Sorry this took so long...MAJOR writer's block!
Thank you all for your reviews! I think after this chapter, I may top 100 reviews (if I do, I'll give you an extra long chapter, so make sure you review!) I've never had that many reviews before. Anyway, enjoy!
St. Brutus's Program for Incurably Homosexual Boys...
by AnonymousBystander
Chapter Four - Urgency
Draco looked at the letter one last time, skimming it over once more. Yes, it looked good. Friendly enough for her to respond, and concise enough so that she would know this was urgent. Not like he had any time to re-write it, he was so worried for Harry. He folden the letter hurredly and sealed it, embossing it with the Malfoy family crest.
As he exited his bedroom to the hallway, the first rays of sunlight peaked over the Malfoy Manor's magnificent grounds and shot through the window, hitting Draco's face head-on. He squinted his eyes and turned away. Today should not be a day like this. Today should be dark, and gloomy, with periods of rain moving in from the northeast, and a high temperature of forty or so.
Because Harry hadn't written.
Draco slammed the door to his room, the newly sealed letter in hand, and wound his way through the corridors to the owlry. He met nobody on his way; it was still too early for his father or mother to be up, and none of the house-elves had come his way.
Up he went, ascending the winding staircase up to the highest tower of the manor where they kept the family's owls. Eventually, he found the door to the owlry, and pushed it open. For an owlry, it was exceedingly nice. There was an ever-clean charm on the floor, so it was spotless and shining.
He gave a shrill whistle, and his eagle-owl, Socrates, immediately flew down from the rafters and landed on his arm, beak held high, eager for an important mission or delivery.
Draco tied the letter to Socrates' leg and carried him to the window, which had a charm to keep out rain and snow, but was also glassless to let the owls in and out.
"Take this to Hermione Granger," he whispered to Socrates, stroking her long feathers.
Socrates looked at him inquiringly, clearly asking, "To a Mudblood?"
"Yes," said Draco, "to a Mudblood. Now go!"
Socrates' wings spread wide and she swooped out of the window into the sunrise.
"Draco!" barked a voice behind him. He wheeled around, finding himself face-to-face with his father Lucius Malfoy.
"Yes, father?" said Draco, hoping against hope that Lucius hadn't heard that he was writing to a Mudblood. If he heard that, or even if he heard that Draco was dating Harry Potter, the punishment would be catastrophic; Draco doubted he would live through it.
"You have written a letter every day since you got home. You're seeing somebody, it's obvious. Who are you writing?"
Draco hated when his father was in this mood. Lucius was red-faced, squinting with anger, though he did not yet have anything to be angry about.
"I'm - I'm not seeing anybody," said Draco lamely. "I'm just - just keeping up with my friends, that's all."
Lucius grabbed Draco by the collar, nearly lifting him off his feet. "You always were a bad liar! Now, tell me who it is, or I'll make you..."
"Pansy!" Draco yelled.
"LIAR! If it was Pansy, you'd have already told me!" Lucius dropped Draco to the ground, and he fell over, hitting his head hard on the stone floor of the owlry. Seeing spots, he watched his fater exit the room, saying, "You disappoint me yet again, Draco. We'll have another chat soon..."
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Hermione looked curiously at the crest on the letter, trying to figure what person with the name of "M" would be writing him. She thought first "Malfoy", but why would Malfoy write her? He barely even spoke to her, though whenever he did, it was civilly. After all, he was in love with Harry.
Hermione looked suspiciously at the letter for some time before slitting open the seal and unrolling the parchment.
(A/N - For the text of the letter, see the previous chapter.)
After she'd read it through one entire time, she gasped. Harry hadn't written. He was in trouble.
What if he was dead already? What if Voldemort had gotten to him?
Hermione's heart began to pound. She grabbed a piece of parchment and at first wrote: "Draco-", then she crossed it out and instead wrote:
"Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I appologize sincerely for having to write to you during the summer break, but the urgency of this situation requires immediate attention; I'm afraid that it cannot wait.
Harry Potter has not written at all over the last few weeks, nor has he written to Draco Malfoy - his boyfriend, as I'm sure you're aware. Draco has written him every day, and I'm sure that if it was in Harry's power to respond, he would have already done so, which leads me to believe that he is not under the control of his Aunt and Uncle anymore.
Again, I appologize for having to interrupt your holiday, but I'm very worried for Harry's safety.
Thank you,
Hermione Granger"
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Enjoy and please review!!
