Written for the love letter prompt @drarrymicrofic. Hope you enjoy!
(Harry is in italics, Draco is in regular type. Also, sorry this is definitely longer than 50 words oops)
Mr. Draco Potter. Mr. Harry Malfoy. Mr. and Mr. Draco Potter.
What? This is my notebook. Get out of here at once!
Um, sorry, but I’m writing in my own journal, too. I don’t know why this is happening, either. Is this some sort of prank?
No, you imbecile! If it were, why would I be acting surprised? Now, who is this?
Wait, you don’t know who I am?
Of course not! Although, your frightening lack of deduction skills is narrowing the field of suspects. Are you a Gryffindor?
Very subtle, Gryffindor. Please note the sarcasm in that statement.
Please note that I’m not an idiot, Malfoy.
Of course you’re not. (Again, see previous message, re: sarcasm). Now, back to the matter at hand: guessing your identity. What class are you in right now?
It’s polite to end a correspondence with a parting phrase, though I suppose I wouldn’t expect you to know that, you mannerless Gryffindor.
Sorry, my friend took my journal away to see what notes I was writing and I just got him to give it back.
Oh, that’s funny, I just saw Potter yank his journal back from--
Malfoy, you figured it out, didn’t you?
Come on, prat, I won’t make fun of you too much.
What I wrote before was a joke. You were right, I was pranking you. Haha, Potter, you should have seen your face!
Also this isn’t Malfoy. Who’s Malfoy?
Come on, Malfoy. You know it’s me, and I know it’s you. I saw you slam the book shut just now and your face turned all red.
It’s okay, you know. I won’t tell anyone about your love note.
Gods, Potter, you’re so full of yourself!
Malfoy. Draco, the war is over. I saw what you wrote and, um, you aren’t alone. Meet me after class? Room of Requirement?
Fine. Don’t keep me waiting, Potter.
