Saturday the 1st of July, 1995.

Morning came. Not bright, but early. A fragrant mug of coffee warmed my hands. Having posted my letter the previous day, I expected to receive a reply along with the morning post, but there was nothing. Oh well, I guess Trelawney wasn't feeling up to responding just yet. I was sure she would respond whether she accepted or declined my request, as she couldn't deny herself the opportunity to simper for her best and brightest.

Thankfully, it was Saturday. My friends and I would have the whole weekend to chill out together. Hermione finished studying for her O.W.L.s back in June, and Ron never planned on starting. After a pleasant breakfast, we strolled our way through the maze-like corridors, past many watchful eyes, and up the spiralling staircases that led to Gryffindor Tower. As soon as we entered, I took control of the common room record player, taking out the record in it and swapping it for some smooth jazz Sirius sent me. I'd be leaving soon enough anyway.

I felt relaxed. I had no unfinished business at Hogwarts. Not much went on in its halls besides all the rumours. That's where the fun was. People had been guessing that I was gay. They didn't think Ron was, though. They knew how much he liked Hermione. They thought I was gay because I showed little interest in my partner at the ball last year, or in dating people. And watchful eyes saw my eyes be a little too watchful of Draco. But if I hadn't been eyeing him up all the time, I'd have been bored dead. But I tried asking him out. He doesn't like me.

There was another rumour. That the Dark Lord wanted Trelawney. That it wasn't safe for her to leave Hogwarts. This one came from the Slytherins. I doubted it. The Dark Lord wasn't a joke like she was. She was definitely a talentless crackpot and the Dark Lord; he took every step as though it could spell his end. Last summer I saw the Order make dozens of traps for the Dark Lord and his retinue. They were costly… for the Order. Every plan cost lives in exchange for nothing.

"Harry, shouldn't you be studying divination like you told Sirius you would? You can't apprentice in it if you can't understand it." Hermione chided, rousing me from my reverie.

"Yes I can." I said simply, hoping she'd leave it be and let me continue reading the Japanese magazine Sirius recommended me.

It was called "Weekly Shōnen Jump". After learning that Sirius had a 15-year-old godson he was the guardian of, the muggle therapist he was seeing talked about what their children enjoyed, and, not satisfied with just "sports" said that his son and their friends enjoyed reading Japanese comics called Shōnen and recommended the magazine in particular. I was reading "JoJo's Bizarre Adventures" in an older issue they sent along, and I was hooked. It was bold and didn't shy away from gruesome themes, which was refreshing to see.

"Humph". She said in a resigned voice. "But you should at least post a letter to Draco like I asked. I really do think he'll respond better to something more formal. He'll feel as though you're finally maturing."

"Fine, I'll give it a try. I still don't have much hope in it working, though." And with that said, I set down my magazine in my bookbag, and made the journey over to one of the common room desks.

As I took out my writing equipment my hands trembled. This was probably going to be my only shot at winning Draco over. Worrying, however, wasn't going to help me. I let the smooth jazz take over, and chill me to the very depths of hell. It worked. I felt chilled to absolute zero. But I didn't feel inspired. I realized that I'm just not a very creative person. Oh well, I had to give it a shot if I wanted Draco.

Dear Draco,

Ever since we first met in Madam Malkin's, I've seen nothing but nobility and grace in your spirit. You offered me the olive branch of friendship twice, and nothing I've been offered before has ever been so tempting. No matter the animosity between us, I'll always see you as the dignified, pure-hearted man you truly are. I deeply regret that we ever came into conflict with one another.

There are also no men as handsome as you in these hallowed halls. You walk deftly in a body you surely must have been blessed with by the gods. It is as though your herculean frame was carved by one of the greatest sculptors out of the purest marble, the only things fitting enough to bring a true reflection of the nobility of your spirit to life. Draco, it would be an honour if you would go on a date with me.

Yours Sincerely, Harry.

I climbed the ascent to the owlery with trepidation. Was Hermione right? Was this truly the key to Draco's heart? With steps upon steps of century old stone, I allowed myself to simply enjoy the world for what it was. A light breeze buffeted my face as I made my way up, and while it was cool, I did not feel cold as I was dressed for the weather. Then I heard a chorus soft hoots and picked Hedwig out from the crowd. I felt even warmer, then.

As I finished tying my serenade to Hedwig's leg, a voice suddenly startled me. "Who are you sending that to?"

The voice belonged to Ron. "You know who." I replied.

Ron went pale. "Y-you're s-sending th-that t-to V-v-voldemort?" He squawked in shock.

I stared at him with the most disappointed glare I could muster and audibly sighed. "No."

"Oh, you're sending it to Sirius."

"No." I waited for Ron to come to the obvious conclusion. And waited. And waited.

"Then… who?" Ron wasn't even out of the loop. He'd heard about my crush on Draco from numerous people numerous times. I felt shocked.

"Draco."

"Oh yeah. That makes sense."