"It's harmless!" you say as you sit at your childhood friend Draco's dormitory desk, as he slowly paces back and forth on the green Slytherin carpet.

"Some fucker is sending you letters and you want to tell me it's harmless?" he replies darkly, holding out your sheet of parchment between his fingers as he shakes his head.

You sigh and try to take it back, but he dodges you. You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest as he recites, "Thought of you at midnight, hope you're doing well. Love, Harry."

He scoffs, "It doesn't take a genius to know what he was doing while thinking of you at midnight."

You glare at him, before finally snatching the paper from his hands. A faint smirk makes its way onto his lips.