Name of Story: Letters

Disclaimer: You Tarzan. Me not Jo Rowling. big smile

Pairing & Characters: Surprise

Summary: Someone at Hogwarts replies to a pen-pal ad in 'Wizard's Weekly'.

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Harry re-read D166's response in shock, shaking his head.

No, it can't be. It can't be him! Anyone but him…

But there was no-one else in Harry's year who matched the description of Dragon. Who had a hot best friend. Who admittedly looked to be gay or bi. Who would spend so much money on someone, just to buy them clothes.

It had to be Draco Malfoy.

Harry blinked as he reached this conclusion. What the hell had happened to the denial stage? It wasn't fair, he was happier when he was in denial. Now he had to wake up and smell the roses. He either had to kiss, or be kissed by, Draco Malfoy before the sun set today.

Today was, of course, Valentine's Day. It was three months since Harry had placed the pen-pal ad in Wizard's Weekly, hoping that someone would reply and he would be able to be himself instead of being just 'Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Goddamn-Die'.

It seemed as though that tag would become redundant today, because Malfoy was going to kill him.

They had been writing to each other since before Christmas, not knowing who the other was. Harry had spoken about his friends without mentioning any names, and read about Malfoy's (gorgeous) best friend, Blaise Zabini, without even knowing it.

Shit.

Harry stood wearily, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Malfoy would surely be at lunch, ready to rip into Harry in front of the whole school. He wasn't going to enjoy being publicly humiliated by his rival, but he supposed it was better to get it over and done with.

Harry pulled on his robe, and stood to leave. It was Friday, so he'd had a free morning – no classes. He had Potions after lunch though; that was going to be a nightmare. Harry shuddered just thinking about it.

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Draco Malfoy wasn't much happier than Harry was, although he couldn't say that he wasn't happy about the raven-haired boy having to kiss him. Draco was going to make it as embarrassing as possible for the other young man.

Blaise Zabini looked up from the Daily Prophet. The two of them were currently sitting at the Slytherin House table, waiting for Draco's 'date' to show up. Draco hadn't let him in on the secret of the other guy's identity, but Blaise was smart enough to guess who it was from the evil grin gracing Draco's face.

Blaise and Draco had only recently become close, and only after Draco's parents had disowned him at Halloween for not becoming a Death Eater. Blaise shivered – who the hell would want to be a Death Eater anyway? Just the name was enough to turn you off.

Blaise's parents were, thankfully, American and so had no major tendencies toward either the Dark or the Light. It was really only the UK and Europe that were affected by Voldemort, though other wizarding nations occasionally had a look-in. Voldemort seemed centered around his home turf.

The Zabini's had come to England to get away from his grandparents, who weren't going to allow them to marry. They let Blaise choose which side he wanted to be on for himself, and he had chosen Potter over Voldemort after much consideration.

However long the two Slytherins had been friends, they had been 'together' first, and so were easily able to read the other's emotions. True, they had only lasted a month together, but it was still enough to become very close. And they were still friends, which was good.

Blaise turned his head towards the doors of the Great Hall as he heard the whispering around him increase. His year-mates weren't exactly stupid either, and they could pretty much all read Draco like a book. Therefore, they all (well, except for Crabbe and Goyle) knew that it was Potter that their 'Prince' had been writing to for the last couple of months.

And Potter had just walked in through the doors.

Draco stood, and walked towards the sixteen-year-old. Blaise reluctantly folded up his newspaper and followed the blonde. He watched as Granger and Weasley came to stand behind Harry (probably having no idea what this was about, but that didn't matter), arms folded. Theodore Nott had followed Blaise to even up the numbers.

The group of five left the Hall, Draco unwilling to cause a huge scene. A small one would do just fine.

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Harry wondered why Draco didn't want to humiliate him in front of the entire school, then shrugged it off.

Wait.

Ijust called him 'Draco', didn't I? Oh Merlin…

Harry breathed in inaudibly, trying to calm himself before the inevitable wave broke over him. He slowly came to a stop when Dra- Malfoy did and turned to face his pen-pal.

