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House: You Choose. (You're from Ilvermorny)
Blood Status: Half or Pureblood (Your parents have jobs in the wizarding world)
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Exhausted from your travels home to England from Ilvermorny, you drop your trunk right next to your bedroom door, unwilling to unpack and make a mess so soon after your return home for the holiday break.
"Goodnight, y/n!" your mother calls from down the hall.
"Goodnight, Mother!" you shout back and you the door of your parents' room clicks shut. You take off your coat and fling it across the room and it lands on your desk. You pull off your uniform and change into a loose Slytherin sweater, one that Draco had sent you in the mail, and a pair of grey sweatpants. You climb into your large, four poster bed with grey sheets and lay sideways with your hands tucked gently under your cheek. You begin to think of Draco. You didn't really have any other friends. He's really the only person you've ever been able to connect with. Everyone at Ilvermorny ignores you and turns their backs on you. You only get talked to by other students when you were class partners with people. Draco wasn't like them at all. He would write to you every other day to tell you about the new event or development going on at Hogwarts. Life was never boring with Draco's letters. You could tell he cared about you enough to read your letters all the way through and give thoughtful feedback and make quality conversation. It was wonderful having someone to write to like him. You close your eyes and slowly drift off to sleep, thinking about Draco.
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Tap. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap. You wake up with a start and sluggishly sit upright and gently swing your legs to the floor. Tap. Tap.
"What's going on?" you groan quietly to yourself as you make your way over to the source of the tapping. You look out your window and spot a large, brown owl. Draco's owl. You open your window and the bird flutters in, landing on your desk chair, a roll of parchment strapped neatly to its left leg. You gently remove the letter and read.
Dear y/n,
I am so sorry for not writing back for such a long time. Please forgive me. Things were getting busier and busier at Hogwarts. I'm writing this to you while I'm on the train home from school. Mother wanted me home for Christmas this year. She loves having family time during the holidays. She likes to have Christmas Eve dinner parties with her friends. It's an annual thing of the Malfoys to hold events like that. I wonder what the theme of it will be this year... It might be something like ice and snow or a masquerade type party. I don't know. My mother always has the best ideas, though. I have a feeling it'll be great this year. And congrats on getting Outstandings on your Ancient Runes test. You mentioned that in your last letter. You should be really proud of it. Ancient Runes isn't an easy subject! I suspect not much is new other than planning for the party this year at the manor. Father is still doing his own thing. I'll probably do some reading during the break. I was also wondering if you would be able to meet up with me sometime. It's been months since we last saw each other and I miss you a lot. My friends at Hogwarts aren't like you. They don't have your smile, your laugh, or your personality. I mean that wholeheartedly. I really do mean what I say to you, y/n. Anyway... I'm going to be in Diagon Alley tomorrow around 1 o'clock. Meet me where we met. Please come if you can. I'd like to see you again, beautiful.
Sincerely,
Draco
Smiling and blushing slightly, you fold the letter in half and set down some owl food for Draco's bird. You pull out a quill and ink and write:
Dearest Draco,
It's great to hear from you and three days without a letter isn't that long to go without hearing from someone. I completely understand if you're busy. I'm miles away and what's in front of you should matter a bit more than owling me. I've also been a bit busy but now I'm back home in England. Nothing's really changed much with people at Ilvermorny. they're all as stand-offish as ever. I'd love to meet with you in Diagon Alley tomorrow at 1 o'clock. Until then, Draco. I can't wait to see you. I've missed you a lot, too.
- Y/n
You fold up the letter and neatly give it to Draco's owl after it's eaten its fill and crawl back into bed.
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"Father! Mother!" you call out as you quickly walk down the staircase, buttoning up your coat, juggling your gloves. "I'm going to Diagon Alley by floo! I'll be back in a few hours!"
"Okay, y/n!" your father calls back. "Don't be too late!"
"Okay!" you say, climbing into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!"
You drop the fistful of powder into the fireplace and green flames engulf your body. When they clear, you're standing in the fireplace of a shop in Diagon Alley. You step out ad exit into the crow of people. The roofs are snowy glistening white. The wizards and witches all shuffle around you doing their final holiday shopping. You run past all them and into Flourish and Blotts. You make your way to the back corner and find a tall blonde boy leaning against a bookshelf. You approach him and smile.
"Pardon me," You say, smiling even wider. "...but I must get by you. I need to get a copy of one of those transfiguration books behind you."
He smirks down at the ground.
"You even remember my first words to you, huh, y/n?" he asks. You nod and give him a hug.
"Of course, Draco. How could I forget?" you say. He rust rolls his eyes jokingly.
"Come on, y/n," he says, taking your hands. "Let's get coffee and catch up some."
He pulls you out into the stream of people again and you both enter a quaint coffee shop and sit down in the corner. After you two order and talk about life and new things in your life, he pulls out a black box with a neatly tied silver bow.
"I got you something for the holidays, y/n," he says pushing it toward you. "Go ahead, y/n. Open it...!"
"Oh, Draco. I couldn't," you gasp. "I didn't get anything for you!"
"No, no, y/n," Draco. "Open it... Come on... Please?"
He makes soft eye contact with you and you give in, taking the box in your hand and opening it. Inside sits a fancy in and quill set.
"It's enchanted. The quill never breaks and the ink bottle never dries or runs out. I thought it would be a good gift since we write to each other so much... Do you like it?" he asks, raising his eyebrows a bit, hoping that it's a good gift. You nod and lean over the table to hug him.
"It's perfect Draco. It's such a thoughtful gift. I can't thank you enough!" you say.
"It was nothing, y/n," he replies, staring into your eyes with his piercingly cool grey ones, taking your hand gently in his. "You're my best friend in the world. Anything to make you happy, beautiful."
His words echo in your mind as you heart jumps for glee. Could you be falling for him? Is it even possible to fall in love with mostly someone's letters after a chance encounter at a bookstore? Would he even go for a relationship with you? you ask yourself, but then you remember.
I really do mean what I say to you, y/n.
Anything to make you happy, beautiful...
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A/N: This chapter was 1299 words long! Thanks for reading! Sorry for the slow updates... Much more coming soon!
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