DEAREST, pansy parkinson

vii. interception

Dear whatever your name is,

You don't understand, do you?

I've been reading every single letter you've sent to Pansy for the last three months. Intercepting them, if you care to say that. That's quite desperate if you ask me.

I know how you feel about her and hate do break it to you but you're quite obsessed with someone who will never, ever love you back.

It's pathetic, she won't love you and I'm glad you finally realized that. 

You are quite the poet. I would kill to be able to manipulate words the way you do. 

Eyes on the inside, hm? I have every slytherin under me wrapped around my finger. It would be easy for me to find you, expose these letters, and overall make your life one living hell. 

I bet you'd enjoy that, though. I've searched Pansy's dorm and found the original letter you sent her. You yearn for death. Just fucking splendid. 

People like you, scum of the earth, who long to be different and special make my blood boil. It disgusts me, you disgust me. Burn in hell.

Still, I will find you. Stop sending my girlfriend letters, now. 

Draco Malfoy