Draco reread the letter again, his eyes devouring every pen mark. He
placed it on the center of his desk and thought about how best to reply.
He scanned the contents, trying to piece together the puzzle that was his
Nia, formally known as Virginia. She had been gone for almost three months
and things between them had definitely moved beyond friendly. He
considered all the light flirtation and easy teasing they passed back and
forth in their letters. She still called him Co and in retaliation he had
taken to addressing her as Nia in all his correspondence. He put his quill
down and reached for the letter. Then, for the fifth and no where near
last time, he let himself indulge in the warmth of her writing.
Darling dearest Co,
Greeting from Japan! Life is much as it ever was, with unending piles of work for me to get through and no chance of a break in sight. I just got home from my class. That catty little Akiko is driving me mad! I know, I know, I go on and on about her, but she is such a vile thing. Today I overheard her making snarky comments about my hair and the size of my robes. A size four is nothing to gaff at. Not all of us are stick insects whose size zero seems to be drowning them. And my hair makes me unique. At least I do not look like a carbon copy of every other girl I see.
Sorry to spew my nastiness on you. I guess that is just one of the many wonderful benefits of being my friend. Draco-chan, could you so me a favor and send me some chocolate frogs? They do not sell them here and I am going crazy without them. Also, could you tell Anna that I have finally gotten my pictures form her wedding developed and am willing to trade? I know that I am perfectly capable of writing to her myself, but if I did that, when would I have time for you?
Speaking of you, one of my darlings has declared you to be 'the wonderful dark man of my childhood dreams' she caught sight of one of your letters and decided to do a casting on it. She also said that your pet raccoon is going to die. Do tell me if the prediction comes true because I worry so about Winkers. Oh wait; you do not have a pet raccoon. So much for her inner eye.
I miss you terribly. Men here are so sweet and biddable; I wish they had your nack for being so horrible that I just have to give in. Instead they follow me around like puppy dogs trying to pass all sorts of goodies on to me. There is one man, though, whom I favor above all others. He is tall and beautiful and his eyes reflect his feelings for me. He kisses drive me wild with desire and I long to seduce him into realizing that the two of us should be much more than friends. My divine Mr. Malfoy, what do I have to do to make you see that the only witch you want is me?
Ah, well enough of that rubbish. I miss you and dream of you and wish you were here.
Yours till tomorrow,
Nia Weasley
He felt a burning sensation and smiled down at his hand. Dream of me do you? He thought, Miss. Weasley, those must be wicked dreams indeed.
~}~}~@
November tenth, mid morning
Draco. Draco. Draco. He is never far from my thoughts now. He writes me the most witty letters I have ever had the good luck to receive, and I must admit that I am neglecting all others by writing to him alone. But I cannot seem to help it. There is this odd feeling I get whenever I see an owl now, a deep-seated hope that it is for me and from him burns through me. I cannot control my need to keep what ever it between us alive across the distance. Call me a fool, but I truly believe that I am falling for him. Would not that be pointless?
Well anyway, I received a new letter from him today. I cannot wait to read it to all those dreamy eyed romantics at the school. Ever since Yuka found that first letter of his, they have been demanding to hear ever detail of our relationship. I know I should be teaching the about yen or something equally mundane, but it is almost winter holidays and I see no need to fill their heads with facts about muggles right now. I put off most of their questions by telling them that Draco is an old family friend and that our mother's wanted us to marry. It was not really a lie.
The only one who gives me the tiniest amount of trouble is that Akiko. I swear if she were at Hogwarts there is no doubt what house she would be in, and all that green would make her look sallow too. Petty, very petty, but I cannot help it. She is so snotty and demeaning. She has it all, money, looks and a good family name, but none of that seems to have made a decent witch out of her. I guess she is so cruel because her skills as such are so limited.
Well, here is the letter:
Darling Nia,
I must see you. Life at The Burrow is meaningless without you here. All I do is go from a dull job to a dull home and do nothing but mope in between. Sorry, completely blanked, don't know why I wrote that. So how is my favorite sister today? Spend any more time with that chap you wrote about in you last letter? Tall and beautiful, you had better take care. Men like that only want what is under your robes.
