," Draco punned as the wind and rain slowly died, the usual touch of hostility missing from his voice. "Just leave me alone, okay? Do me a favour, for once in your life, and shut up." He pronounced the last two words with a touch of resignation. Draco looked like a vampire, all touches of colour were absent from his face.

"Malfoy," Harry expressed, taking a step forward. He dropped his broomstick and extracted his wand. "Make one more move and I'll – I'll CURSE you!" He couldn't let Draco do it, he couldn't allow him plunge off the tower into the dark void of death.

Draco laughed hollowly.

"Curse me, Potter?" he asked, an eyebrow raised, "Oh, I'm so AFRAID!" Draco mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I mean it!" Harry threatened, "I'll – I'll do Imperio!"

Harry could tell from the look in the other boy's eyes; Draco knew he meant what he said.

"Fine," Draco announced slowly, "Time for plan B." From inside his robes, Draco pulled out a small green vial, unstoppered it and made to swallow.

"NO!"

Harry closed the distance between the boy and himself and, without thinking, threw a quick but hard punch at Draco's face. Draco dropped the vial in shock, spilling the gooey mixture onto the soft snow as stepped back from the force of the punch.

Unfortunately, the punch was too successful. Draco stumbled back from the impact, only to tumble off the edge of the tower. Harry only had a thousandth of a second to grasp what had happened.

"Oh, SHIT!" he muttered as he fell onto his stomach and reached over the edge. He managed to grab Draco's hand, leaving him dangling from the edge of the tower. Draco made no sign of resistance as he looked up at the person who had just saved his life. Green eyes met grey, unable to penetrate the glassy surface of each other. "Lemme go, Potter," Draco said quietly, as he only wanted to go to a party.

"I can't," Harry replied, his voice strained from having Draco's dead weight on him. "I promised Ginny and I promised myself. I just can't."

Draco gritted his teeth in near frustration. "I said: Let. Me. Go."

"I won't!" Harry couldn't give in. Draco's life wouldn't be the only one shattered should he fall…

"Fine," Draco sighed, twisting his hand out of Harry's grasp.

Harry's mind screamed out in panic as he felt his hand empty. He summoned his Firebolt, rolled off the tower and mounted his broom in one simultaneous motion, then pointed his Firebolt vertically towards the ground and descended almost instantaneously. The wind lashed at Harry's face as he neared Draco at lightning speed, just like in a Wronski Feint. He had to meet Draco before the steadily approaching snow-covered ground did.

~*~

Talking about dramatic exits. You almost gave me a heart attack. That 'Plan B' was so old fashioned it must be fossilised!

~*~

Harry soon overtook Draco's falling body. Unsure if it would work, he prepared to pull up. Ten feet from the ground, Harry steered the Firebolt up and under the other boy.

"Ooof!" Draco rammed into the tail of the broom (he didn't break it, luckily!) and nearly hitting Harry who was trying to manage the broom. Unsettled by Draco's impact, Harry lost control, and they fell the remaining five feet.

Harry and Draco rolled down a small bank, occasionally striking outcrops of rock, leaving imprints of their journey down. They finally stopped in a tangle of limbs, clothes and broomstick.

"Ugh," both boys groaned as they untangled themselves, gasping with exhaustion.

"Dammit Potter," Draco complained as he brushed snow off his arms, "Why do you have to ruin everything?" He sat up with some difficulty and glared at the weary Harry, before collapsing face first into the snow in a dead faint.

~*~

Did you know that you nearly broke my Firebolt? And I should've won an award for that awesome dive. Anyway, what were you thinking? How could you do that? Are you out of you mind? I really should tell Dumbledore.

From

Harry

A/N- I hope that this made up for the last letter. Its just it had to be short * bursts out crying * This was a huge joint effort and we hope you like it.