Well, I'm glad that everyone who reviewed liked my story. I love you all! Well, this is my newest story, and I'm glad that it's going along well. 7 reviews for two chapters is ok, I presume. Well, we shouldn't be wasting our time reading writer's notes, so lets go!
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Cho smiled as she began her letter.
Dear Draco,
It's Cho...well isn't that obvious. What's up? I'm pretty much good.
You said that we should write about our personal lives. Well, I'll talk about that.
We live in a suburb of London and are very happy there. I live in a nice, modest home. I have one house elf, Erin, but we treat her nicely. She gets the same food as us and is more of a helper than a slave. I have 2 happy, together parents, and one eight-year-old sister named Maya. My dad is a muggle; he still calls Hogwarts "Hartywarts" because he can't remember very many wizard things. Muggles can be so dumb...well most at least. Maya is practicing for quidditch. She wants to be just like her big sister, Cho. (Me, of course...hehe)
At the current moment, I'm on my bed, writing this letter. It's pretty hot here, and I'm in a tank top and shorts, with the fan spilling death bite fast. I'm not allowed to use a cooling charm yet, as I'm not 17. Marietta went on a surprise cruise. She won some weird contest and got free tickets on a luxury cruise liner. I still don't understand how she won. She appears to be doing well. I'm just in my room, being sweaty. Summer heat...I've already taken two cold showers and it's noon...and I'm still ALL sweaty. God...I wish I would just turn 17 now! I've already done most of my homework already, and I'm just chilling out.
I miss my friends, but I'm glad that I don't have to deal with the stress of school. I can turn in a stress mess by October. Cedric's death didn't help me last year. I better get off Cedric, or I'll tell everything. I'd bore you, and I'm kinda secretive. Some of the things I haven't even told Marietta, who I tell most anything. I just hope I can get over him. It's really hard talking about him.
Well, I don't know much to talk about. Well, I guess, I have nothing else to say. I don't want to waste your time with my random babbling. Bye.
From,
Cho
Draco grinned as he began his letter.
Dear Cho,
Hello Cho. It's Draco, which you probably knew. Anyway, I'm going to go into me, as I said I would.
I live in a large manor in a suburb of London. My mom stays at home, and my dad is a governor. Dad's never home, but he makes it to important events for me. For example, in my second year, my dad made it to my first quidditch game. I was against Potter, and I fell off my broom onto my "build in airbag" while he got the glory of a win for Griffendor. Lovely first game, eh? Well, we never finished the season so it didn't mean much. Griffendor was in first place, though. Always gets the glory, Pothead. I have no siblings, but for the longest time I sincerely wanted one. Well, I have two house elves. Oh, and they are vermin treated slaves. We used have one named Dobby, but Harry Potter freed it. My dad almost killed him, but Dobby stopped him.
As of my current state, I'm lying on my bed, sipping pumpkin juice that my house elf, Aries, got me. My father is currently reprimanding my other house elf, Anamaria, because she didn't use the right cheese in his sandwich. Crazy, but my dad was born a filthy rich man (still is) and is used to getting what ever he pleases. Yes, some of my actions ARE because my father said to do it. I do virtual no chores, Aries and Anamaria do them. I know I should help them, but dad would punish me, saying, "Draco, that's what house elves are for." Sure, he's right, but Granger's SPEW is a pretty good idea. Not to say that Muggleborns are amazing, but I might as hell join. Maybe, just maybe, though. Weasel and Pothead think its scum. Maybe it is. I don't know enough about it, I guess.
Well, I cannot relate to you, Cedric-wise, though I wish I could. I do have a heart. My dad just doesn't. He gives me such a reputation.
In your next letter, we'll talk about a very special person. I want to know more about Cedric and you.
Well, I have to go to dinner. Dad is probably going to talk about how Pansy Parkinson and me should get married when we leave school. I hate that slut!
From,
Draco
Cho stared at Draco's letter, a smile plastered on her face. She began writing.
Dear Draco,
It's Cho. I'm really in a good mood today. It's not too hot today. I'm in my room, writing. Your letter was relatable. I hate Pansy Parkinson with a passion, and joining SPEW sounds cool. I've never met your father, but he has a nasty reputation. Well, I'm glad I can talk about Cedric. I tried talking to Harry Potter about it, but he got really uncomfortable about it and kept changing the subject. It was hard for me to talk about it, but I guess I was hard on Harry. I'm so glad you're so keen on listening.