While on we are on the subject, do not eat all that junk food I sent you in one sitting. You do not want to have to buy a bigger size now do you? As for the hair, well you are a Weasley. You cannot change it, so be proud that you where the stamp of your noble house on your head. If we do marry though, do not pass it on to the children.
Laugh. That was a joke.
I saw Blaise today and he told me that Anna will soon be producing the Zabini heir. Seems a bit soon, do not you think? I am pretty certain that she must have been carrying before the wedding, but would never do something as crass as point that out to anyone other than you. I guess my mother was right about long engagements. I intend to make mine as short as possible, so you had better start planning it now if you want some fancy wedding.
I know I just brought the subject of marriage to you up twice in the same letter, so do not go reminding me by pointing that out when next you write.
So let us skip to the good part. You dream of me. What would your mother say? Most likely something about how all her plans are coming along as planned and what are the two of us wasting time for. She wants grandchildren now. Never mind that she already has five with two more on the way. Did you hear that Fred is expecting twins? If not, you have now. That poor witch who married him. I bet you they are even worst then he and his brother. Some how that only manages to make me smile all the more.
Back to the dreams, mind giving me any hints on what is in them? What would you say if you had an answer to them? I am not going to tell you anything more, so do not try begging. Those cow eyes of yours are too far away to have any sort of effect on me any how.
Love,
Draco Malfoy
November twenty-ninth, two or three in the morning
Draco is here, in my flat, in my bed, asleep as I am writing this very second. He showed up at my Muggles Studies class and sent the room into a dither. The girls took one look at the sleek frame and icy blonde hair and fell all over themselves try to make him comfortable. That cheap baggage Akiko went so far as to try and seduce him. Who the bloody hell does she think she is, trying to make moves on my boyfriend.
That's right, Malfoy is my boyfriend. Happy, happy day! And we just had even better sex then I ever dreamed of. I guess I should feel sorry about my loss of virginity, but I do not. Nothing makes me happier then the thought that I can have that gorgeous man any time I want him.
Draco Bloody Malfoy is mine!
Sorry so short, but hopefully you all will like it any way.
Lielabell
Darling dearest Co,
Greeting from Japan! Life is much as it ever was, with unending piles of work for me to get through and no chance of a break in sight. I just got home from my class. That catty little Akiko is driving me mad! I know, I know, I go on and on about her, but she is such a vile thing. Today I overheard her making snarky comments about my hair and the size of my robes. A size four is nothing to gaff at. Not all of us are stick insects whose size zero seems to be drowning them. And my hair makes me unique. At least I do not look like a carbon copy of every other girl I see.
Sorry to spew my nastiness on you. I guess that is just one of the many wonderful benefits of being my friend. Draco-chan, could you so me a favor and send me some chocolate frogs? They do not sell them here and I am going crazy without them. Also, could you tell Anna that I have finally gotten my pictures form her wedding developed and am willing to trade? I know that I am perfectly capable of writing to her myself, but if I did that, when would I have time for you?
Speaking of you, one of my darlings has declared you to be 'the wonderful dark man of my childhood dreams' she caught sight of one of your letters and decided to do a casting on it. She also said that your pet raccoon is going to die. Do tell me if the prediction comes true because I worry so about Winkers. Oh wait; you do not have a pet raccoon. So much for her inner eye.
I miss you terribly. Men here are so sweet and biddable; I wish they had your nack for being so horrible that I just have to give in. Instead they follow me around like puppy dogs trying to pass all sorts of goodies on to me. There is one man, though, whom I favor above all others. He is tall and beautiful and his eyes reflect his feelings for me. He kisses drive me wild with desire and I long to seduce him into realizing that the two of us should be much more than friends. My divine Mr. Malfoy, what do I have to do to make you see that the only witch you want is me?
Ah, well enough of that rubbish. I miss you and dream of you and wish you were here.
