I know this one is short but I had to get it out of the way for the next one. It will be longer, I promise.

Harry,

I attached a letter to everyone's favourite Weaselette. Go ahead and read it if you want.

I don't think you should worry about what she thinks. You aren't with her anymore. You're mine.

She needs to bloody well back off. Punch her if you have to. Don't allow her to as much as touch you.

I mean it.

Draco

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Ginerva,

I have recently been informed that you are still pining over my boyfriend, the ever-so-talented Harry Potter.

I hope you realize that he is very much a gay man, and you more than likely forced him to go that way. He has moved on to bigger and better (much better) things.

I really do suggest you move on. Zabini always likes you, maybe you should try dating him. He's definitely not gay.

-D.M.

Harry laughed as he read the letter meant for Ginny and decided very quickly to pass it on to her. Re-sealing it and reattaching it to Pip's leg he sent him back out the window.

"Deliver it to Ginny at breakfast," he said and the owl flew off in the direction of the owlery.

"Get up Ron," Harry said and pulled on his foot before gathering up his clothes and heading to the loo, intent on getting ready for the day.

Harry's stomach was doing flip-flops. Having arrived back at Hogwarts on a Tuesday and starting class the next day, it hit Harry that he would see Draco in two day's time. He had decided that he would leave early Saturday morning for Grimmauld Place, spend the night, and leave late Sunday night. It wasn't a lot of time, but it was all he could manage.

Not that it needed to be said, but Harry was more than ready to get his classes over with.

Hermione was ready at about the same time Harry was, so they went down to breakfast together.

"Was Ron awake?" Hermione said in a bored tone.

Harry nodded. "I woke him up before I left."

"Good. Thank you."

"You're his girlfriend, not his mum," Harry said with a laugh. "You don't have to make sure he's on time."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Someone has to. Plus, his mum asked to to. She knows how he is more than anyone."

There were thundering footsteps down the corridor. Both Hermione and Harry turned around and say Ron tearing toward them, his hair still damp and his robes and tie undone.

"Why did you bloody leave me?" He panted as he caught up with them, slinging an arm around Hermione's shoulders and planting his other hand on Harry's shoulder.

"We always leave you," Harry said, looking from Ron's hand to his face. "Why is today any different?"

"I'm tired of you leaving me," Ron said with a wheeze. "Why can't we go down together like we used to?"

"Because you're lazy and we're hungry?" Hermione supplied, looking up at Ron with an amused twinkle in her eye.

Harry snorted in his hand, glancing over to Hermione. "That's it, I think."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Thanks for ganging up on me. I'm sure Malfoy would take my side if he were here. You would probably end up waiting on him."

"Probably," Harry admitted. "He's such a sodding girl. It would probably take him an hour just to do his hair."

"I'll be sure to tell him you said that," Hermione said as she lead them into the Great Hall, which was about half full of mostly younger students.

Harry narrowed his eyes a bit as he sat down, noticing owls starting to flood in through the windows.

Scanning the table he found Ginny looking forlorn in the midst of her fellow sixth-years.

Pip landed in front of her and she looked vaguely surprised, unfastening the letter from his leg and opening it.

Harry had the decency to look away, instead immersing himself in Ron and Hermione's conversation.

"Potter, we need to talk."

Harry jumped as he heard Ginny's cold voice behind him and his eyes widened as he turned around.

She stood there, clutching Draco's letter in one hand and the other planted firmly on her waist.

"I'd rather not, if it's all the same," he said, smiling weakly at her.

Her eyes narrowed to slits and she snarled, "it's not. I need to talk to you. Now."

"But..."

"NOW."

Harry sighed and stood, resigning himself to the fact that he was in trouble and would more than likely be subject to multiple hexes and curses.

They had just stepped out of the Great Hall when she rounded on him, waving the parchment in his face and very quickly assuming the colour of an overripe tomato.

"What is this?" She screeched, hitting him in the face with the letter again with flourish.

"I...I don't know, a letter?" He whimpered, not sure what the repercussions would be if he backed away.

