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Dearest Hannah,
I know your in London so I don't want to risk messing whatever it is your doing by having any owls track you down, so I'm writing you this letter which you will never receive. Suffice to say that I know how utterly pointless this is, but I never was one to let such a petty thing as reason spoil my plans.
Anyway; Thought I'd drop my opinion on all of these goings on. Off to London with dear saint Potter are we? Fine, fine. Now tell me, would you like your knife back, or shall I just leave it in my heart? Of course, I'm kidding. I don't want you to get the idea that I don't trust you, you know I do. If you were one to go running off with Potter for a good shag, well, I can't say I'd really want to be with you anymore anyway. So it's not that at all. Lets just point out again that my hate for Potter runs much deeper than any written emotion could allude to.
I did, in fact, get you last owl. And I'm touched as always by your concern for me, but, again as always, I really must try to get you to stop worrying so much. My trip home was only a diplomatic meeting with several of father's closest friend. It would not have done for me to be absent for that. Cant disappoint my twit of a father now can I? Of course not. I've spent a lot of time contemplating if Azkaban is really such a horrible punishment after all? I mean, wouldn't the pleasure of seeing several select people bleed to death make it worth it? Hah, I can almost see you glaring at me now. Of course I'm not going to kill anyone. I'm a Malfoy; we have people do that for us. Again, I'm not being serious.
Needless to say, soon these diplomatic meeting with all of these important people will lead to more complicated matters. It will not go unnoticed for long that I have no intention of throwing myself prostrate at anyone's feet. Yes, well my life going to shit isn't a new development is it?
The world is falling apart, so why not follow it down? I believe it would be correct to say we're all going to Hell in a hand basket anyway. I could write this off as a joke too… But you are not actually ever going to get a chance to read this, so why bother lying anyway?
Hnnn, I believe I may be finished with this both pointless and endless blather… Just a few last minute notes; I hate just about every single person you associate with and I hope dear Potter rots in hell for all eternity. I hope I will be able to actually write to you, or see you, or speak to you, or hold you.... soon. I also hope that I cut back on this nasty litte habit of writing just after I have consumed an unwise amount of alcohol.
Every ounce of by love, Pet,
-Draco