Who Are You?

"Draco! Draco Lucius Malfoy!"

Draco turned around slowly, already knowing the person calling his name.

"Hi Blaise. What do you want?" he asked rudely.

"That is not the way to talk to your friend," replied Blaise, as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Whatever."

Draco started to walk away but was stopped by a hand pulling him back.

"What?" he asked again.

"Canwechangepartnersforthepotionsassignment?" mumbled Blaise.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that. Speak slower please," said Draco.

"Can we change partners for the potions assignment?" asked Blaise again, speaking slower than necessary.

"Too slow, speak faster."

"Draco," whined Blaise, annoyed.

"Fine. What was the question again?" asked Draco.

Blaise gave a look to his friend, a look that could kill. Draco, feeling threatened, took a few steps back.

"Why would Blaise want to change partners?" thought Draco. "Is it because he doesn't like the Mudblood or he likes Harry too? Too? Wait. Do I like Harry? No, of course not."

"Why do you want to change partners?" asked Draco aloud.

"Um...I don't know. I think I'm falling for Harry," replied Blaise, cautiously.

"WHAT?"

A group of younger students walking by turned to look at the pair and quickly hurried away, not wanting to be around if a fight starts.

"I mean, Potter? You like him?" asked Draco, returning to his thoughts again.

"But I thought I was meant to be the one who likes Harry. Blaise likes him too? This is just too weird," mused Draco.

"Yeah. Harry's been really nice to me and he's a good friend, when you get to know him," said Blaise, looking down at his shoes.

"I have to let him swap, otherwise he might think I like Harry. This will not be good if it lets out. It might ruin my reputation," argued Draco in his mind.

"Fine, but you owe me. The Mudblood's worse than working with Potter," said Draco.

"Thanks Draco," said Blaise cheerfully. He leaned over to Draco and gave him a hug.

"Watch it! My hair took three hours to charm."

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When Harry got back to his dormitory that night, he found a letter folded neatly on his bed. He took a glance over the room and found that the others were reading their own letters or writing a reply. Harry sat down on his bed and made himself comfortable before opening the letter.

To Dark Rider,

The past few days have been a mess and I need someone to vent to. Someone I know has made friends with someone who I don't get along well with. Since the war is over, we Slytherins have been getting along better with the other houses, but I don't think this feud I have with this person can ever end.

Please give me your thoughts on this matter because I'm obviously having a lot of trouble with it.

From your pen-pal,

Silver Snake

P.S. If you have anything you need to vent about, I'm here to listen.

Harry finished reading and lied down, thinking of a suitable reply for his pen pal. A few minutes passed and when Ron looked over to his friend, all he found was a soundly sleeping Harry.

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"Draco! Wake up! You got a letter."

Draco got out of his bed and stretched his arms.

"Give it," he said angrily.

"You forgot the magic word," said Blaise, pouting.

Instead of a word, Blaise got a rude gesture from his friend. Draco grabbed the letter off the open-mouthed Blaise, got back into bed and shut the curtains. He opened the envelope slowly and cautiously.

To Silver Snake,

Lucky for you, I'm in a similar situation. If you want to resolve it, you should apologise to that person and you would probably make a new friend. I'm going to set the example and do the same thing for my problem.

From,

Dark Rider

P.S. Sorry, I don't have anything to vent about. Unlike you, I lead a happy life, mostly.