Love Letters

All Love Letters are from Draco to Harry.

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Chapter Six

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style=\'font-size:16.0pt;font-family:\"Viner Hand ITC\";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>Blang=EN-GB style=\'font-size:16.0pt;font-family:\"Viner Hand ITC\";mso-ansi-language:
EN-GB\'>lame the excitement over the tragic break up or the fire whiskey you lot
practically drowned yourselves in afterwards if you like, but you and I both
know it isn’t true. Ron needed to even
the score between you to keep being your friend and you needed to let him.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I was just a convenient way to settle up
between friends. I don’t think he even
really wanted me, but he definitely got off on watching you while he did it.

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mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>He was hard the entire time, rubbing himself off on my
arse while he looked at you. I was
looking at you, too, watching you lying there in your bed, pretending to sleep,
but you know that. You never took your
eyes off me writhing around on Ron’s tatty sheets.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> We left the curtains open just for you,style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> though I doubt you could see all the way over
to his bed with all that water in your eyes.
I think watching you have a wank with the same rhythm as his hand on my
cock may be the single most perfect moment of my life.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> You looked like you were in pain.

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mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>I wanted you to hurt like I do, to feel even just a
taste of what feeling you fuck the Mudblood every bloody night did to me.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I didn’t try to stop the sounds falling from
my mouth, the better for you to hear every moan you’ve ripped from me with her
body. I could hear you, too, last night
while you had one off while I fucked your best friend’s fist.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I heard it every time your breath hitched,
every time you tried to suppress a groan and failed.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I heard you moan my name when you came, and I
heard you sniffling into your pillow after you turned away.

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mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>And if you heard me whisper your name when I spilled
all over his hand, it wasn’t because I love you.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> It was to make sure I had your complete
attention, because you’ll never see me come again.

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EN-GB\'> thought I hated you before, but that can’t even compare to the way I
feel right now. Do you enjoy putting me
in my place? Obviously I’m evil and therefore a perfect sacrificial lamb on the
altar of Prince Potter. But not Granger,
no, couldn’t have everyone thinking bad thoughts about your precious little
Mudblood *now*. You made such a big
fucking production about how you loved me, that it was true love like Romeo
and Juliet, that they hate me for hurting you, and her for fucking you.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> And yet somehow she gets to come out of it
smelling like roses, like she fucked you every night because you were her good
friend, while I *still* get blamed every time you want to have a mood, your
favourite scapegoat.

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mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>Two months you wouldn’t speak to me, acknowledge that
I was even alive. Two months!style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> All we ever did was kiss *once*, and you had
the whole school ready to lynch me for breaking your pathetic, fragile
heart. You didn’t eat, Potter.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> You didn’t speak.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> You made everyone in the whole damn school
hate me even more than they already did and then drove me *insane*.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> And now, after you fucked Granger every night
for a month, she dumps you, publicly, and you’re back to being best pals? What
the fuck?!

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mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>Is she so important to the Dumbledore-Potter side of
the war that she can’t be allowed to be tainted? She still holds your
hand. She still sits with you in class
and at dinner so close she’s practically in your lap.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> You and Ron are thick as thieves with her
again, as if nothing had ever happened, as if shagging her was just a normal
thing between friends. You don’t shag
Ron when you’re depressed.

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mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>But where am I left after all this? Somehow Jezebel
turned back into a saint, there for you in your time of need, while I get
blamed for making you need her in the first place.
I’m back to being the Death Eater who broke your heart, while you
bravely carry on with your best friends at your side.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> And I am all alone.

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EN-GB\'>top looking at me, you great ponce.
I can’t take it. Talk to me or
don’t, but don’t keep staring at me while you try to decide whether or not I’m
worth the effort of opening your mouth.
How long has it been since you spoke to me? That night
in your dorm. Forever.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>

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mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>When I’m feeling ridiculous, I imagine that your looks
are longing gazes meant to convey your soul to me.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> But it’s nothing but a flight of foolish
fancy to imagine that whatever feelings you had for me once remain, and Malfoys
are never foolish. But, sometimes I wish
for the fool’s gold that is your affection.

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mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>I can still feel your body pressed against mine, my
back at the wall, the ghost of rough lips on mine.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> It was only once, but it was enough to burn
me. Why does this still torment me? What
is it about you that sucks everyone around you into
your orbit? I am a comet burning for you
until I crash into you and die. Only the
smallest embers of me remain in the aftermath of loving you.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>

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mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>I can’t let you destroy me again.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> There is not enough
of me left to be consumed by you. You
would hunger for more and I would be left with nothing.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> And yet I want to, to give the last bits of
myself as an offering, just to end the separation that I can endure no
longer. Perhaps when I am away from you,
away from the temptation of your form paraded in front of me every day, I will
be able to break the pull of your eyes on mine, calling me back to you.

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