GOODNIGHT FROM YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND

. I got dressed and wished you were there so I could come kiss you every thirty seconds. You’re funny and I love you. You’re handsome and I love you. You’re crazy and I love you.

Dear Draco,

I haven’t had a chance to write to you all day, which was annoying, because I woke up this morning and I realised that I am absolutely, completely, head-over-heels in love with you. I brushed my teeth and thought about how every time I go to your room you have a new poster up and it makes me want to crack your head open to figure out what goes on in there. I ate cereal and remembered how enthusiastic and yes, flexible you are in bed. I got dressed and wished you were there so I could come kiss you every thirty seconds. You’re funny and I love you. You’re handsome and I love you. You’re crazy and I love you.

Since you’ve been in love for a while, any advice for a novice? How, for instance, am I supposed to concentrate at work when you’re in my head, all lanky and contradictory and absent? Serious question. I am stumped.

GOODNIGHT FROM YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND,

Harry Potter

“Let me have you.”

“Okay,” said Draco.

“Just me,” said Harry.

“Does this go both ways?” asked Draco, through kisses.

“Yes. I want to belong to you,” said Harry.