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Draco's Secret Letters

Draco Malfoy sat at his desk in the quiet dormitory he shared with Harry, his quill hovering over the parchment. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared down at the letter he was writing, the words already scrawled in his neat, deliberate handwriting.

Dear Harry,
This is ridiculous, really. I'll never give you this letter, but I need to get it out. I've been carrying these feelings for far too long, and they're suffocating me. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, it gets harder to pretend. The truth is, I've been in love with you for months, maybe longer...

Draco paused, his hand trembling slightly. The parchment was filled with words he could never say out loud. Confessions that had been building up for months, secrets that only these unsent letters had seen. They were his way of coping with something he couldn't admit to himself, let alone to Harry.

He sighed, folding the letter carefully and tucking it into the drawer of his desk, where it would join the others. Dozens of letters, each one a confession, each one a desperate attempt to put his feelings into words-feelings he had no intention of ever revealing.

But as Draco stood, preparing to head down to the Great Hall for dinner, a gust of wind swept through the open window. The stack of letters shifted, and before Draco could react, one of them flew out of the drawer and fluttered across the room.

Draco cursed under his breath, scrambling to catch it, but the letter slipped from his grasp and landed in the worst possible place: Harry's trunk.

Draco froze, his heart sinking as he stared at the trunk, the letter now nestled among Harry's belongings. For a brief moment, he considered diving in and retrieving it before Harry noticed, but the sound of footsteps approaching the door made his blood run cold.

Harry was coming back.

Panicking, Draco backed away from the trunk and quickly grabbed his bag, making a hasty exit just as Harry opened the door.

"Hey, Malfoy," Harry said casually as he stepped into the room, unaware of the chaos Draco had just narrowly escaped.

Draco gave a curt nod, barely managing to keep his voice steady. "Potter."

Without another word, Draco left the room, his heart racing as he made his way down the corridor. He would have to figure out how to get the letter back later. For now, all he could do was hope that Harry wouldn't find it.

Later that evening, after dinner, Harry returned to the dormitory, feeling a little more tired than usual. He tossed his bag onto his bed and went to his trunk to grab his notes for the essay he was supposed to finish that night.

But as he rummaged through his belongings, something caught his eye. A folded piece of parchment that didn't look familiar.

Harry frowned, picking it up. It wasn't his handwriting, and it definitely hadn't been there earlier. Curious, he unfolded the parchment, his eyes scanning the words.

Dear Harry,
This is ridiculous, really. I'll never give you this letter, but I need to get it out...

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he realized what he was reading. His eyes widened as he continued down the page, each word hitting him harder than the last.

The truth is, I've been in love with you for months, maybe longer...

Harry's breath caught in his throat. Draco Malfoy had written this. Draco had been writing him letters-letters confessing feelings that Harry had never even considered. Or had he?

He sat down on his bed, re-reading the letter in disbelief. This wasn't a joke. The words were raw, vulnerable, and filled with emotions that Harry had never imagined Draco would have for him.