You had no idea where these owls were coming from; their talons often held letters and presents.

They’d fly past you when you were in the courtyard, drop words of passion at your feet and then fly away.

You’d tried following the owl when it disappeared into the school, but lost track of it rather quickly as it swooped into random windows and over head hundreds of hurrying students.

It was one particular owl that made you start to piece together who actually sent these eloquent love letters.

‘I wish I could express my feelings for you without being bashed by the idiots in my house. ~ D.M’

D.M? Who was D.M? perhaps a first name? Or a surname? A nickname? So many people had D’s and M’s in their name- first, second, surnames, nicknames, pet names, maternal names.

So, you started studying everyone who could be suspected. The sender had neat cursive handwriting, had a ‘D.M’ in their name, and felt like they couldn’t profess their feelings without being made fun of— honestly that hurt a little, were you that embarrassing to be around? Owch.

The more thought you put into it, the more people you ruled out, the less you wanted to believe it was the only suspect. Draco.

How were you supposed to go about this? Confront him? Send him a cryptic owl back? Pin the letters on his book bag? Was it even him?

Draco didn’t seem like the type to take a liking to you- he was far too posh, way out of your league.

Still, it seemed to be the only option. So, you enacted your plan.