The Hogwarts Advice Column
by Pink Inspiration

Rating: R
Ship: Draco & Ginny
Canon: Books 1 - 5
Genre: Humor, Romance
Status: In progress
Length: 6,798 words in 7 chapters
Published: 18 Mar 2004
Last updated: 25 Feb 2007

What would happen if Harry Potter characters were forced to collaborate on Hogwarts' very first advice column?
Interactive.

From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/1902/

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1. Dear Draco

A/N: This is a funny little idea I got last night. Enjoy! ;)

Summary: What would happen if Harry Potter characters were forced to collaborate on Hogwart’s very first advice column?
Now it’s happened, and each Prefect is featured. What on earth will happen? Once more, how do Draco and Ginny end up
getting involved? A different character giving advice every chapter!

Draco grumbled as he pulled a quill out of his pocket and began to write. What an idiotic idea, he thought and grunted.
Another one of Dumbledore’s brilliant ideas. Savvy. Draco could at least comfort himself with the thought that no one
would actually write in. Who would pull themselves down to such derogatory level?

A Weasley, he thought with a smirk. Too bad both were Prefects; only Prefects had to participate in this
Merlin-foresaken advice column disaster.

Just his luck.

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The Hogwarts Advice Column

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Featured Columnist: Draco Malfoy

Education: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Age: Seventeen

Idol: No one

Favourite Colour: Silver

Hobbies: Potion brewing, teasing Potter

Comments:

I am a Slytherin. I am blonde. I am intelligent. I am witty. I am good-looking. I am evil.

Mwahaha.

Beat that.

Oh, and don’t even try to argue with me. You know I’m better than you.

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Dear Draco,

I’ve always thought you were the cold-hearted type. Now that you’ve opened this advice column, my view on you has
changed. I like boys that try to help. Are you single???

-Hopeless Romantic

Dear Hopeless Romantic,

With a name like that, it’s obvious no one could possibly love one of your sort. However, let me make this clear that I,
Draco Malfoy did not have a say on this position. Whether I am single or not, depends on who you are, and if I
personally accept you as a human being. You make your conclusion.

But with a name like Hopeless Romantic- well, let’s just say that’s exactly what you are:

Hopeless.

Good day,

Draco Malfoy

Dear Draco,

Why on earth does no one like me? I’m not so ugly, I’m very nice, intelligent, but yet everyone just seems to drift away
from me. HELP!

-Lonely Lady

Dear Lonely Lady,

It’s obvious that no one likes you because you deserve it. You’re either: a Mudblood, a Gryffindor, or a friend of
Potter’s. Or maybe you are ugly. That’s better than the before mentioned, isn’t it?

Good day,

Draco Malfoy

Dear Draco,

You’re so mean and ugly. Inside, I mean. Outside is a different story, but- oh that’s not the point. I don’t even NEED
advice!

So there!

-Advice is For Wimps

Dear Advice is For Wimps,

Is it just me, or do I smell an idiot? Here’s some advice for you: look up ‘contradictory’ in the dictionary.

Good day,

Draco Malfoy

Dear Draco,

My boyfriend cheated on me. He slept with another girl, and that girl told everyone, and the rumour got around to me,
and then to get back at him I slept with another boy, who I later found out had a gay relationship with my ex-boyfriend
of three months ago! But that’s not the worst! My recent boyfriend (not the gay one) got another girl PREGNANT, except
she told me that the day after she found out she was PREGNANT, her boyfriend PROPOSED to her, and now she’s marrying
another boy, while she has my boyfriend’s baby. And now I found out I’m pregnant with the other gay boy’s baby, except
that I found out he has an STD, and his mother was just diagnosed for post-traumatic stress syndrome, so I couldn’t
possibly tell her that I’m pregnant, and now I’ve got an STD, a baby and a whole mess of a life to figure out. What do I
DO?

-Tangled Mess

Dear Tangled Mess,

The answer is really quite simple. Just get a potion from Snape to turn the baby into an evil Dark Lord, then have the
baby, and use it to kill off the other people that are causing the problem in the first place.

Simple, if you ask me.

Good day,

Draco Malfoy

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Have you got a question for Draco or any of our other characters? Leave them in a review and the character may or may
not respond.

