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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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