Harry
Draco wasn’t at potions today, lunch, or here for dinner. The cold person I’d grown used to disappeared, and he disappeared right after I’d told broken boy about how I was. I heard Pansy Parkinson’s voice over the conversations in the great hall. “I feel awful that Dray’s so sick today.” Pansy said, while the other Slytherins agreed. So that’s where he is. I had been starting to entertain the thought that he might be broken boy.
Then I saw Theodore Nott, his face contorting to show something like pain, loss, and longing. Maybe a mix of all three, and more. Could…. Could he like Draco? Definitely not. He lives with Draco, he’d have to know how homophobic he is. Most likely he likes Pansy, and he’s jealous of all the attention Draco gets from her.
I quietly slip out of the great hall, and into the broken garden, as I now decided I was going to call it, with a quill and paper. I crouch on the stone bench, and write my letter to broken boy.
Dear broken boy,
Could I talk to you tomorrow at eleven? Today I had an impossible thought that you might be Draco Malfoy. But, how could you be Draco? You at least have emotions, as you’ve showed me. I would like to know more about you, like what you favorite book is, your favorite color, food, thought, song, your favorite place. I want to know you even if I don’t know who you are.
-Mystery boy.
Before common sense could stop me, I put the letter in the envelope and laid it on the stone bench. Quickly I climbed out of the broken garden and walked back to the Gryffindor common room.
Draco
I slip out of the Slytherin common room, and into my garden. When I walk over to the bench, I see the letter. I hesitate for a moment, my brain waring with the curiosity only Potter seemed to invoke.
Dear broken boy, 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcVL3E1cZvf
Could I talk to you tomorrow night at eleven? Today I had an impossible thought that you might be Draco Malfoy. But, how could you be Draco? You at least have emotions as you’ve showed me. I would like to know more about you, like what you favorite book is, your favorite color, food, thought, song, your favorite place. I want to know you even if I don’t know who you are.
-Mystery boy.
When I finished reading the letter my heart skipped a beat. For a split second I wished that I could show my emotions more. I quickly wrote yes in the bottom right corner, and laid it back on the bench. I clumsily climb back over the wall, almost falling off it. I stride back into the Slytherin common room like nothing happened. Everyone thinks I’d gone to see Madam Pomfrey for medicine, I’m fine with them thinking that. No one needs to know that my cold heart might be thawing.
I went back to my classes today, and I didn’t feel the need to go back to Madam Pomfrey. In potions I got paired with Potter, I wasn’t mean or rude either. I was mellow and quiet for the first time in a while. We had to brew the draught of peace, and I let Potter take the lead this time. Surprisingly, we actually succeeded in making the potion. Professor Snape was so surprised that he gave both Slytherin and Gryffindor fifty points.
Harry
Potions was….unexpected today. Malfoy, the sneering, arrogant git, was actually acting like I was human. Not like I was a bug squashed under his shoe. When I almost messed up the potion he quietly corrected me, stirring the potion the final time. I was especially surprised when he didn’t mock me for missing such a simple step.
After potions I went to the broken garden, and picked up my letter. I opened it and quickly scanned through it, looking for a reply. I saw it in the bottom right corner, a tiny scribbled yes. My heart jumps as I look at it. Broken boy didn’t run from me and my problems.
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and then Add to home screen.