Cedric was my best friend growing up, even though we were two years apart. He lived in my neighborhood, and we would play from dawn to dusk. Oh, those were the days. We went to Pre-Hogwarts together, even though we were in different grades.
When Cedric got his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, we had a large party. I didn't see him for 2 years after that. Though we wrote, it was pretty hard.
My 1st year was amazing. It was great to be able to see Cedric again. He wasn't on the quidditch team yet, but he was back up seeker. I got to see him again, and it was neat.
Then, in my 4th year (his 6th) we were drafted into the seeker position. It was fun to play against each other. He was really good; he beat Harry Potter. But Harry had a dementor attack, so he really couldn't be blamed. Cedric's dad didn't understand about the dementor attack, so he bragged about Cedric's playing skills. It even drove Cedric nuts. His father finally shut up.
That was also the year that Cedric and me got together. He was so charming at the age of 16, and I said yes without resistance. I thought I loved Cedric, but I'm not so sure now. I think I just liked him a lot. We hung out a lot.
In my 5th year (his final—7th), he got into the Tri-wizard Tournament. I was so excited. Harry Potter somehow got in too, and I knew that he liked me. It got harder to be with Cedric that year, with the tournament and with Harry. Harry asked me to the Yule Ball. I felt so bad saying no and crushing his heart. I had already said yes to Cedric, and Harry didn't know that we were going out. Most people didn't know. It was mostly a secret.
The 3rd task and final task came, with Harry and Cedric tied. I was rooting for Cedric, but in my heart I wanted them to tie. They tied, and the trophy turned into a portkey. They were transmitted to Lord Voldemort, where Harry watched Cedric being murdered. I remember so clearly as a bloody Harry Potter walked out of the portkey, carrying Cedric's dead body. I had never been so scared and sad.
He was my first boyfriend, the one who gave me my first kiss. He was my first friend, my best friend for all those years. Gone. Never to be seen again. I sometimes cry at night. I miss him so much. I spent most of my 6th year crying. Everything was connected to him. I cried so much that it was scaring me. Everyone was so worried about me, and I felt so helpless. Harry Potter tried his best, but he is a bit tactless, and I snapped so easily. I apologized on the last day. We are still good friends.
I still dream at night that all of that tri-wizard stuff never happened, and I was laying on Cedric's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. But then I wake up, and I realize it was just a dream.
I'm still healing, but I'm learning how to stop crying so easily. I'm not as moody anymore, and I keep myself busy. I know that part of me will refuse to heal, but I know that it's ok. I just hope that it won't interfere with the rest of my life.
Well, Maya wants me to help her learn to fly. I expect she'll turn out to be a good player. Well, good-bye.
Luv--no
Xox--no
From--no
Oh, I don't know what I should put,
Cho 3
Draco sighed. "That girl really did love him." He said as he began to write.
Dear Cho,
It's Draco. What you said about Cedric would make him proud that he meant so much to you. It's kind of good to a guy's ego. Cedric sounds like such a great guy. You two sounded like such a great couple. It's such a tragedy that he died. I don't know what I'd do if the girl I loved (she doesn't currently exist...) died. Well, my grandma died a year before I was born. I can't write about her, because I never knew her. I don't know whom I'm going to write about, honestly. I did this so you could talk about Cedric, as I knew you wanted to so bad. Lets see...my dad is too, well strict...my mom maybe...Crabbe and Goyle are just my loyal sidekicks...Pansy Parkinson is a slut I'm supposed to love...I don't...I guess I'll have to do my mom. Everyone thinks I'm such an idiot.
My mom is very sweet. She's always been there for me. What else can I say? My mom is sweet but a little on the boring side.
Sorry I couldn't say much more, but I have NO way with words. I have none of the passion that you had with your letter. I wish that I could have a girl who could write things like that about me. I guess that I should show off the heart I have. I guess I'm jealous of the other guys. My bitterness might explain my lack of girlfriends. I just wish I could get one. Are you single? Oh, I'm only joking. I'm also trying to be funnier, nice funny though. If that was hurtful, I'll allow you to floo powder over here and slap me. That ok?
I'll just put this because I'm not in a cross-out mood. Don't ask me any questions about what I wrote.
Love,
Draco
Well, there concludes the 3rd and 4th letters of these two soon-to-be- lovebirds. (SEQUAL!) Oh, and this is the 2nd of 9 weeks.
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