"You utter arsehole!" She snarled, smacking him again. "You know exactly what this is. You told Dr...Malfoy that I was angry with him for stealing you away, didn't you?"

"No!" was Harry's automatic response. "Well...maybe. You're not?"

Ginny threw down the letter and looked on the verge of screaming. "Are you that bloody full of yourself!" She said as she shoved him in the middle of his chest, her petite stature no deterrent of the fear he was feeling.

"No," Harry said, wrapping his fingers around he wand just in case. "I just...I...I'm extremely confused. Why were you..."

"I'm bloody well over you, Potter," Ginny snarled, her hazel eyes alight with fury. "Have been for quite a while. Actually, I moved on and developed a new crush."

Harry furrowed his brow. "But why...who did you...oh. OH. Shit."

Ginny picked the letter up off the floor and smoothed it, her eyes softening a bit.

"But you tell him that I'm pining over you and he writes me this extremely nasty letter. He hates me now because of you and your overly fat head. And to top it all off, he suggested I date Zabini."

"Zabini is sexy in a dangerous sort of way," Harry offered, but cowered when Ginny sent him the death glare. "Sorry."

She crossed her arms and sighed. "And I know it's pointless and stupid to like Dr...Malfoy..."

"Call him Draco," Harry interjected, instantly regretting it when Ginny punched him.

"Fine...Draco, because he's stupid, arrogant, an utter arsehole and quite possibly they gayest man I've ever met."

"He's not..."

"Yes he is Harry. He's more girly than I am."

Harry wrinkled his nose but nodded his assent. He sighed and finally said, "Maybe your after a girly man because you want a girl. Have you ever thought of that?"

She narrowed her eyes and folded the letter, shoving it into the pocket of her robes. "That's absolutely absurd. I just...I'm going to write him and tell him the truth. As for you, I believe that in time I will somehow find it in my heart to forgive you. I can't right how. Good day, sir."

And she stormed off, leaving Harry in much confusion.

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Potter,

Ginny wrote me yesterday afternoon. Really, I had no idea she felt about me that way. I'm like a hopeless case magnet, aren't I? First you, now the youngest and manliest of all the Weasels.

She said you called her a lesbian. I can safely say that I agree with you but I don't understand why anyone in their right mind would be attracted to a girl. Honestly.

And may I agree with her on your fat head? Why would anyone like you when they have me to admire?

Moving on to more boring things, Remus and I are well on our way. We've already completed the first chapter in all of our books. Yeah, we're that fast.

By the way, are you coming tomorrow night or Saturday? I wish you would come tomorrow, but if you don't it's fine. Does Dumbledore know you're coming?

Desperately awaiting your arrival,

Draco

After much wrestling with the heavy typewriter Harry started his letter during his study period.

Draco,

I'm tired of talking about Ginny. I feel bad enough about it having to see her every day.

I'm coming Saturday morning. Sorry about that, I think the less I'm gone in the beginning the better. I know you want me to come tomorrow. I'm sorry.

Dumbledore thinks I'm coming on Friday, I think. I didn't tell him but I think he assumes I'll want to see you as soon as possible.

Until Saturday,

Harry

Harry sent the letter and went down to join a rather uneventful dinner. Ginny was sitting by them but looking sullen and Harry just shook his head. He left for bed before anyone else and got back only to find a worn-out looking Pig collapsed on his bed.

"Don't worry, I'll let you rest tonight and send a letter back to Draco tomorrow," Harry said to the owl and if an owl could look appreciative, he would have looked that way in that moment.

And he crawled into bed, lighting his wand as he read:

Harry,

It doesn't bother you that Dumbledore doesn't know exactly when you're coming? I guess if it doesn't bother you it doesn't bother me. Is Severus coming as well? Wait, why am I asking you, you don't talk to him, do you? Remus could really use some company, I've decided.

Oh, and he's sent along the potion that helped me see. I'm waiting until you get back to take it again. I can't wait.

Go to sleep,

Draco.

And he did.