𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆...𝗥𝗼𝗻𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓?

It's a little short, but just them and cute letters.

And Dior and Draco being brothers.

Dior was confused when an owl flew towards his window.

"You look familiar." Dior said opening the window would let the owl in.

"For me?" Dior asked, taking the letter, and Dior smiled, giving the owl a treat, which the owl happily ate.

Dear,Dior malfoy.

I'm writing this because I don't know what to write... I have a lot on my mind, and one of them is you. You are smart,pretty,cute, loving, and mostly a very caring person. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I don't know how to write letters. Usually my mom would do it for me, but she's not here, so I'm on my own. My brother—I mean, my brother—said this is the worst letter ever. Sorry if I couldn't write well enough. I just want to get it out of my chest and say I like you so much that I think about you every day, and I really hope you feel the same way.

Dior smiled; he knew his cheeks were slightly pinkish.

"Stay right there," Dior said to the owl, who only nodded, and Dior quickly grabbed a pen and paper.

'What should I write?' Dior thought, and he smiled.

Dear,stranger.

Your letter might not be the best, but it was cute. I hope I find out who you are eventually, because I know you're very cute and handsome. I hope we can meet one day and get to know each other. I can even give you some of my homemade cookies. I always wanted to share them with someone.

If I ever get to meet you, I hope I can like you the same way you like me. Also, are you a boy or a girl? Hurry and write back to me!

Dior folded the paper, taking a string and tying it around the letter.

"Here, since you're taking it back to your owner, here's another treat!" Dior said, and Owl took the letter and the treat.

Dior watched as the owl flew out the window, going somewhere. He watched the owl until it was out of his sight.

'I wonder who that is. I hope it's a boy. I would hate to reject them like this.' Dior thought.

"I definitely have to tell my mother!" Dior smiled, going back to write a letter to his mother.

'I wonder how mother would feel once she finds out..happy? sad? dissapointed?' Dior frowned. He hoped she was happy about it. Dior didn't want to make his mother mad.