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This was unusual, very unusual indeed.
Draco shouldn't have had these feelings for a Weasley. Ron Weasley to be precise, a boy who he had been enemies with longer than he can remember. He's been feigning his emotions for some time now, but enough is enough.
'It's time to make your move, Draco. There's plenty of ways to do so.' Or so he told himself. Instead of actually planning, he paced around his dorm bombarding his head with endless possibilities of ¨What ifs¨. Finally he settled himself down and set a piece of parchment on his desk.
¨Okay, this should be so easy. No hinting at who you are, just a secret admirer. Or… maybe hint some point later.¨ He shakes his head, taking a deep breath and picks up a quill and dips it in ink.
《 Dear Ron,
I hope this letter finds you well. I can no longer hide how I feel. As much as I hate to admit it, I am quite smitten by you. You´re handsome and I've had my eye on you for some time. I like that you can be yourself and you don't care what others think of you. Though, I fear that you will not like me if you actually knew me, so I would hope that you would get to know me– the real me. If you're willing to give it a try, I promise you won't regret it.
Sincerely, your secret admirer,
Charming 》
To make sure he wasn't found out, he ended up using an owl from the owlery and sent the owl on its way. He waited anxiously, time seemingly going by slower than usual. Unfortunately for Draco, there was no reply that night. He laid in his bed, thoughts running through his head.
What did he expect? Why would he even think that there would be a chance between him and Ron? They were practically enemies in every way. What would his parents say if they even saw him being anywhere near a Weasley? … his father especially.
Draco shudders at the thought and somehow lulls himself to sleep.
...
This was a rough morning Draco since he wasn't in the best of spirits. He ended up going to breakfast later than usual. On the way, a certain red head was spotted with the other two. His eyes were focused on Ron though. From his messy red hair, to the placement of his freckles, to his untidy clothing. Still though, he is surprised Ron of all people was a prefect like him. He nearly folded, but he kept his cool demeanor. If there was anything Draco was good at, it was putting on a good facade. After all, that was what he was always taught.
¨… and hopefully the person isn't a weirdo. If they do send another message, it's up to you to reply.” Hermione says. She spots Draco, making a face.
He was going to say something, but decided against it. He could at least try to hold his tongue… from time to time. Yet again...
¨Haven't you heard that you shouldn't make funny faces or they'll stay like that, Granger?¨ His lips curled into a smirk. Hermione let out a scoff, about to reply back, but Ron was already on it.
¨Sod off, Malfoy. Maybe if you weren't such a git, your face wouldn't be how it is now.¨ Ron says, before entering the hall with the other two. Even though it was an insult, which, honestly, he brought upon himself, he had a chance.
As long as he didn't give into his urges. The entire breakfast, he kept sneaking glances at Ron, thinking of what he should write in his next letter.