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Chapter Three: Two Years of Letters
Two years passed in a blur of holidays, tiffs with my mother, etiquette and magical theory classes, and letters.
Dear Story,
I am sorry I haven't written before now, but I've been busy. Between the classes, the constantly changing staircases, and all of the time I've spent attempting to make Potter be my friend, I haven't necessarily had the time. How are you? How is your year? I want to know everything. I am sorry about the way I left things when I told you what my father expected of me. You probably hate me now and I would expect nothing less, but I would love to hear from you. I miss you, Story.
Draco Malfoy
First Year
Dear Story,
Please write me back?
Draco Malfoy
First Year
Dear Story,
I just want to know how you are. Please.
Draco Malfoy
First Year
Dear Story,
Well, if you won't tell me how you are, I'll fill you in on what is going on here. Potter blatantly refused my hand of friendship for that of a Weasley. He was placed in Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat (by the way, ignore the rumors about trolls and spellwork, we're actually sorted by a ratty talking hat!). I was placed into Slytherin with your sister, Blaise, Pansy, Millicent Bulstrode, Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. I've become mates with Theodore and Crabbe and Goyle are good for bodyguards when I don't feel like being bothered. The classes here are mostly okay, except for Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is run by a twitchy man named Professor Quirrel. He's quite useless, really. Professor Snape would, in my opinion, be a much better teacher for that subject, but alas, he is the Potions Master. I've learned a lot from the Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick. If I can this summer somehow manage to escape my father's grasp long enough, I'll have to show you some of the charms he's taught us. I need to wrap this up otherwise I might be late for Transfiguration.
I miss you, Story.
Draco Malfoy
First Year
The letters went much like that. I tried to ignore them, but by the second year I was writing back.
Draco,
Please quit writing me. I'm not interested.
Astoria Greengrass
Story,
I won't quit writing you. I miss you. I just want to know how you are and what you are doing and if you miss me, too.
Draco Malfoy
Second Year
Draco,
I am fine, I am currently in the drawing room of the manor replying to your letter, and I did at one point. Does that answer your questions? By the way, were you aware your letters make it seem as if you are begging?
Astoria Greengrass
Story,
I wasn't aware, but thank you for pointing that out. I'll admit I was slightly begging. You are a stubborn one. But, yes, you answered my questions.
Dray
Draco,
Begging doesn't become you.
Astoria Greengrass
Story,
You sound like my father.
Dray
Dray,
Do not ever compare me to that worthless man again.
Astoria Greengrass
Story,
Sorry. I wasn't insinuating anything. Are you going to come to Hogwarts next year?
Dray
Dray,
My mother is adamant I attend Hogwarts, but father is hedging towards sending me to Beauxbatons with my cousin Cecily.
Story
Story,
Which would you like to attend?
Dray
Dray,
Hogwarts.
Story
For the most part, the letters continued in that manner - with a few minor spats thrown in when we disagreed on a subject. One letter, however, changed it all.
Story,
I think I may have feelings for you.
Dray
I didn't know how to respond to that letter. So I just didn't.
TBC
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