letter 6
20 March 1996
Starboy,
I was worried you were going to stop talking to me after you got your book back. Of course, I'd like to keep writing to you.
I never considered you to be Neville. He simply wouldn't be reading a book that goes so deep into the Dark Arts.
My friend thinks your description of me is correct, but personally, I don't think I'm "smoking hot." That's so predictable of a teenage boy to say. I don't even know how old you are, so I hope this comment was age appropriate.
Well, pure-blood narrows down my list a lot, assuming you're a fifth-year like me. I see Gryffindor red way too often for it to be my favorite color, so I am also going to assume that you are not a Gryffindor.
I have attached a list of my favorite books, both magical and non-magical. I would start with the muggle story called Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. It's a very famous play about star-crossed lovers. (Get it? Star?) I'm fairly certain there is a copy of it in the library.
- Bookworm
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"You told her she's 'smoking hot?'" Blaise exclaimed.
"Would Malfoy talk to any girl that isn't?" Theo teased.
Draco held his head in his hands and groaned, "I can't believe I told her that."
Blaise skimmed the rest of the letter and chortled, "You're going to read a muggle book? Don't let your parents find out."
Draco glared at his friend and snatched the parchment away, tucking it into his suit pocket.
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20 March 1996
Bookworm,
I am a fifth-year, but I will neither confirm nor deny the Gryffindor statement. You already know too much about me.
I'll check out the book as soon as I can.
I like our messages. It's like a little book club.
- Starboy
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Draco sent Comet off with his letter and headed towards the library. He had never been in the Muggle Authors section, so he scanned the aisles for the work Bookworm had recommended to him. There were many books by Shakespeare, but Draco only wanted Romeo and Juliet. He grabbed the book from the shelf and headed to Madam Pince's desk to let her know. She eyed him skeptically but took note of his borrowing anyway.
He pounded down the stairs to the kitchens, where he sat down at the end of a table. He flipped to the front page of the book and a house-elf appeared, asking Draco if wanted anything to eat. He asked for some green apples and waved the house-elf away.
"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean," he read.