He stood uncomfortably as Malfoy looked him over. Wait – was he checking Harry out? Well, whatever it was, it was awkward. Harry shifted as he stood, and waited.

Eventually, it happened. Drac- Malfoy! stopped looking him over and his eyes came to a halt on Harry's face. His grey eyes, Harry noticed for the first time. The same colour as the storm that was currently raging outside.

All of a sudden, Draco swooped down on Harry and pulled him into a deep kiss. Harry froze in shock, and Draco – Malfoy – oh hell, Draco slid his arms around Harry's waist. Harry slowly relaxed, and began to take more of an active role in the kiss.

He vaguely heard Hermione and Ron gasp behind him as his arms came up and went around Draco's neck. The blonde was only a few inches taller than him, but it made for a strange angle in kissing if Harry left his arms by his side.

Draco ran his tongue lightly over Harry's bottom lip, and Harry gasped. Draco skimmed his tongue around Harry's lips once before delving into the emerald-eyed Gryffindor's sweet-tasting mouth.

Now Harry could hear the two Slytherins behind Draco chuckling quietly. Disconcerted, he broke the kiss (with a slight pang of regret, though that went unnoticed), and glared at them.

"What?" he asked. Draco was also chuckling quietly now. "What?" he repeated, more annoyed now. Hermione came to stand behind him, and tapped Harry on the shoulder. He turned around. "What?" he asked, softer this time.

"Ahem. Harry? Are you feeling OK, mate?" Ron asked hesitantly. Harry chanced a glance over at Ron, and saw that his friend was looking pretty green in the face – which really didn't clash well with his red hair.

"I'm feeling fine, Ron. Why do you ask?" Harry grinned nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just been exchanging saliva with his rival.

"Hmmm," Ron sighed, and turned away. The red-head left, leaving Harry and Hermione looking after him in shock.

"What, no angry outburst, Weasel? I have just ravaged your best friend's mouth without his permission, as far as you know, and you aren't hexing me or anything?" Draco drawled. Ron didn't even turn around, he just kicked a suit of armour (which grumbled at him, but subsided as he was used to being kicked) and continued on his way.

Harry was hurt by Ron's apparent rejection of him. And then, of course, he realised precisely where he was – standing off to the side of the Entrance Hall, his arms around Draco Malfoy's neck and said person's arms around Harry's waist.

Harry pulled away, and stared at Draco.

"Why did you do that?" he asked. Draco smirked.

"We had a deal. Although I suppose you found me first, I initiated first contact. I win," the Slytherin explained with the smug smirk sticking to his features. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"So you're D166," she grinned. "Who knew you could be so thoughtful?" she murmured, and Draco looked mockingly wounded.

"Milady, I am the most thoughtful person in Slytherin. Compared to Crabbe and Goyle, I'm as thoughtful as Buddha," he grinned. Harry was taken aback – was Draco teasing Hermione? In a nice way?

Merlin's beard.

He was.

Blaise was still struggling not to laugh, and Draco turned to look at him. "Problem?" he asked. Blaise shook his head, and clapped a hand to his mouth. Hermione glanced at him, and shook her head.

Theo just looked confused. He had paid almost no attention to the pen-pal Draco had had, preferring to keep in touch with his own pen-pals, and write stories and things. Theo was quite the author – he had entered three competitions at Hogwarts already, and won all of them.

"I'm sure, Malfoy," she kidded. Draco shrugged and gave an Evil Grin™. Harry, Theo and Blaise watched this with amazement – Hermione seemed to have accepted Draco's sudden personality swing with surprising ease. Harry, gathering his courage, asked her why. She turned to him in surprise.

"Haven't you noticed? You and Malfoy haven't fought for months!" she exclaimed. "He's been pretty nice to me in MS, Arithmancy and Ancient Runes," she further explained.

"I have, haven't I?" Draco agreed. Blaise nodded, thinking about it.

"I think that your last fight was right near the beginning of sixth year, about Draco here making fun of Weasel's robes," he frowned.

