This is just a little cutesy merthur fic. I'm writing on it whenever I have time, and it contains merthur fluff and smut.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have been enemies since they were eleven... but have they, really? The events of the second wizarding world cause both boys to explore deeper, much different feelings. But could something ever come from a relationship that everyone else thinks is so wrong? *All copyright belongs to J.K. Rowling. I don't own any of these characters. Cover art is not mine either*

Harry Potter has always felt most at home in Hogwarts castle, but repeating 7th year is a strain on him, and most of the time he wants to be alone. He hides away in his secret place; secret, that is, until beautifully scripted letters start to show up, addressed to him, tucked into his quiet place. Harry doesn't see the harm in replying-but of course, he couldn't foresee how a few short notes might change everything.