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2. Dear Draco, number 2

A/N: You’ll notice Draco is featured again this week. This is mainly because you all asked so many questions for him.
Since there’s only a certain amount of space available for the Hogwarts Advice Column (not to mention the author (that
talks in 3rd person) does have a life…), you’ll notice that not all questions are answered. For those who asked
questions to other characters, or even for those who did ask questions to Draco, be assured that your questions will
indeed be answered by one of our future columnists, but not necessarily by Draco. But you need not fear, for there are
some twists to this story (including more Draco appearances), and the characters may not necessarily play by the rules.

“Draco, because your feature in the Hogwarts Advice Column was such a success last week, I’d like you to do us a favour
and continue again this week. We still received many requests for your help,” said Dumbledore.

Draco tried to hide his frown. “All right. But who’ll be doing it next week?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Ginny Weasley.”

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The Hogwarts Advice Column

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Featured Columnist: Draco Malfoy

Comments from Last Week: Would all you insolate idiots stop pestering me to solve your worthless life’s problems? One of
my brain cells spent on answering your questions are worth more than your family alone.

This is your final warning. My last week. So enjoy while you can.

Bwahaha.

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Dear Draco,

Being a Slytherin, blonde, intelligent, witty, good-looking and evil is very hot. Please meet me in the Astronomy Tower
at Midnight. ^_~

-Sexy Slytherin-

Dear Pansy,

Refrain from bothering me with your pathetic advances and meaningless drabble. I am not and never shall be interested.
But since you so politely asked, I’ll make sure your meeting is not cancelled. Expect Goyle fifteen minutes late. He
tends to get lost on his way there.

Good day,

Draco Malfoy

Draco,

YOU LIKE GINNY! I know that you think that you think she's just a weasel or a mudblood lover, but in truth, you love her
firey red PASSION! And you wish that passion was directed in your direction...admit it, go on and admit it!

-Anonymous

-This is an Automated Message from our Featured Columnist-

DRACO MALFOY HAS CHOSEN NOT TO RESPOND TO THIS QUESTION.

Dear Draco,

Lately I have had guys coming all around me asking me out. I havent gone out in a date for years and I'm kind of happy
about bieng single. But sometime I do feel like that something is missing! But enough about me! Draco you are so hot! I
love intelligent, witty, good looking, evil guys! Holla back if your interested!

Totally Confuse

Dear Totally Confuse(d?)

Bloody hell. This isn’t a dating service; it’s an advice column. . . Although I’m noticing the majority of Hogwarts
students are unable to tell the difference. Of course, I completely understand your desire to be with me as opposed to
with any other guy in Hogwarts. But I’m afraid I must decline. Never in my life shall I date a girl who writes to an
advice column for a date. Despicable.

But if you’re still interested, I’d be willing to hook you up with Marcus Flint- I hear he’s a fantastic kisser.

Good day,

-Draco Malfoy

P.s. Malfoys do not “holla”.

Dear Draco,

I have a situation I guess you could say. There's this guy (of course it's always a guy isn't it?) and he really likes
me, but for obvious reasons, I don't like him. I mean he's much too thick to speak in complete sentences, let alone
string two words together. And he always seems to hanging around you. So how do I, someone who is enchanting, beautiful,
and evil, get rid of him? (But maybe you're the wrong person to ask since he's always hanging around you.)

Enchantingly Evil

Dear Enchantingly Evil,

Feed him three-dozen cupcakes and meet me in the Slytherin locker rooms at eleven o’clock.

Marvelous day to you,

-Draco Malfoy

Dear Draco,

I am hopelessly love with Harry Potter, but I don't think he knows who I am! What should I do???

-Anonymous

Dear Anonymous,

Drown yourself.

Good day,

-Draco Malfoy

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3. Apologies

Hello everyone. Unfortunately I'm sorry to say that this is not a chapter. In fact, don't expect any more chapters in
this story from me. I no longer write fanfiction. I actually got through the next chapter, and suddenly it lost its
spark. It may come back one day, but I'm not expecting it.

If anyone is still interested in reading this story, I'd be willing to pass it on to someone responsible and someone who
would still be willing to have me beta and confirm it before it's posted. You can either post it on my account or yours,
I don't really care.

I don't want to see this story go, but unfortunately I'm unable to fufill its true potential as a humorous fic. If
you're interested, either leave a review or email me at ruby_sky@mindless.com.

