A/N: Wow, I got 3 reviews! That's good, anyway I hope you like it.
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Harry Potter, otherwise known as the Boy Who Really Did Live, was walking around his house in a pair of boxers. "You, should really consider shaving, the rugged look works better on that handsome Draco Malfoy." shouted the mirror as Harry looked at himself. "Shut up!" Harry retored to the mirror that Ron had gotten for him as a present.
"I'm not the one afraid of Barney," taunted the mirror.
"Shut up. Barney can be very traumatizing for a 4 year old especially if he's chasing you because you accidentally set his tail on fire." said Harry as me made his way toward the kitchen.
Peck, peck, peck
"I'm coming, I'm coming," muttered Harry as a large eagle-owl flew in. "Sure, why don't you make yourself right at home? What do you have for me?Candy, flowers, under garments, or better yet death wishes?" asked Harry.
The owl just dropped an envelope and flew off. After reading the letter Harry was amazed at how they knew. They must be very talented he thought. How could they know that? I might as well right back.
Dear Problem Solver,
I am a very important person, so I think that I am doing a great deed by writing back to you. I don't know who you are, you could be a drug addict, crossdresser, fag, dead person, or a psycho. For all I know you can be all of the above. Anyways, since you want to know my problem i'll tell you. I like this person I need advice on how to be suave.
With Second Thoughts,
Loveless
I wonder if they can really help me? thought Harry as he tied his letter to Hedwig and watched her fly off. Might as well eat something and shave, maybe, thought Harry as he walked off.
"Hey, look, I have mail," Ginny stated as she picked up the envelope that was on her bed.
Holy crap! How did they find out, about my relationship. Might as well write back and see if these people can help me out.
Dear Cupid ll,
I don't think your name is accurate since I am already in love, and you don't have to make me fall in love, since that is what cupids usually do. Maybe you were high on drugs when you choose your name, or maybe your parents were high on drugs when they named you. You know drugs are bad for you and if your parents were high on drugs when they had you then there's a chance that you are mentally challenged or deformed. Maybe that's why you choose a retarded name? That is just my opinion not to get your feathers ruffled.
Back to my problem, I've been going out with this guy for over a year now, and I need help breaking it to my family. My parents wouldn't approve, being who they are, and my brothers would probably kill him. So if you can help me out great.
Sincerely,
Juliet
P.S. You might reconsider the name, or quit using drugs.
Hermione stepped out of the shower and wrapped a blue bath robe around herself. "I don't have anything to do today," she muttered to herself, as she towel dried her hair.
"Let's see, Ginny is off somewhere, Luna is hunting one of those weird creatures she belives in, Fred and George are running the shop, Ron is shagging Lavender, and Harry disappeared." she continued as she walked towards her room, to pick something to wear.
"You dam, evil bird, you!" shouted Hermione as she tried to get the bird who was attacking her hair off. "Get off! Get off!" she shouted until if finally flew away dropping a letter on her head. "They have to be off their rocker to think i'll help them." Hermione stated after she finished reading the letter. "But it will give me something to do, since I have no life."
Dear Confused,
First of all I would like to say, that I hate your bird. I think it was on speed. Did you lose your memory, or is this some sort of sick joke? Anyways, to help you I need to know how you lost your memory, did you hit your head, maybe?
Then I need to know when this happened. I'm also going to have to ask you if you remember anything at all, for example your name. You might also tell me where you're at or describe your surroundings. Also, tell me if there is powder around you. You might have been high, hit your head and lost your memory. If there is don't touch or sniff it, drugs are BAD! This is all for now.
Get Well Soon,
Healer
The three letters were owled back to who ever sent it. Harry, Hermione, and Ginny not knowing they were all writing to Draco Malfoy.
A/N: There you go the 2nd chapter woo-hoo! I think i'm going to alternate and have Harry, Hermione, Ginny one chapter then the other chapter Draco.
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