Choose your own Harry Potter Fanfic
The hothead, I hated that about him. His temper and judgment were seriously intertwined. He could never look at things logically. I decided to go at it from a different angle.
Hermione,
Why don't we put aside our differences and call a truce. I've sent a similar letter to Potter, but he won't listen. Harry, that is.
Would you be willing to help me convince him? I swear that I'm completely sincere.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
I sealed it and sent it along. If anyone could be convinced of my sincerity I thought she would be the one. If I convinced her she was sure to get through to him eventually. I destroyed Harry's response to my first letter and went downstairs for breakfast.
Hopefully my father was over his bad mood from the night before. I didn't discover whether he was over it or not as he was away for the day and I'd missed his departure by several hours. How very sad.
I remembered a time when I used to look up at him, and think of him as a sort of God. I emulated him in every way possible. Maybe I was still doing it to that day. I was determined that that part of my life would come to an end now.
I spent the morning brewing potions in the basement. I always found brewing relaxing. That was probably why I liked potions class so much. After I went upstairs and had lunch. My owl flew in during lunch and dropped a letter from Hermione next to my plate.
"Something important dear?" Mother asked from the other side of the table. I glanced down at it.
"Just a letter from a friend," I told her. She smiled in easy acceptance. That was the nice thing about mother. She never asked too many questions. After lunch I went directly to my room to read the letter. Hermione had written three pages of text which could be summarized into one sentence.
Hermione,
Why don't we put aside our differences and call a truce. I've sent a similar letter to Potter, but he won't listen. Harry, that is.
Would you be willing to help me convince him? I swear that I'm completely sincere.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
I sealed it and sent it along. If anyone could be convinced of my sincerity I thought she would be the one. If I convinced her she was sure to get through to him eventually. I destroyed Harry's response to my first letter and went downstairs for breakfast.
Hopefully my father was over his bad mood from the night before. I didn't discover whether he was over it or not as he was away for the day and I'd missed his departure by several hours. How very sad.
I remembered a time when I used to look up at him, and think of him as a sort of God. I emulated him in every way possible. Maybe I was still doing it to that day. I was determined that that part of my life would come to an end now.
I spent the morning brewing potions in the basement. I always found brewing relaxing. That was probably why I liked potions class so much. After I went upstairs and had lunch. My owl flew in during lunch and dropped a letter from Hermione next to my plate.
"Something important dear?" Mother asked from the other side of the table. I glanced down at it.
"Just a letter from a friend," I told her. She smiled in easy acceptance. That was the nice thing about mother. She never asked too many questions. After lunch I went directly to my room to read the letter. Hermione had written three pages of text which could be summarized into one sentence.