A TALL, PLATINUM HAIRED BOY GROANED.
"I can't believe you're actually responding, mum. Again. "
"Well why wouldn't I? " replied his mother coolly.
He scoffed.
"Say hello for me. "
"Okay. "
No, mum, don't! "
"Quiet, Draco. It's the polite thing to do. "
"When have the Malfoys ever given a damn about what others think? "
"This is the boy that saved your life and the wizarding world, mind you. "
This is the boy I was taught to hate and have no associations with too, mind you.
"Okay, fine. I guess I can't really stop you. But I really highly discourage this, just so you know."
"And just so you know, I delivered it. "
"Mum! "
"Draco! "
The boy sighed and anxiously watched the owl speedily fly away.
"Why couldn't we get one of those really exhausted, on-the-brink-of-death owls like the Weasleys? "
"Huh," Smiled Narcissa," Imagine your father's reaction, hearing those very words come out of your mouth."
"I'd rather not. "
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DEAR MR. POTTER,
Why don't you see for yourself? You're always welcome to stop by if you want. Draco says hello by the way.
- N.M
YOU ARE READING
PEN PALS ⚡️DRARRY
Fanfiction" i'm shit at writing but i'm also rich and pretty so no one really cares. actually, scratch that. " in which a simple thank you not after the war turns into a series of back-and-forth letters between harry and draco
