The Malfoy boy and the Potter girl

Back to hogwarts

Over the summer Draco and I had been texting back and forth. Uncle Vernon was NOT ok with the owls going out at night, but Harry and I had decided that after the events of last summer, we weren't going to live under their opression any more. 

I mean, now they knew we couldn't use magic outside of school until we were of age, but the ministry of magic didn't control our owls.

So Harry had been sending Headwig out, and I had been sending Danger out.

We had gotten letters from Hermione, the Weasleys (espeicaly Ron) and they had even been kind enough to send Harry and I birthday cards and birthday sweets, since both of our birthdays are in july.

And I had gotten letters and cards from people in Slytherin house as well like Mattheo, Blaize, Pansy, and Mia. It was going great.

The letters with Draco had been going really well also. They were sweet funny, and just took my mind off everything. Until I recived a letter one day, with the initals D.M. on the back, in shakey handwritting, covorded in wet splotches that looked like tears.

Dear Skylar,  

This has been really fun. I miss you deeply, and can't wait until we are back at Hogwarts. I have really enoyed getting your letters.

Unfortunatly my father found out I have been writting to you. He said that I should not be associating myself with the Potters, and that my time was better spent elsewhere. Of course I do not agree with him, and I think he couldn't be farther from the truth.

I really do miss you, and care for you, but my father has taken my owl. I was bearly able to convince him to let me send this last letter. 

This is not by my choice, and I am regretting it deeply.

Please do not think I stopped writting because of you. You are wonderful, and your letters are joys to open. I do not wish this, and I hope you can forgive me. I miss you, and will see you at Hogwarts soon.

Yours,

Draco Malfoy

I just stared at the letter in my hands and started crying. I was under the stairs, and suddenly hit my head on the low roof. I continued crying, now from pain as well.

"Skylar?" Harry said poking his head in from the noise. "Are you alright?"

I couldn't form words, and just sat there crying like a child. 

"Hey don't cry, what happened?" Harry said coming in and pulling me into a tight hug like he would when I was little.

"I just hit my head on the stairs, I'm sorry," I sobbed into his arm. Harry knew Draco and I had been roomates last year, but he stll didn't know just how friendly we were.

It was raining that night. You could hear thunder, and rain lashed the windows. Sometimes I felt like the very weather was a reflection of my mood. Other times it felt like nature was mocking me, as there was a sunny day outside but I was at home with Harry holding an ice pack over my eye because one of Dudley's friends had punched me.

That was three weeks ago. Today was the day aunt Marge was coming over.

Aunt Marge was not really my aunt, even though we had been forced to call her that our whole lives.. Actually she was Dudley's aunt, and when I tell you she favored the boy more than anything exeapt mabey the dogs she breeds.

She was uncle Vernons sister (and she looked like it too), so she wasn't acually related to Harry and I. She treated us just like the Dursleys did. Like slaves that is. If we weren't useful to them in that moment we were as good as roaches.