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Harry -
If anyone had told me that one day, I would be sitting in Gryffindor tower waiting to surprise my boyfriend, I would have laughed in their face. If they had told me that the boyfriend in question would be none other than one Harry Bloody Potter, well, I would have hexed them silly. It just goes to show, doesn’t it?
I still can’t quite get my head around it — my BOYFRIEND is HARRY POTTER! The saviour of the wizarding world! He who has his own house-elf redirecting his post to clear out the millions of fan mail you’re sent on a daily basis!
Yup, it’s quite possible I suffered some kind of permanent brain damage during that potions accident and this whole last week has just been some weird delusion.
I know it’s weird that I’m writing a letter when I’m seeing you in just a few minutes, but in all honesty, I miss them. I never knew when they were going to show up or what they would say and it was like I had this special secret, a shining talisman to keep me going when things felt like too much. I never admitted to you just how much your letters started to mean to me, once I’d got over the idea, they were an elaborate prank of course!
These last few weeks have been the most amazing ever, if a bit surreal. I didn’t know what to expect when I got your letter saying you were coming to see me in the hospital wing, but it certainly wasn’t a wary and red-faced Gryffindor. I swear the second I laid eyes on you everything clicked into place. All the hints in your letters, the things you would say so casually that I would puzzle over, suddenly made so much sense. Honestly, I sort of judge myself for not working it out myself.
I have to say, I’m seriously considering having some kind of Pensieve loop made of Weasley’s face when you told him and Granger about us. It was as if he couldn’t decide whether to be furious, suspicious, happy or relieved all at once. At one point I swear his entire body went red! Granger was a lot more composed, rolling her eyes and sighing that sixth year made so much sense now.
Which reminds me — are you ever going to explain that? You went bright red and stammered something about charms theory and dragged Granger away, hissing like a Parselmouth that had been slipped a Babbling Beverage.
Anyway, as to why I’m sitting on your bed surrounded by gaudy red décor, I wanted to surprise you. Lately, we’ve been getting closer and we keep almost… and I don’t want it to be against a cold stone wall while classes are going on, I want it to be something special. More. It’s your first time and I’ll be damned if my boyfriend isn’t going to have the best experience possible. Remember, Malfoy’s expect only the best for themselves and their associates.
I can practically see your eyes roll in advance. I don’t care, you’re getting the full romantic experience and that’s final.
I kept thinking about all the talks we’ve had about our fantasies and yours always veered towards the romantic, always full of soft touches and whispered declarations of love. So here I am, sitting on your bed surrounded by rose petals. The candles, the finest beeswax, of course, have been warded so you don’t need to worry about your bed hangings catching fire.
I only hope you like it.
I have to say you’re taking a while. What could possibly be keeping you for so long? I’ve been going crazy wanting you ever since lunch today when you pushed me against that tree by the Great Lake and kissed me, your hands sneaking under my robes to graze my chest. Your kisses, usually so soft and sweet, were filthy. I felt like you tasted every part of my mouth with your tongue, your teeth grazing my lower lip in between kisses. And my neck, let’s just say tomorrow will be a turtleneck day!
What really got me was your knee, when you used it to push my legs apart and slid it up my inner thigh— I really need to stop this train of thought. I’m about two seconds from losing it right here on your bed and that’s a whole different surprise from the one I’ve planned. More humiliating and less satisfying for both of us! It’s insane that you’re the virgin and yet I feel like a bumbling idiot whenever I’m around you.
I will never get over how good you make me feel.
I love you,
D.L.M