A Simple Letter
Author's note – I blame this on too much vodka, loud music and dried strawberries!
Disclaimer – I don't own anything. Not even vodka. I finished it. It was sad. But, at this moment, I don't own any characters in this story.
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Draco Malfoy paced his bedroom in the Hogwarts dungeons like a trapped animal. He didn't know what to do…about anything. A person watching from the doorway would of seen the normally composed 'Prince of Slytherin' alternating between wringing his hands and running his hands through his pale blonde hair, whilst pacing. All of which were distinctly un-Malfoyish things to do. But Draco was desperate. Suddenly, he stopped, and began talking to himself…
"Maybe I could send him a letter. He wouldn't have to know it was from me. I could be a mystery admirer. Draco old chap…that's the perfect plan you have thought of there!"
Draco's next problem was how to start this letter. 'Dear Boy-Who-Lived' sounded a bit…retarded. But he didn't want to seem to eager. The Malfoy family also frowned upon eagerness as a weakness. In fact, any display of emotion was frowned upon – particularly by his part-veela father, Lucius. Draco and his mother never really knew how to act around Lucius when he was in one of his 'moods'. The consequences of saying or doing the wrong thing were not worth the satisfaction of seeing his father snap. The chilling power that seemed to draw men and women to him like flies only served to alienate his wife and son.
So Draco decided to start the letter with 'dear Potter'. And that was the easy part, thought Draco now for my feelings.
Dear Potter,
As this week will see the commencement of our final year at Hogwarts, I have decided to come clean about my feelings for you. My plan for this year is to completely and utterly seduce you, so that you forget how our past was, and look towards a future that I hope includes me.
Sincerely,
Your admirer.
p.s. All of this is working under the assumption that you haven't suddenly turned straight after the summer with your Muggles and the Weasleys
Perfect. I'll get one of the school owls to deliver it to him first thing in the morning And with that thought Draco fell asleep.
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Harry Potter woke up to the sound of something repetitively tapping at the window to his dorm room. Reaching for his glasses he stumbled over to his window, letting the tawny owl in. The owl blinked at Harry, then stuck out it's leg. Harry slowly took the letter, failing to notice that his hands were shaking in anticipation . This was the first letter he was to receive this school year. Harry knew that marking such anniversaries was stupid, yet it filled him with a sense of timing. A knowledge of when things had happened. Not that he celebrated many of these anniversaries. Just acknowledged their passing.
Shuffling over to his rumpled bed Harry looked at the letter. After staring blankly at it for what seemed like hours, Harry broke the wax seal on the envelope . Seeing that the letter started with 'Dear Potter', he was unsure who would write to him in such a tone. Harry read the letter…
Dear Potter,
As this week will see the commencement of our final year at Hogwarts, I have decided to come clean about my feelings for you. My plan for this year is to completely and utterly seduce you, so that you forget how our past was, and look towards a future that I hope includes me.
Sincerely,
your admirer.
p.s. All of this is working under the assumption that you haven't suddenly turned straight after the summer with your Muggles and the Weasleys
Harry fell back onto his bed. He had an admirer! Not a member of his fan club, obviously, as they had alluded to a past that wasn't exactly positive. He tried to think of the boys who he had a past with, but his shocked thoughts kept returning to his crush – Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin.
Harry hadn't admitted this crush to his friends yet. Hermione and Ron, and most of the school knew he was gay – in act Hermione had figured it out for herself. But Harry shuddered to think of what his friend's reactions would be if they knew he was in love with Malfoy – the boy who had made their school life as difficult as he could without being punished by the teachers.