3 years after...
After the war of Hogwarts, things have changed. Obviously.
Harry, Ron and Hermione (the last two being a happy couple from then) moved into their own house close to the Weasley’s, where the three of them stayed.
A lot of their friends stayed in London and had normal jobs after three years.
Harry became a really good and important Auror, Hermione became a simple nurse and Ron was still deciding what path he would like to walk on.
All in all, life has changed for them, but it wasn’t as bad as it seemed in the beginning.
However, there was something that did bother Harry.
He hasn’t seen him since then and he really wanted to know how his secret crush back in the days was doing.
But apparently, Draco and his mother disappeared from the screen, meaning that they were nowhere to be found.
And it hurt Harry. A lot.
Things with Ginny didn’t go too well and they broke it off soon after their first big fight that involved a lot of shouted insults.
Ron was cool with it, in fact he was glad that his best friend didn’t snog with his sister anymore.
The thing that no one knew was that Harry missed Draco.
He missed him so much.
After what happened in that fire, Harry had so many questions, so many things to say-but there was no time for confessions.
So on one day, he decided to do something about it.
It was around November when Harry finally got the guts to speak up.
All his Auror colleagues and bosses where in a meeting, more like a little party thing going on, and camera men and reporter were all over the place to ask them everything they possibly could.
When it was Harry’s turn, he answered a lot of questions, regular ones about his job and his private life, you know, normal stuff that he had to answer every day.
But there was one question that got him.
“So, Harry Potter, is there anyone special in your life?”
With a shaky breath he turned to the camera.
“Hello, ferret.” (he had to give him a nickname since the Ministry was still looking for him and his mother)
“I know you know that I am talking to you right now, and it’s really hard for me to say, but…I miss you. Where are you? I really wanna see you again and talk about everything that happened. Just the two of us, like friends. Please let me know if you’re safe. Thank you.”
And that night, when Harry got home, there was an owl on his window and when he opened the attached letter, he froze.
don’t you ever call me ferret again or I’ll cut you into tiny pieces and feed them to the Dementors.
But yeah, I am fine. Thanks for asking.
Talk? I would like to hear what the great Harry Potter has to say to his biggest enemy.
You know that little coffee shop down the street? Let’s meet there tomorrow, at 10AM in the morning.
Don’t be late.