Thank-you,

-Pink Inspiration

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4. Dear Ginny

Ginny hummed happily to herself as she skipped down to the library. An advice columnist! Her! Of course, the majority of
the submissions had been directed towards Draco, but that was surely because he had set such a negative tone to the
readers- somehow, many females were attracted to this. Kudos to whoever could figure out why.

Sitting down at a table, Ginny pulled out her book bag and turned it upside down, letting all the letters pour down onto
her lap. She sifted through the pile for a few moments until she found a letter addressed to her.

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The Hogwarts Advice Column

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Featured Columnist: Ginny Weasley

Education: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Age: Sixteen

Idol: My dearest mother, who puts as much love into her cooking as she does into raising a family, which, as you can
imagine, is highly beneficial to all of us.

Favourite Colour: Blue

Hobbies: Writing stories, going to Hogsmeade, reading daily writings on how to live your life

Comments:

Hello! I am here for you all, so please send in your questions and queries. I love giving advice!

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Dear Ginny,

I am in my third year of Hogwarts. Last year I had no freinds what so ever. However this year, I have made so many
freinds, it's driving me insane! Everyone makes me their best freind and expects me to make them my best freind. To make
everyone happy, I said that everyone was my best freind. Only now, everyone seems to be competing against each other to
see who is the "Bestest Best Freind". They won't leave me alone! I find myself making up fake excuses when someone wants
to play or do stuff because practically everyone wants to be with me and I don't want to seem rude. But it's stressing
me out. What should I do?

Signed,

Torn Apart By Friends

Dear Torn Apart By Friends,

Oh wow! What a dilemma. Unfortunately, I am sorry to say that you have brought this mess upon yourself. It is now your
responsibility to figure out what to do on your own. The advice I can give you however-

is to brush your teeth. I always find that the world looks a little brighter after getting rid of all that plaque. Think
of it as brushing your cares away-

“Luna, I am NOT putting that in the advice column!” Ginny glared at her friend who had just seated herself and pulled
the letter away to begin responding to it.

“But it works! Honest. Just add a little toothpaste and-“

“Luna.” She fixed her eyes in a disapproving stare. Luna returned it.

“Well, did you actually have an answer to this problem?” Luna persisted.

“No, but-“

“Good. Now sign your name.”

Have a wonderful day, and remember: “always look on the bright side of life!”

-Ginny Weasley

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“Ginny,” her mother wrote, “I have heard of your newest responsibility as an advice columnist. I want you to know that
your father and I are both extremely proud of you. It's not that we don't trust your good instinct, dear, but we'd feel
a little more comfortable if our imput and family values were integrated into your advice. I've had Hermione send me
some copies of a few letters you've received, and I have responded. Of course, feel free to expand on it as much as you
wish. Oh, and Ginny darling, I know you probably don't approve of this, but Ron does. Don't you think you ought to
please your brother once in a while?”

In other words, she would know if Ginny didn't use her advice, via Ron. Fantastic.

Dear Ginny,

I have a reputation for "playing" men and using them for sex. Recently I've met a man whom I want more than a good time
with but he's frightened because of my rep. How do i make him see that I want more???

Lady Slytherin

Dear Lady Slytherin,

It's no surprise, don't all Slytherins tend to have that kind of reputation? But I guess, since you are writing to me, a
supposedly low Gryffindor that you're not completely heartless. Okay, okay, all house prejudice aside-

I think what you really ought to do is knit him a nice sweater. Use his favourite colour, and you could even border the
collar, hem and sleeves with nice little buttons. Wouldn't that be darling? Tell me if you need supplies.

Have a wonderful day, and remember: “turn that frown upside down!”

-Ginny Weasley

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Ginny collected her remaining letters to answer and stuffed everything in the bag. She was making her way out the
library when she encountered none other than Pansy Parkinson, the so-called Lady Slytherin herself (coincidence that
they shared the same reputation?).

“Oh,” Pansy stopped, “hello,” she said frostily.

“Greetings,” said Ginny through gritted teeth.

Pansy raised an eyebrow at the girl and looked down her nose at her. “Rumour has it that you're taking up the advice
column. Mind showing me the kind of feedback you've gotten?”

