The day had been a long one, despite his enjoyment, with Sirius' usual enthusiasm and all the gift giving and enjoyment. Dinner had been massive, and it was only in the evening that things began to settle down.
Sylvie Rosier had begun hinting that it might be time to begin ending the festivities, but it was only when Sirius had been his usual self and practically blurted out that the Potter parents might want to 'enjoy their gift' that the full story had been revealed. The adults had been gifted a night, and morning, to themselves at a hotel and spa.
His sisters, naturally, blushed and gagged at the thought while Harry merely rolled his eyes. Still, it was humorous for the boy-who-lived to watch the two grownups try and be as nonchalant as possible about heading home to then pack.
Really, they were practically teenagers at that point, everyone knew what they were doing, they certainly didn't need to hide it. Still, he played along and even yawned to sell his own part of wanting to get some rest.
After returning home the two packed in a controlled hurry, triple checked with their kids to make sure they would be okay by themselves, ensured emergency information was written down, then departed, leaving just the three students home alone.
With the day winding down Harry opted to a break from other people and relax in his room, alone.
It was then, with Hedwig out for an evening flight, that another owl flew into his room, circling once or twice overhead before dropping an envelope onto his chest. It promptly exited through the same window without so much as touching down once.
Blinking, Harry glanced down at the object trying to deny what he knew it was and who it was from.
Slowly, carefully, peeling it open he peered in and removed the folded letter along with several other smaller objects. Instantly recognizing the handwriting, despite wishing he didn't, a part of him had the urge to burn the offending object without another glance while another gave him pause.
Despite being overly creepy, and having a poor opinion about personal space, the older Malfoy sister had never done anything wrong to him. He shouldn't be cruel to her without reason. Thus, he took a calming breath and began to read.
My dearest Harry,
Not a single day goes by that I do not think about you, not a single night where I do not dream of you. It has been many moons since we last talked and I long for your voice, for your attention.
Every day I have studied you from afar, observed as you went about your day, spending time with those so unworthy of you. Don't they know we belong together? Don't they know they can never compete, can never understand you the way I do?
You look at them as if they are special, but I know you see the difference, the imperfections in all they do, in all they are. You see the blemishes in their skin, the tangles in their hair, the unsightliness, the ugliness.
Perhaps you are too kind to point it out, to make their flaws so apparent. You are too kind for them Harry, and far too beautiful.
You and I both know that I am free of these imperfections, of the unpleasant shapes and shades that mar all those other girls. I see the way you look at me Harry, curiosity and desire burning in your eyes.
Soon you will have all you need and more.
Soon, when the time is right, we will be together, and you will forget all about those other girls.
-Forever yours,
Pandora Malfoy
Perhaps he had been wrong. He desperately thought back to any time during the year in which he would have given her the idea he was staring at her, but nothing came to mind.
It was then he took a closer look at the other items, and realized they were pictures. Frowning, he picked one up to examine it a bit closer. It was of a girl, the one who had written him the letter, standing alone in her room.
Odd, but maybe this was some sort of, 'I took pictures of you so here are some in return' type of deal. Harry practically choked when the teenager in the picture winked at him… then began undressing.
He stared for a moment, mesmerized at the skin being revealed before returning to his senses and flipping the object over. Sure enough a quick glance over the other photos were of the Malfoy heiress in different locations, but performing the same task when his attention was brought onto it.
Pandora Malfoy had sent him pictures of her stripping.
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