You and Draco have been rivals since first year. You compete for number one in every class, always insulting and messing with each other. You’d never admit it but you both enjoy the banter low-key. One night, when Draco really gets on your nerves, you end up writing a letter about it - one that you never planned to send for it was too detailed, too exposing. It starts off as a rant about what he did and said before slowly starting to talk about how aggravatingly handsome he was and how horrible people didn’t deserve such pretty eyes. All in all, it was something you intend on burning immediately after writing, but something compels you to leave it on your bedside table and deal with it in the morning. Only when you wake up, the letters not there and your owl is staring at you, almost challengingly from the window. She wouldn’t have. Woukd she? It turns out she would when you come face to face with draco malfoy himself and he looks rather dazed with a familiar piece of writing dangling precariously in his grip.