For @drarrymicrofic prompt: “Letter 2” wc 800 // thank you @jungeatheart for your help
Robards tells me you’re joining the Auror Office.
Wanted to reach out before you start. Maybe we could find some time to clear the air? Grab a drink?
Really? Just H? Am I not worthy of the additional four letters that spell out your name?
I would rather shove the Sword of Gryffindor up my arse than get a drink with you.
I’m happy to ask Neville if he’d be prepared to loan the sword, if you’re keen.
Hope your first day went well.
I suppose thanks are in order. I heard you stuck up for me with Watson. You didn’t need to.
Watson’s a dick. Don’t let him get to you.
Well done on the Troll case.
We’re going to the pub on Friday. You in?
Societal expectations dictate that when a colleague is going through a difficult time, one must offer a sympathetic word.
Bad luck on the redhead. At least you’re now free to seed your field—or whatever agricultural metaphor Muggles favour.
It’s sow your wild oats.
Not that it matters. Ginny and I weren’t together. It was a cover. We’re both gay as fuck and didn’t want it impacting our careers. We thought it would.
It’s Robards’ birthday Sunday, so we’re heading to the pub tonight. Open invite.
You missed out on a good night.
Or are you just homophobic?
Clearly, you are a defective gay if you’ve failed to recognise I’m about as queer as the sun is yellow.
I’ve simply opted to ignore your persistent requests for drinks.
Now, can you please send over the report for the Niffler case? I put the request in two days ago, and you’re starting to piss me off.
Sorry to hear about your father.
Hope you’re doing alright.
You’re not sorry. Neither am I.
Enclosed: a sickle. Have a drink on me. Because I fucking am.
Been on field duty for three weeks and come back to find out you’ve acquired a fully-fledged boyfriend?
Have to ask if you’re okay.
I went on one fucking date because he wouldn’t stop asking. Now he’s picking out wedding linens.
Sorry, but this is hilarious.
I’m actually crying. Robards sent me home. I’ve claimed exhaustion due to emotional instability.
Did you really send my mother a Christmas card?
I only send cards to people who either
b) Have a drink with me at the pub.
No, you can’t use the Manor lie because I saved you from Fiendfyre. We’re even.
Enjoy the bastard card enclosed. Your stupid puppy-dog eyes at work were sickening.
We’re going out on NYE. A bunch of us from work. I’m not taking no for an answer.
Totaly wolud if u gave me a chanc.
Something tells me I embarrassed myself on NYE?
My owl came back this morning, and the last letter I received was from you. Did I write you something?
How about I show you on Friday?
Sorry, I had to dip early this morning. You look beautiful when you’re sleeping. Might be the lack of talking.
I’ve thought about it. I’ll move in.
I didn’t mean to react so negatively. But come on—I was balls deep when you asked.
I’ll pop over tomorrow, and we can discuss the details.
You said I was moving quickly when I asked you to move in—and then you go and propose?
What a way to make a bloke feel special. Running off before I can answer.
Get home and do it properly. I’m not answering until you’re on one knee.
The future Harry James Potter-Malfoy
Scorpius is adamant that we leave a full pint out for Santa. He says you promised him.
Such a bizarre Muggle tradition you’ve brought into our house.
Draco Lucius Potter-Malfoy
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