My love for you is like a shadow,

An insensible thing, visible in the not-seen depths.

As you stride upward, towards the violent sun

My love has no choice, following, unheeded, after.

Yet when you plunge down towards the ground,

When shadows swallow you into their dark,

Perhaps, only then, you'll feel my love surround you.

Like a shadow, constant and undaunted.

It wasn't really what Draco wanted to say, but it would do. It was the unshaded counterpart to what he really wanted to write. But that, that would take more work, more precision, than he had today. Today his mind, his entire being ached to relax. Not that he could, not really. Quiddich was absorbing more of his time, and Potions Class didn't understand the concept of "too busy" either, and he wanted to at least make a start on learning the Elder Futhark today, before class - if nothing else, to rub Granger's nose in the "I Know More than You Do" way. After all, she didn't need to know that he hadn't know this from childhood, but instead had made a concerted effort to learn it before class itself started.

Gently, quietly, he nudged the letter out, off the upper alcove that he currently lay in. As he had suspected (from the earlier, unexpected wind in his hair), it floated there, for a moment, and then bobbed. He watched, confused and a bit daunted. Was it - did it know enough to get this to Granger? Would it pin, somehow, despite the probable lack of hands, bind it to an owl? Or would Granger look up at breakfast to find nothing?

Draco wasn't sure he wanted to see that look on her face. He'd put it there all too often already - it hurt substantially less when he did it on purpose. Like the Seeker he was, he was off, lightly bouncing down the ladder, and following the floating paper, glad that it hadn't been concealed into invisibility itself.

The sprite giggled at him, as it (probably deliberately) took him roaming down dusty passages.

Of course, that was a good thing, otherwise, he'd have had to explain why he was chasing a floating letter, rather than Accioing it.

[a/n: Reader is invited to think about Potter watching Draco's name on the map.

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