Draco smiled and gently ran his fingers through her hair, closing his eyes as he leaned his head against her shoulder. not saying...er, writing anything, just content to sit there with her, gently tangling their fingers together. he made lunch, set up his computer for her, so she could learn more, and made dinner. it wasn't until the sun begane to set that the response came, Draco had to admit he was astonished, and he quickly found michela and opened the letter so that they could read it together.
To Draco Malfoy
i have to admit i was surprised to hear from you of all people, i did not want to open the letter, as i was certain you wanted to apologize or thank me or some stupid shit like that, i have to admit i am very tired of well wishers and apologetic ass holes who feel it necessary to get on my good side, even after all of these years...it was the touch of magic that i have never come across before that interested me. i am not sure if i beleive that you have a fallen angel in your company, but then i guess i can't really beleive in anything these days, i will be stepping through your Kitchen Fireplace as soon as you lower your wards to me. i do not feel as if i owe you anything, even if you did save my life, but i feel it unnecessarily cruel to make you suffer alone...i might not be the Gryffindor Golden Child anymore, but i am still finding it impossible to ignore someone in need.
P.S. I'm punching you in the face as soon as i see you, so you better get used to ducking you dick.
Harry Potter.
Draco had to smirked a little. 'he sounds better than i expected, a little tired, but certainly not the suicidal mess that i was. i'm going to head into the kitchen to meet him.' he grinned a little, feeling rather excited about the promise to get punched in the face, he had to admit it was something he was familiar with, something he could look forward to. he dropped the wards, only for harry...just in case the Demon was lurking around, and watched as the once Golden boy stepped through.
Harry looked like he was still fighting the war, he was thin, of course, he was always thin, there where dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he hadn't shaved in a week, a rough stubble clinging to his cheeks and face a small smirk on his lips as he looked Draco over. "Damn, looks like someone else got to you first, well maybe i won't punch you in the face." Draco rolled his eyes and held up the pad of paper, 'i can't talk potter, Fenrir ripped out my voice box. i do have to thank you for coming, i don't think i can protect her by myself.' the information that Draco couldn't talk, made guilt cross Harry's face... it was sort of Harry's fault that Draco had suffered through Fenrir anyway...