Drarry One-Shots - A Collection

Twenty

Letters

Dear Potter, today you turned me into a ferret, I can't say it was appreciated but nor can I say that it was undeserved. I guess your hatred for me has grown over the past years. It's justified, really, though I wish it was not for my own hatred has started to dissolve into fragments.

Goodbye, Potter.

Dear Gryffindor, today was the yule ball. I decided to go accompanied by the hand of my gorgeous best friend, though it did not stop me from thinking about that hand being yours.

Hello, Harry. It's been years since I've written to you like this. Too many. It's sixth year now and you have grown into your looks, everytime I walk into the room, I search for your green eyes full of vibrancy and life. So dull are mine, so unlike yours.

My father..he's been insufferable lately and I fear that I may not get another chance to confess these feelings I have accumulated for you. I no longer hold anger, instead, I hold appreciation for you.

Stay Alive, Harry.

Hello, Potter. You have spoken to me now, after this insane war, claiming that you would like us to be civilized. Younger me would've been delighted but I do not know how I can face you every day with the horrible things I have done and caused. Your face is so full of light, purity, you are an angel on this earth and I am but the devil waiting to drown you in my darkness.

With my love. With my wretched horrible, ridiculous idea of love.

I love you, Harry, and I know you will never read this which has given me liberty to state such an absurd sentiment. The death eater in love with the savior. How laughable.

Goodbye, Potter.

Harry felt the tears blurring his vision as he tried to blink them away, his hands shaking as he closed the box of letters and stuffed it under the storage space under his coffee table. Draco Malfoy had been in love with him. Draco had been in love with him at the same time that he had been in love with the blonde.

It felt ridiculous. He tried to stamp the urge to laugh but only succeeded in making it more raucous, though the sound was pained and screechy. He shook his head, picking up his wand and starting a fire call.

"Draco Malfoy, Malfoy Manor."

The green flames parted to make way for the caller. It took a couple of tries but eventually, blonde hair appeared, a placid expression on his face. "Potter, how lovely." He said, eyes dimmed with suspicion.

Harry merely smiled. "I read your letters, Draco."

"How-"

"I read your letters and I'm in love with you."

Draco's face took on a surprised expression that even he could not mask, "You..you love me?" He laughed, merrily.

Harry just grinned. "What do you say to a dinner for two?"

"I'd happily oblige."

"Great. Pick you up at seven."