Yours till tomorrow,
Nia Weasley
He felt a burning sensation and smiled down at his hand. Dream of me do you? He thought, Miss. Weasley, those must be wicked dreams indeed.
~}~}~@
November tenth, mid morning
Draco. Draco. Draco. He is never far from my thoughts now. He writes me the most witty letters I have ever had the good luck to receive, and I must admit that I am neglecting all others by writing to him alone. But I cannot seem to help it. There is this odd feeling I get whenever I see an owl now, a deep-seated hope that it is for me and from him burns through me. I cannot control my need to keep what ever it between us alive across the distance. Call me a fool, but I truly believe that I am falling for him. Would not that be pointless?
Well anyway, I received a new letter from him today. I cannot wait to read it to all those dreamy eyed romantics at the school. Ever since Yuka found that first letter of his, they have been demanding to hear ever detail of our relationship. I know I should be teaching the about yen or something equally mundane, but it is almost winter holidays and I see no need to fill their heads with facts about muggles right now. I put off most of their questions by telling them that Draco is an old family friend and that our mother's wanted us to marry. It was not really a lie.
The only one who gives me the tiniest amount of trouble is that Akiko. I swear if she were at Hogwarts there is no doubt what house she would be in, and all that green would make her look sallow too. Petty, very petty, but I cannot help it. She is so snotty and demeaning. She has it all, money, looks and a good family name, but none of that seems to have made a decent witch out of her. I guess she is so cruel because her skills as such are so limited.
Well, here is the letter:
Darling Nia,
I must see you. Life at The Burrow is meaningless without you here. All I do is go from a dull job to a dull home and do nothing but mope in between. Sorry, completely blanked, don't know why I wrote that. So how is my favorite sister today? Spend any more time with that chap you wrote about in you last letter? Tall and beautiful, you had better take care. Men like that only want what is under your robes.
While on we are on the subject, do not eat all that junk food I sent you in one sitting. You do not want to have to buy a bigger size now do you? As for the hair, well you are a Weasley. You cannot change it, so be proud that you where the stamp of your noble house on your head. If we do marry though, do not pass it on to the children.
Laugh. That was a joke.
I saw Blaise today and he told me that Anna will soon be producing the Zabini heir. Seems a bit soon, do not you think? I am pretty certain that she must have been carrying before the wedding, but would never do something as crass as point that out to anyone other than you. I guess my mother was right about long engagements. I intend to make mine as short as possible, so you had better start planning it now if you want some fancy wedding.
I know I just brought the subject of marriage to you up twice in the same letter, so do not go reminding me by pointing that out when next you write.
So let us skip to the good part. You dream of me. What would your mother say? Most likely something about how all her plans are coming along as planned and what are the two of us wasting time for. She wants grandchildren now. Never mind that she already has five with two more on the way. Did you hear that Fred is expecting twins? If not, you have now. That poor witch who married him. I bet you they are even worst then he and his brother. Some how that only manages to make me smile all the more.
Back to the dreams, mind giving me any hints on what is in them? What would you say if you had an answer to them? I am not going to tell you anything more, so do not try begging. Those cow eyes of yours are too far away to have any sort of effect on me any how.
Love,
Draco Malfoy
November twenty-ninth, two or three in the morning
Draco is here, in my flat, in my bed, asleep as I am writing this very second. He showed up at my Muggles Studies class and sent the room into a dither. The girls took one look at the sleek frame and icy blonde hair and fell all over themselves try to make him comfortable. That cheap baggage Akiko went so far as to try and seduce him. Who the bloody hell does she think she is, trying to make moves on my boyfriend.
That's right, Malfoy is my boyfriend. Happy, happy day! And we just had even better sex then I ever dreamed of. I guess I should feel sorry about my loss of virginity, but I do not. Nothing makes me happier then the thought that I can have that gorgeous man any time I want him.
Draco Bloody Malfoy is mine!
Sorry so short, but hopefully you all will like it any way.
Lielabell