Letters to Anonymous
Dear Draco,
Yes. You're right. It's me. You're pretty sharp. I would have expected it to take a month for you to get it, not half of that. I'm smiling, you know. It's okay if you'll be shocked. I can understand. It is you, after all, Draco. I know Ron would get angry with me for not saying it was I. He doesn't like it when he doesn't know who or what something or someone is.
Okay, we'll continue with letters.
Draco, my life is always boring in the summer holidays. At least I'm able to live on my own, rather than with those horrible Dursleys. It's quite nice nearly being of age, isn't it?
About the friendship thing. I suppose I just… thought you looked like a Slytherin. Ron'd explained everything on the train before I'd got to the castle, and Hermione never shut up about what she'd read and she went on about it all through the boat journey. God…
Yeah, I just didn't really like the look of you and Ron told me to be careful of you, because you were Lucius Malfoy's son, and that Mr. Weasley didn't really like the Malfoy family. And neither did many other people.
What do you have against muggleborns, then?
Harry