Written by me
Harry,
Of course I'm anxious. I'm sorry if...I'm just sorry. I really miss you, I miss how you make me feel. I wish I could tell you what's bothering me but you'll hate me in more ways than one. I don't want you to hate me. I want you to smile at me and laugh at me when I'm annoyed with you. I don't want...I don't want to see you sad anymore. I'm tired of that.
As for the white ferret, where do you think I got the idea? Stupid bloody Moody and his stupid bloody magic. Oddly enough, however, it has proved very useful in more than one way. You'll understand.
I knew we would shag, you were just being a dramatic queen. And I smiled a bit when I read that you were concerned about my sense of humour. That must count for something, right?
Until tomorrow,
Draco