A/N: CRAZY weekend! sorry i haven't updated! well here's your chapter! lol

Chapter 9

"BOY! GET OUT HERE AND START FIXING LUNCH!" Vernon Dursley bellowed.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon!" Harry exclaimed, and rushed into the kitchen. "What would you like?" he asked.

"Anything, boy! As long as it's done in the next three minutes. And if it's not, you'll be locked in the cupboard with no meals for a week!" Vernon snarled.

Harry quickly pulled out bread, ham, turkey, and cheese. The only thing he'd be able to fix in three minutes was a sandwich. He just hoped his uncle was pleased with it.

"Here, Uncle Vernon," he panted, holding the plate out to his uncle.

"Is that a ham and cheese sandwich, boy?" Vernon asked in a dangerously angry voice.

"You said you would be fine with anything, Uncle Vernon," Harry said shakily.

Vernon stood up so abruptly that he knocked over his chair. "I WANTED REAL FOOD, BOY! WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?"

"B-but Uncle Vernon, I can't make anything in three minutes!" Harry pleaded as his uncle stepped closer and closer.

"WELL THEN! I GUESS YOU'LL HAVE TO GO IN YOUR CU-AAAAAAH!" Uncle Vernon screamed and ducked as a large, rather stern and pompous looking owl came flying through the window. It landed on the counter and stuck its leg out, gazing up unblinkingly at Harry.

"BLASTED THINGS! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THESE BLOODY BIRDS IN MY HOUSE!" Vernon screamed.

Harry hurriedly grabbed the letter before his uncle could see the name of the sender.

I wish the owls didn't come at the worst times. Harry thought to himself.

"WHO'S SENDING YOU THESE BLOODY LETTERS! GIVE ME THAT LETTER!" Vernon made a grab for the letter.

"No! Stop! They're from nobody! It's nothing! NO!" he screamed as Vernon tore the letter out of his hands, ripped open the envelope, and began to read aloud.

Dear Harry,

So, I wrote to Madam Pomfrey, and she says Dumbledore doesn't believe a word of it, which i think is a load of rubbish! Just because he didn't see the scars doesn't mean they're not there! Anyway, I know it may take you a while to write back, but I'll be waiting. I love you so much, and I hope you're doing well. Let me know if you're not.

Your one true love,

Draco M.

"Great, boy! Now, I not only have a freaky nephew, BUT IT ALSO TURNS OUT I HAVE A FREAKY GAY NEPHEW!"

"I-I'm sorry, uncle, please don't hurt me, please-"

His sentence was cut short when a fist connected with his face. He screamed in pain.

Vernon kept hitting him, and he evantually stopped screaming. It hurt too much.

DMHPODMHPDMHPDMHP

Draco waited.

And he waited.

And he waited some more.

It had been eight days, and his owl had yet to return. He was starting to get a bit worried that something had happened. Just then, he smilled as he saw a black owl flying towards him.

"Hi, Midnight! I was getting worried-" he was cut short when the bird pecked at him and hooted loudly, holding out its leg.

"What's happened? Is he allright?" Draco asked, untying the small scrap of paper quickly.

Draco,

I'm sorry I kept you waiting longer than usual. My uncle...well, he found out we were writing and now I'm locked in the cupboard writing this to you on a spare bit of parchment I found lying around. I think your owl's still hanging around, so as soon as I get a chance I'll send this off with him. I really miss you, and I love you so much.

Love,

Harry P.

Draco felt guilty. Harry's uncle had found out?

Quickly he grabbed a peice of parchment and his quill and began to write.

Harry,

My love, I'm so sorry I got you in trouble with your uncle! Are you alright? Are you still in the cupboard? Please respond to this within the next week, or I will get on my broomstick and fly down there and see for myself whether you're alright or not!

I love you,

Draco M.