Thank you all for your reviews! I think after this chapter, I may top 100 reviews (if I do, I'll give you an extra long chapter, so make sure you review!) I've never had that many reviews before. Anyway, enjoy!
St. Brutus's Program for Incurably Homosexual Boys...
by AnonymousBystander
Chapter Four - Urgency
Draco looked at the letter one last time, skimming it over once more. Yes, it looked good. Friendly enough for her to respond, and concise enough so that she would know this was urgent. Not like he had any time to re-write it, he was so worried for Harry. He folden the letter hurredly and sealed it, embossing it with the Malfoy family crest.
As he exited his bedroom to the hallway, the first rays of sunlight peaked over the Malfoy Manor's magnificent grounds and shot through the window, hitting Draco's face head-on. He squinted his eyes and turned away. Today should not be a day like this. Today should be dark, and gloomy, with periods of rain moving in from the northeast, and a high temperature of forty or so.
Because Harry hadn't written.
Draco slammed the door to his room, the newly sealed letter in hand, and wound his way through the corridors to the owlry. He met nobody on his way; it was still too early for his father or mother to be up, and none of the house-elves had come his way.
Up he went, ascending the winding staircase up to the highest tower of the manor where they kept the family's owls. Eventually, he found the door to the owlry, and pushed it open. For an owlry, it was exceedingly nice. There was an ever-clean charm on the floor, so it was spotless and shining.
He gave a shrill whistle, and his eagle-owl, Socrates, immediately flew down from the rafters and landed on his arm, beak held high, eager for an important mission or delivery.
Draco tied the letter to Socrates' leg and carried him to the window, which had a charm to keep out rain and snow, but was also glassless to let the owls in and out.
"Take this to Hermione Granger," he whispered to Socrates, stroking her long feathers.
Socrates looked at him inquiringly, clearly asking, "To a Mudblood?"
"Yes," said Draco, "to a Mudblood. Now go!"
Socrates' wings spread wide and she swooped out of the window into the sunrise.
"Draco!" barked a voice behind him. He wheeled around, finding himself face-to-face with his father Lucius Malfoy.
"Yes, father?" said Draco, hoping against hope that Lucius hadn't heard that he was writing to a Mudblood. If he heard that, or even if he heard that Draco was dating Harry Potter, the punishment would be catastrophic; Draco doubted he would live through it.
"You have written a letter every day since you got home. You're seeing somebody, it's obvious. Who are you writing?"
Draco hated when his father was in this mood. Lucius was red-faced, squinting with anger, though he did not yet have anything to be angry about.
"I'm - I'm not seeing anybody," said Draco lamely. "I'm just - just keeping up with my friends, that's all."
Lucius grabbed Draco by the collar, nearly lifting him off his feet. "You always were a bad liar! Now, tell me who it is, or I'll make you..."
"Pansy!" Draco yelled.
"LIAR! If it was Pansy, you'd have already told me!" Lucius dropped Draco to the ground, and he fell over, hitting his head hard on the stone floor of the owlry. Seeing spots, he watched his fater exit the room, saying, "You disappoint me yet again, Draco. We'll have another chat soon..."
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Hermione looked curiously at the crest on the letter, trying to figure what person with the name of "M" would be writing him. She thought first "Malfoy", but why would Malfoy write her? He barely even spoke to her, though whenever he did, it was civilly. After all, he was in love with Harry.
Hermione looked suspiciously at the letter for some time before slitting open the seal and unrolling the parchment.
(A/N - For the text of the letter, see the previous chapter.)
After she'd read it through one entire time, she gasped. Harry hadn't written. He was in trouble.
What if he was dead already? What if Voldemort had gotten to him?
Hermione's heart began to pound. She grabbed a piece of parchment and at first wrote: "Draco-", then she crossed it out and instead wrote:
"Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I appologize sincerely for having to write to you during the summer break, but the urgency of this situation requires immediate attention; I'm afraid that it cannot wait.
Harry Potter has not written at all over the last few weeks, nor has he written to Draco Malfoy - his boyfriend, as I'm sure you're aware. Draco has written him every day, and I'm sure that if it was in Harry's power to respond, he would have already done so, which leads me to believe that he is not under the control of his Aunt and Uncle anymore.
Again, I appologize for having to interrupt your holiday, but I'm very worried for Harry's safety.
Thank you,
Hermione Granger"
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Enjoy and please review!!