"Good memory, B.," muttered Theo. Blaise grinned at him.

"Wow, Slytherins not being total jerks? What alternate reality have I woken up in?" Harry joked. Theo punched him playfully on the shoulder, then had the courage to pull Hermione's hair. She shrieked, and ran after him as he sprinted off, giggling like a girl.

Blaise, Draco and Harry shook themselves to make sure they weren't seeing things. Nope, they weren't.

Harry turned back to Draco. "So… what do we do now?" he asked the blonde tentatively.

"Friends first, I guess," Draco sighed.

"Friends? Not after that kiss, my good man," Blaise grinned, and shoved Harry so that the Gryffindor landed in Draco's arms. "Kissy-kissy!" he crowed, and Harry and Draco shrugged.

"If you say so," Draco grinned, making his idea clear to Harry by way of eye-message. Harry received the message loud and clear, and nodded. Together, they lunged at Blaise, and planted sloppy, wet kisses on his cheeks.

Blaise laughed, shocked, and wiped the drool from his blushing cheeks. "Well, I meant each other, actually…" he trailed off as Hermione and Theo ran past. He snagged Hermione around the waist, giving Theo a change to get away. She glared at him, and he grinned at her.

"Sorry, lady. Can't have you mangling my friend, can I?" he snorted as she tried every trick in the book to get away.

Harry and Draco, meanwhile, were discussing the contents of their letters, and arranging a time and place for them to compare wardrobes. Draco's was obviously going to be larger – he had had sixteen more years to compile his collection than Harry had.

Harry, hearing the struggle between Hermione and Blaise, looked over at them. He offered a suggestion to Hermione. "Kiss him!" he shouted. Hermione grinned wickedly, and did just that. Blaise still didn't let her go, though. She broke away, gasping for air.

Blaise just went back for more, and Hermione consented quite willingly.

Harry shook his head as Theo got near enough to Hermione for her to exact revenge, but she still didn't move from her position in Blaise's arms.

"Matchmaking now, are we?" Draco muttered in his ear.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Harry whispered back, and caught Draco by surprise as he kissed him.

What a nice fairy-tale ending this is, Draco thought, satisfied. Unexpected, but nice.

And Ron was never seen, nor heard from ever again. Hermione and Blaise married and had fifteen kids. Harry and Draco still write letters to each other, but they are soppy, romantic ones that are exchanged over breakfast every day.

And Voldemort, you may ask?

He died of chicken pox.

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The SilverSnitch Replies

Ashlee: Heh, Kailee and Ashlee – LOL. Thanks for reviewing. I'm glad you found it funny – did you like the ending for this chapter? I'm a slasher too – can't get enough of the stuff. LMAO. .

thrnbrooke: Well, here you go. They meet! LOL.

lady of the green eyes: Thanks! Sadly this is the final chapter. :P

angelkitty77: I suppose I did make it pretty obvious about who it was. I was kind of aiming for obvious .

cheddarcheezy: Well, thanks for thinking that – I think it's still interesting, LOL! Who said it was a one-shot? Hmmm? LOL. It is over now, though.

deshijessi: Thanks! I hope you liked this chapter – although it's the last, I had fun writing it. It was a plot bunny that I had to get rid of before I could continue with chapter fourteen of my long-chap-fic.

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Writa: LOL, I did make it fairly easy to figure out, didn't I? Thanks for reviewing!

indie-rollie: Did you like their reactions? I struggled to make it realistic, then gave up and went with humour :P.

Silverone3: Oh la, la! I continued! Hope you likey this one too!

pixyfairy120: Thanks! I love compliments:D

Fossilized: Thank you so much! I was kinda aiming for ironic – and humorous – and obvious. LOL – I was aiming for a lot of things, eh?

This was just a short ficlet to satisfy a plot bunny. Her name is Hermione and she bites me when I don't write her short stories. I'm supposed to be working on Once More With Feeling my long chapter-story. But I needed a distraction. So, I hope you liked it! Now I have to go write chapter fourteen of OMWF, and draft out the next three. :P Ciao!