Drarry Oneshots

Crimson Snow

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
THIS IS ANGST YALL DONT READ IF U CANT HANDLE BLOOD AND STUFF.

Dear Potter,
You do not look at me anymore. I miss your eyes. Even if you chose to glare at me now I would be happier. Please look at me again?
~unknown

"What's that?" Hermione pipped up next to Harry startling him slightly.

"Uh- I don't know. Its some weird letter that some owl dropped into my food this morning." He replied slowly.

"Hmm. May I see?"

"Of course." Harry handed to letter to Hermione carelessly.

She read it a few times her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"I think its like a love note or secret admirer type of thing. It is strange though. Very sad..." She mumbled the last part.

"Yeah, who do you think it's from?"

"Honestly it could be anyone, Harry. Just wait a bit, maybe you get more."

"You're right... We should head to class," Harry sighed stuffing the letter into his robes "wheres Ron?"

"I think he's waiting for us."

———

Dear Potter,
You're hair was cute today. I couldn't stop myself from staring. You didn't see me though.
~ unknown

"Another one?" Hermione sighed.

"Another what?" Ron pipped up.

"Harry has been getting these strange little letters lately," she answered offhandedly "may I see?"

Harry looked at Hermione and handed her the letter hesitantly.

Ron peaked over Hermiones shoulder trying to read the letter aswell.

"Kinda creepy." The red head mumbled.

"Well I think its sorta sweet." Hermione said, handing the letter back to Harry.

Harry stayed silent. To losed in his thoughts to say anything.

Who were these from?

——

Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and layed it on his desk.

His eyes were teary. He couldn't stop crying. It just hurt so much.

Lifting the quill he started writing with shaky hands.

Dear Potter,
It hurts. It hurts more than I thought it would. To love someone and them not even knowing. To know you can never have someone. I got myself into this mess. How do I get back out? Please help me. My life is fading away.
~ unknown

He stared at his letter. Sobs breaking his throat.

A small tear slid down his cheek and fell onto the paper causing some ink to smudge.

How could he let this happen?

——

"Ok, this is getting out of hand." Hermione sighed, dropping her books onto the table and plopping down next to Harry on the couch.

"I know. I feel kind of bad." Harry answered, staring at some smudged ink on the letter that looked like the person hat spilt water on it, before looking up at Hermione and stuffing the letter into his robes.