ONE SHOT!!!!! Just a little note from Harry to Draco. not slash. Hope you
like it!
Disclaimer: I don`t own anyone.
It was the last day of school. No more Hogwarts. No next year. No more classes. No more of Potter, Weasel, and Mudblood. Most fortunate of all, NO MORE Pansy. All these ran through his mind as he ran through the hall trying to get away from Pansy Parkinson.
"Drakey-Poo!!!! It's the last day of school! Don't you want to spend it with meeeeeeeee?????????" Pansy whined, not far behind him.
Draco finally found his room. His father had talked Snape into letting him have it after Draco became a Prefect. He slammed the door shut.
Leaning against the door to keep Parkinson out until he could lock it, he shouted, "No! For the last time, I don't like you one bit! And another thing, I'm thankful that this is the last day because then I will not have to see that awful face of yours, you two-Knut whore! One more thing, I'm gay, for Merlin's sake!"
"Hmph!" and she left.
Finally. Draco got off the door and spotted a note on his desk. It was a gold envelope with a Gryffindor seal.
Formal, he thought. Classy, too. Maybe it's some girl hunting after me, even if it is from Gryffindor. I'm irresistible even if I am gay. After all these years, he was still as vain as ever. Malfoy flipped the envelope over to see the last name he'd ever expect. Harry Potter's. It was from his sworn enemy.
"What?" he thought outloud. "Why would he send me a note? Of all people, me.?"
Then smirking to himself, he wondered, maybe he's sending me a not saying that he likes me and that I'm hott. He always seemed like a queer. Excited to find out, he tore the seal off and took the note out.
It read:
Draco Malfoy, I expect that you are wondering why I sent you this on the last day.
No shit, I am.
All these seven years at Hogwarts, we've been rivals. I wanted to send this year with you knowing me as who I really am. You always thought of me as the "Golden Boy," a showoff, some "hero" with a bloody scar, pure, and innocent.
That's because you are.
But you're wrong.
I am not. Malfoys are always right.
Here's the bloody truth.
My hands are tainted with more than you would ever know.
Signed,
Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I don`t own anyone.
It was the last day of school. No more Hogwarts. No next year. No more classes. No more of Potter, Weasel, and Mudblood. Most fortunate of all, NO MORE Pansy. All these ran through his mind as he ran through the hall trying to get away from Pansy Parkinson.
"Drakey-Poo!!!! It's the last day of school! Don't you want to spend it with meeeeeeeee?????????" Pansy whined, not far behind him.
Draco finally found his room. His father had talked Snape into letting him have it after Draco became a Prefect. He slammed the door shut.
Leaning against the door to keep Parkinson out until he could lock it, he shouted, "No! For the last time, I don't like you one bit! And another thing, I'm thankful that this is the last day because then I will not have to see that awful face of yours, you two-Knut whore! One more thing, I'm gay, for Merlin's sake!"
"Hmph!" and she left.
Finally. Draco got off the door and spotted a note on his desk. It was a gold envelope with a Gryffindor seal.
Formal, he thought. Classy, too. Maybe it's some girl hunting after me, even if it is from Gryffindor. I'm irresistible even if I am gay. After all these years, he was still as vain as ever. Malfoy flipped the envelope over to see the last name he'd ever expect. Harry Potter's. It was from his sworn enemy.
"What?" he thought outloud. "Why would he send me a note? Of all people, me.?"
Then smirking to himself, he wondered, maybe he's sending me a not saying that he likes me and that I'm hott. He always seemed like a queer. Excited to find out, he tore the seal off and took the note out.
It read:
Draco Malfoy, I expect that you are wondering why I sent you this on the last day.
No shit, I am.
All these seven years at Hogwarts, we've been rivals. I wanted to send this year with you knowing me as who I really am. You always thought of me as the "Golden Boy," a showoff, some "hero" with a bloody scar, pure, and innocent.
That's because you are.
But you're wrong.
I am not. Malfoys are always right.
Here's the bloody truth.
My hands are tainted with more than you would ever know.
Signed,
Harry Potter