November 16th
Dear Ginny,
I love you, but I do wonder sometimes if we're going to make it. Your brothers may be the death of me.
Eh, I think I may have made a little progress with Bill, but I'm worried the price for it was too high. The twins now seem to be convinced that I'm having an affair to Snape. I hope I don't have to tell you that I'm not, but EWWWWW- They really couldn't have picked a worse moment to show up. I'm not having an affair with Lacy either (the blonde you met)...that idea's slightly less gross, but equally untrue. I miss you.
I told Bill that I'd do my best to find Gabrielle, and I will...but Ginny... I keep hearing Blaise in my head. It's been three days, no ransom note or anything. I'm not sure she's still alive. I'm worried I won't find her, or if I do, I'm not sure what condition she'll be in. I should just stop thinking about it and start looking.
At least last night went well, long as Potter made it back without drawing attention to himself. I guess I ought to write him next.
Love,
Draco
P.S. I hope last night was nice for you too.