Drarry Texts

Thirty

Harry: Hey Draco!

Draco: Alright, who is this?

Harry: What do you mean? It's me. Harry!

Draco: Nope, Harry is never this excited through text about anything except quidditch and when we agree to meet up and have sex.

Draco: So I'll repeat: Who is this?

Harry: Please believe me, Dray. I'm just trying to stay optimistic.

Draco: That's a big word coming from someone as dumb as the chair I'm currently sitting on.

Harry: Okay, fine. Give up on me, I guess. I don't need you anyway. I was going to give you updated information on where I am, but I guess not.

Draco: See, again. Harry would have seen through my sarcasm.

Harry: Dray, I'm sorry. I'm hurting. I'm tired. I'm just not in the right state of mind.

Draco: ... Fine. I'll believe you. IF you can tell me something only Harry would know.

Harry: I'm abused by my muggle relatives.

Draco: Oh, shit. I'm so sorry I ever doubted you.

Harry: It's okay, Dray. Neither of us are in the emotional state we should be.

Draco: Yeah, you're right.

Harry: So I do have updated information about Ryker.

Harry: come as soon as possible because Ryker said he's going to stay up in the school to study for N.E.W.T.s that are coming up.

Draco: Okay, Severus and I found a potion that'll allow us to get into the Chamber of Secrets using Parsletongue. We should be down in about three days.

Harry: Perfect.

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Harry: How could you do that?

Ryker: I told you I wouldn't hesitate to kill him.