Dear Harry (Drarry)

Do You Know?

A few weeks went by and suddenly it was almost Christmas break. Harry was going to the Weasley's along with Hermione. Harry had spent all of Saturday with his friends, celebrating and enjoying each other's company. So he decided to stay in his dorm Sunday before they left on Monday. He sat in the bay window and looked out at the grounds. Suddenly Draco walked in.

"Thought I'd find you here." Draco said.

Draco came over and sat down across from Harry, who had to pull his legs up to his chest for Draco to have room to sit.

"Did you ever find out who hexed you?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head. "I'm not really worried about it anymore." He said.

This was true. Harry's mind recently was filled with thoughts of who his secret admirer could be. He glanced at Draco. It wouldn't hurt to ask him would it? He decided probably not. Draco and him were close after all. Harry stood up and walked over to his nightstand to grab the first note he had gotten. Then he went and sat back down across from Draco, handing him the note as he sat down.

"Do you recognize this hand writing?" Harry asked.

Draco looked down at the note and stared at it for a minute.

"No, I don't. Got yourself a secret admirer do ya?" Draco asked, smirking.

Harry smiled and blushed lightly. "Yeah. They've left that one, one with fireflies, and one in soup. All saying really kind things. I really want to know who it is." He said.

"Hmm. Well I don't recognize the handwriting. Have you told Ron and Hermione about the fireflies and soup? I know you asked them about the note." Draco said, handing the note back to Harry.

Harry folded the note back up and walked over to put it back in his nightstand drawer. "No. Ron would laugh and Hermione would be way too overjoyed about me having a secret admirer." Harry said as he leaned against the wall by the bay window.

"I guess you've got a point." Draco said.

Harry looked down at the floor. The only reason he wanted to find this person was to tell them he wasn't interested. He looked up at Draco, who was staring out the window. Harry's eyes grazed over his blonde, messy hair then his beautiful grey eyes and finally landed on his perfect lips that Harry wanted to kiss so badly. He shook his head sharply to get rid of the thought. After all, Draco would never have the same feelings for Harry.