Dear Hermione Granger,

It's Harry if you didn't guess by the white owl. How was your first week of summer? All I've been doing is chores and made some fish sing. But don't worry! I've been keeping up on my studies, reading every night or whenever I can. I miss Hogwarts so much already, don't you? Have you kept in touch with Ron because he hasn't sent me an owl yet…? Anyways, I hope you're having a wonderful summer!

Fanfic: what would it be like to date Draco Malfoy?

Your friend,

Harry J. Potter

Harry folded the parchment into its envelope and given it to Hedwig. He sighed as he saw his owl fly out the small window to the horizon. He was extremely jealous of him, as Harry has trapped inside of his personal hell Hedwig on the other hand could fly free. Soaring through the sky, not worrying about if his friends remembered to write to him or thinking from time to time if running away would be a possibility. The Dursleys had not changed from the time Harry was away, it wasn't surprising really. They were too wrapped up in their ways, cemented to their ideals. There was no room for change or Harry.

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That letter had been sent just about a month ago to his friend. In return, he had received no reply, no scrap of parchment from the book worm or the Weasly boy. But he guessed it was okay, people get busy, right? People make promises during the school year and never fulfill them by the summer holiday. The young wizard understood that Ron was being the guinea pig for the twins' and Hermione had studying to attend to.

"Harry!" a voice shouted from down stairs but he ignored it, continuing his potions book. "Harry don't make me come up and get you!" the voice was louder and more angry this time. He shut his book and moseyed on downstairs, in the kitchen there was a pile of post in front of Uncle Vernon. Harry hoped all those letters were for him, just like the year before.

Don't be so greedy! A voice in his head called out in his head.

"Yes, Vernon?" Harry said as he dodged Dudley and one of his thugs.

"This is for you." Vernon handed the boy a single sheet of paper and his heart jumped, it was a letter. He reached out for it and from the moment Harry's hand had touched it, he knew it was not parchment. It couldn't have been anything to do with Hogwarts.

This single sheet of paper was a note written anonymously, Mr. Dursley mentioned he had found it taped on the front door.

Please cage your animal, it has pooped in my garden multiple times and had damaged my tomato vines. I am not afraid to call animal control.

Thank you.

"Do you know what this means boy?"

"Uh, no sir." Harry was now being poked and prodded by Dudley and his goon and if they didn't stop it this…

"The pigeon must stay inside!" uncle Vernon exploded with his fist slamming onto the table. The pinching, poking, and prodding stopped immediately afterwards.

"But Hedwig needs the fresh air, she can't be caged, she's an animal!"

"That's exactly why! Animals were meant to be caged, just look at the zoo!" he gestured wildly with his arms, "Its staying in the cage. Besides, we don't want any of your freaky wizard friends coming to the house. No siree." Aunt petunia placed a cup of tea before Uncle Vernon to calm him down.

"Please don't argue with your uncle, he has more important things to do back in reality." She shooed him upstairs and harry locked himself in his new room.

He wanted to tell Vernon and Petunia what it was like living with them. He hated them so much. Especially Dudley, he didn't know what it was like not being spoiled. To not be loved in all directions. To have his parents killed right in front of him before he could even comprehend what death was. Dudley was everything Harry hated. But he also had everything Harry had ever wanted. He had his own home, parents who loved him, friends and hell, he even had a girlfriend at age 12.

Harry barely knew what it was like to be loved.

The story Dudley told to his friends echoed throughout Harry's mind. "Harry's parents had died in a car accident, they wanted to get away from him and that was the easiest way." He knew it wasn't true but it still hurt him. An unpleasant though appeared in his head;

What if his parents didn't fight back you-know-who because there was not chance in trying to fight? That they'd rather die than see what would happen next, what would happen to Harry.

He had thought to himself, it's been almost a month and there's been no letters sent to him…

Maybe Ron didn't care about him, he wanted to get close to him because he saw harry blow his money on the sweet cart. Hermione probably though it would be fitting for the most famous wizard in the world should be friends or even paired with the smartest witch their age.

Of all the people harry had met, they were just interested in his story and not him.

He wanted to disappear. Harry shoved his head into the thin pillow he had brought from the small cupboard. Except… one person.

Draco Malfoy.

He had never asked questions or relished in Harry's fame or fortune. He didn't talk to him in a condescending way like Malfoy Sr. or like other jealous wizards and Harry liked his attention. Honestly Harry had never felt this way about anyone, not even girls got this far into Harry's mind. It was refreshing thought, for someone not treating him differently because he was the boy-who-lived. So, Harry picked up his quill and grabbed some parchment.

"Hedwig, you're going on a mission."

Dear Draco Malfoy,

(A/N:

So I've decided I will be posting every Monday and every other Thursday, it all depends on how the past chapter went/ if it was too short or too long. Its so tempting to post this right away! I almost posted it wensday because I was really excited, but I must pace myself. This wont be a terribly long fanfic, so it might just be 10 chapters long

At the moment I cannot read my inbox because my account is acting up. Dont let that stop you from messaging me! I love interacting with my readers! Thank you so much for continual reads! And as always I posted this on AO3

Drarry soon to come!)