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To Harry James Potter of 12 Grimmauld Place, June 19th, 1998
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Potter - thanks for everything.
Draco Malfoy
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Dear Potter,
You saved my arse more than I would have liked these past few months. I owe you a debt. I mean this earnestly - I don’t take debts lightly. If there is anything you necessitate of me, just owl.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
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Potter,
There are numerous things I should thank you for. So thank you, you’re truly my hero, and so on. However, I would also like to cordially remind you that I liberated your arse too, back in the manor. This makes us even.
Draco Malfoy
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Potter,
I know I don’t owe you anything but feel free to come over to the manor and take what you like. Take the manor itself if you wish! I don’t care. I don’t want any of it.
Draco Malfoy
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Dear Potter,
I don’t owe you anything. But I could do drinks if it suits you. It’ll have to be at mine due to my current precedent, not one of those horrid muggle bars you probably visit. No matter if not. I’ve got plenty of other people to have drinks with. In case you were curious.
Draco Malfoy
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Dear Harry,
I want to thank you. If it weren’t for you, I’d be little bits of ash by now. Little bits of ash in Azkaban at that. I’m sure you’re having a tough time too, after all this, and even if your prowess as the chosen one allows you to overcome grief like a pro, you probably don’t want to see much of me. Still, I hope we can come to civil terms in the future. It’s about time we lay our petty rivalry to rest, as much fun as it's been.
Warm regards,
Draco Malfoy
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Harry,
This is going to sound strange and rather cliche, especially coming from me, but I don’t think this is how our story ends. You must have felt it. In the manor. It couldn’t have just been me. I can’t describe it. I’m not sure I want to.
This is all to say, let’s not let our lives go by thinking of each other as school rivals. Because that’s not all we are. Right?
Draco
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Dear Potter,
I’ve been such an arsehole. Sorry, I guess. Even so, I kind of miss it. Not being an arsehole of course, but being younger and hating you. Not really hating you. Just… I don’t know.
Do you remember in first year, when I challenged you to a duel and never showed? I bet you fell for it too, knowing you, and still managed to get off scot-free. If you can believe it, I never meant to fool you. I was planning to duel with you, or whatever you call it when you're a first-year who has barely learned a tickling charm.
I fell asleep by accident. I’m not even kidding. I spent all evening sitting in the common room listing off every potion ingredient I knew to stay awake and I didn’t even realize when I slipped off. The sofa was pretty comfortable I suppose.
I’m not sure why I’m telling you all this. I’ve been feeling pretty lonely. There’s nothing much to do on house arrest other than write stupid letters to you that I probably won’t even send.
I wish you all the best. Don’t feel the need to write me back if you don’t want to.
Yours,
Draco Malfoy
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I think I love you. I know I shouldn’t and I know you don’t love me back, heck you probably don’t even like me, in any sense of the word. I’m sorry.
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Potter - thanks for everything.
Draco Malfoy
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The parchment fluttered in the owl’s clutch until it was a white smidge in the sky and then nothing at all. Draco Malfoy set down his quill.
Fin.