What If? [Drarry]

Chapter 8

The week went by slow as usual. I was only looking forward to Thursday night. As it was only Tuesday, my dismay was obvious to anyone around me. Maybe I could surprise Draco by coming over tonight? Though I hate to invite myself over. I guess I can wait.

As the end of my shift rolled around, I got home a quick as I possibly could, happy to find a letter from Draco waiting for my arrival. I quickly opened it, eagerly reading its contents.

Dear Harry,

I miss you dearly already. I can't wait to kiss you again on Thursday. By the way, you should bring some extra clothes, just in case you stay the night (I'm really hoping you do. You wouldn't want to crush my dreams, would you?). How was work today? I hope it's not treating you too poorly. Also, my mother is wanting to meet again. As you know, our previous meeting wasn't great, but she does seem a little bit better in her letters, a little more sane. Off of that note, this weird thing keeps happening to me. I'll be just walking down the street, or cooking in the kitchen, or reading a book (I'm sure you get the point that it happens randomly). I'll just be doing something and then It'll feel like I got hit in the head with a bludger. I get incredibly displaced and confused, like I can't recall what I was doing, why I was doing it, where I was, or even my own name. Then a second later I'm back to normal. It is quite strange. I'm not sure what's wrong with me but I thought I'd let you know. Write me back when you get home.

Love, Draco x x x

I immediately jumped up and over to my desk, already scribbling back a reply in my most legible penmanship.

Dear Draco,

I miss you as well. I cannot wait until Thursday. Why does it only have to be Tuesday? And don't you worry, I'll bring my whole wardrobe if I am needing to! I have a feeling my clothes would look awfully out of place in your home. About your mother, I think it's good to go see her. Maybe, if she behaves, we could somehow get her released early. If that's even what you'd want. And about the confusion. I'm not sure. Maybe you have some kind of infection? Should we take you to St Mungo's? I send my kisses through this piece of parchment (don't be too greedy, these need to last you two days).

P.S. I don't know if you heard, but that new shop opening in Diagonal Alley. They're selling muggle cell phones? I was thinking about getting one. You should too. Then we don't have to wait hours to get replies from each other. Oh, and we can call! Then I can hear your voice whenever I want!

Love, Harry x x x x x x x

I sent off the letter as soon as I'd finished. It was already getting late, so I wasn't expecting a reply any time soon. I just went to my room and laid in my bed, changing into more comfy clothes first, of course.

My bed was warm and comforting, quickly pulling me into a deep sleep.

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I'd made it habit to sleep with my window ajar. That way, Draco's early morning letters wouldn't disturb my sleep. Iris could drop of the letter, grab herself a treat, and fly back home.

My heart jumped at the fresh letter waiting on my desk. My feet met the floor and soon I was already at the desk, letter clutched in my grasp.

Dear Harry,

Good morning, scarface. I am now expecting at leave half of your wardrobe in my closet by tomorrow. Speaking of, what is your favorite muggle film? I have purchased a few, but I'm not sure which ones are considered entertaining. I want to watch some with you tomorrow. And about my confusion, I doubt it is an infection. I have no other symptoms of anything. Maybe we can take a trip to St Mungo's if anything develops. Don't worry yourself too much! And a cell phone sounds like a brilliant idea. Maybe we can go pick some up together? Or if you get one first you can take me later.

P.S. I was too greedy and it seems I need more kisses to be sent.

Love, Draco x x x x x x x x x (if this is some kind of war, I will always win x)

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