Look What You've Done To Me

Sod off?! Sod off?! I try and give my hand in friendship to help this..This..Slytherin !! And then they feel that they have the right to tell me to sod off?! Fine! I will!” Harry yelled in a fit of anger after reading the response to his letter. He crumpled the letter in his fist into a ball, and threw it at the waste bin. It bounced off and Harry glared at it. “Probably just a lame joke anyway mate.” Ron declared a few minutes later. “Malfoy, stupid sod’s probably just trying to get a rise out of you, to fuck with you or something. Ya know? Seems like something he would do.” Ron said while walking downstairs, oblivious to the look of pure loathing that crossed his best friend’s features.

Harry saw red. His eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared and his mouth was set in an unbecoming scowl. He walked with fast hard strides towards the small desk in Ron’s room where the spare parchment lay, and swiped up a quill and a bottle of ink from the top right drawer. He pictured Malfoy sitting at his desk and devising the perfect letter to send out to him, then thought back to the night before, and his guilty pleasure, which only served to make him more furious. He put his brain to work and thought of the perfect reply to send back to Malfoy.
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Draco was still sitting outside by the lake, staring blankly into it’s blue depths, wondering what the hell he was going to say in his next letter, when he heard Harry’s owl above him. “Shit!” He cursed under his breath, and snapping his head upward to look at the beautiful white owl. Hedwig swooped down and landed on Draco’s outstretched arm. He untied the letter from her leg and she flew up to a branch above him. Nervously, Draco opened the it and quickly read it.

Malfoy,
Your perfect blend of poetry woven in between compliments, had me thinking that you were sincere. But after reading your second letter, I can’t believe that I didn’t catch the fact that it was you the first time around. Looking back, I see that when I read it knowing that it is you, it sounds completely different than when I thought it was someone else. The lines that were once flattering, became sarcastic and cruel.
Using words to manipulate a reader into believing you are sincere, when actually you are just being malicious, is a talent that I know I will never posses.
But on the other hand, you didn’t sign your name, which makes me believe that either it was premeditated as part of your plan, or the letter was actually true, and you were too much of a coward to admit that you are a ponce and you fancy me. Think my eyes are gorgeous and what not.
~HP~

“Shit!” Draco cursed. “What in the bleeding fuck did I get myself into? What the hell am I going to say to get out of this?” He thought angrily as he paced back and forth in front of the lake. He walked over to his blanket where his parchment and quill were laying and scribbled down the first thing that came to his head.

Potter,
No. I am not a ponce. You wish! I neglected to mention your hideous glasses and that atrocious scar from the description, in order to make my letter sound more convincing in my role of smitten, trapped on the dark side, Slytherin. I thought it terribly funny waiting for your predictable, Gryffindor response. I can’t believe you actually thought I was serious. Sorry I got your hopes up.
~DM~

Hedwig flew down to Draco, and stretched out her leg. He tied on the letter, and she flew away. Draco sighed as he sank back down onto his blanket. Harry had supplied the perfect opportunity for him to get out of this shitty situation, by suggesting that the letter was an attempt to make fun of him. He felt bad about what he had written, but he wasn’t ready for Harry to know the truth. He didn’t know if he ever would be. In fact, he still had hopes of getting over his silly infatuation with Potter. Draco stood up and shrunk all of the items that he had carried with him. He stuffed them in his pocket and sped off on his firebolt, back towards Malfoy Manor.
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Harry was currently sitting cross-legged in Ron’s back yard, elbow on his knee and his chin resting in his hand. He was plucking out strands of grass, one by one, and carelessly tossing them aside, while he stared blankly at a mole hill a few feet away from him. Thoughts were swimming in his mind and he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell his problem was, being disappointed with Draco’s response. In all reality, he knew that Draco was just a malicious asshole.. And definitely straight. But what did it matter anyway? Harry would never be able to befriend him. His friends would probably disown him.

Harry heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see Ron coming towards him. Ron sat down next to him and mimicked Harry, plucking out grass. “Still thinking about that letter mate?” he asked. Harry shrugged. “Don’t worry he’ll get what’s coming to him.” Harry looked over at his best friend. He wished he could tell him what was on his mind, but Ron wouldn’t understand. He didn’t even understand it himself. How could he expect Ron to?

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