On Mothers.
You know, she barely says two words to me unless it's 'marry now' (and she has entire lists of socially acceptable and rich pureblood girls and boys, so in a sense I applaud her open-minded-ness), but I finally get her off my back, and what happens? Malfoy apparently goes boy-crazy in the Great Hall to the extent that my mother is writing me about it and pointing out his pedigree.
So before you read about it in the Daily Prophet, our blossoming nuptials have been nipped in the bud. I mean, self-centred, smirky, aristocratic Slytherins? I don't know why Mum thinks that's my type.
Still, it was fun to hear that everyone knows about Malfoy's little tête-a-tête. Want me to throw you a Coming Out Party, mate? We can play 'Pin the Pink Triangle on Finnigan', it'll be hilarious.
No-one seems to care about who you apparently kissed - for all your denials, Harry, most of the great pureblood families already considered you a raging freak-of-nature, so liking boys hardly surprises them. (Which is why they're so surprised at Malfoy, cause somehow they thought he was ragingly straight and all.)
Guess it must be something in the water. Anyway, I've got to write Mum back and tell her how gayly flamboyant Malfoy is looking today. I think she expects daily updates as to his gaiety. Maybe there should be some kind of spectrum. "Today Malfoy is at Lavender level of gayness." (Which isn't as bad as so, puce or fluorescent orange.)
Come here, you sexy, smirky, aristocratic, self-centred Slytherin bastard. You make the real thing look bad in comparison.
So before you read about it in the Daily Prophet, our blossoming nuptials have been nipped in the bud. I mean, self-centred, smirky, aristocratic Slytherins? I don't know why Mum thinks that's my type.
Still, it was fun to hear that everyone knows about Malfoy's little tête-a-tête. Want me to throw you a Coming Out Party, mate? We can play 'Pin the Pink Triangle on Finnigan', it'll be hilarious.
No-one seems to care about who you apparently kissed - for all your denials, Harry, most of the great pureblood families already considered you a raging freak-of-nature, so liking boys hardly surprises them. (Which is why they're so surprised at Malfoy, cause somehow they thought he was ragingly straight and all.)
Guess it must be something in the water. Anyway, I've got to write Mum back and tell her how gayly flamboyant Malfoy is looking today. I think she expects daily updates as to his gaiety. Maybe there should be some kind of spectrum. "Today Malfoy is at Lavender level of gayness." (Which isn't as bad as so, puce or fluorescent orange.)
Come here, you sexy, smirky, aristocratic, self-centred Slytherin bastard. You make the real thing look bad in comparison.