“Well, actually…” Ginny trailed off as Pansy made a grab for her bag.

“You know, I've always dreamt of being an advice columnist. I was wondering if you could… let me help you with a few of
these letters?” Pansy sounded so honest and helpless that Ginny softened.

“Um…”

“Please, Ginny? I just broke up with my boyfriend and he broke my heart and I really need something to take my mind off
it-“

“Oh, fine,” Ginny snapped and let Pansy keep the few letters she'd grabbed from her bookbag. “Just owl them to me before
you send them in to Dumbledore, alright?”

“Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary.” Pansy turned around and hid a mischievious grin. “Have a great evening, Ginny,
dear.”

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Dear Ginny,

I want to know how you refrain from jumping Draco in the hallway??? :D

-meg

Dearest meg,

Oh it's so difficult to hide this inner passion I have for the Prince of Slytherin House. It's almost unbearable to hold
all these emotions inside of me. I write secret poems to him every night. You know, I found this torn-up picture of him
on the Quidditch field in December, and I've taped it together and put a water-repellant charm on it. Then I stuck it to
the inside of my shower. It's an amazing experience. I suggest you try it.

Delightfully yours,

Giny Wesly

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“What?!!!” Ginny shrieked when a fuming Ron handed her this week's paper. She scanned the article one more time. “That
skank Pansy! I never should've took all her “broken heart” business outside the library.”

“Oh, so now I suppose we're to believe that you passed on your position to Pansy just for the heck of it,” snapped Ron
miserably.

“Ron, I didn't write this. That stupid Slytherin-“ Ginny's sentence was abruptly cut off as someone took a hold of her
sweater and spun her around.

“Weasley,” said Draco Malfoy, a newspaper clutched in his hand, “we have to talk.”

A/N: I know it's been a while… I got several offers to take up this story (actually I think the total count was about
15. Goodness!) but I decided to go along with this on my own. If you are still even reading this, let me know what you
think. I've added a bit more plot, I hope D/G readers (as well as the other ships) could be interested in this fic.
Thanks if you've stuck with me.

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5. Important.

Sorry, sorry, sorry! Just an author's note:

The whole principle of this story is that it is INTERACTIVE. Readers send in QUESTIONS (or comments for the author) and
the author chooses some to put in the chapter. Therefore the continuation of this story is dependant entirely on the
feedback the author receives!

In conclusion: You MUST send in questions if you want me to continue.

Thanks.

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6. ch. 6

“Weasley, we have to talk.”

Ginny gulped nervously as Malfoy tightened his grip on her wrist. He pulled her along to an abandoned classroom and
shoved her inside before closing the door and placing a locking charm on it. “Weasley, we have to talk,” he repeated.

She wrung her hands and looked down. “Look, Malfoy, it's really not what you think. You have to believe me. See, Pansy
Parkinson, she's you know, the blonde one with a bit of an... unusual nose-“

“Weasley,” Draco snapped. “I bloody well know who bloody Pansy bloody Parkinson bloody well is!” The boy's usual pale
complexion was beginning to resemble that of an overcooked eggplant.

“Um, ok, but look, Parkinson took some of my letters and responded to one! And, knowing my luck, it had to be…” Ginny
sniffed and looked at the ceiling.

“This one?” Malfoy shoved the parchment towards her, where she spotted the question and answer:

Dear Ginny,

I want to know how you refrain from jumping Draco in the hallway??? :D

-meg

Dearest meg,

Oh it's so difficult to hide this inner passion I have for the Prince of Slytherin House. It's almost unbearable to hold
all these emotions inside of me. I write secret poems to him every night. You know, I found this torn-up picture of him
on the Quidditch field in December, and I've taped it together and put a water-repellant charm on it. Then I stuck it to
the inside of my shower. It's an amazing experience. I suggest you try it.

Delightfully yours,

Giny Wesly

“It wasn't me!” Ginny said weakly and handed him back the parchment.

“You didn't spell your own name right, but I expect that happens often.”

“Malfoy-“

“The whole school bloody well didn't have to know what you use to wank off to-“

“You bastard!”

Draco paused. “What did you just call me?”

“I called you a bastard. An insecure, bloody disgusting bastard! It's beyond me who would even touch you, let alone bed
you!”

Malfoy had Ginny pinned against the wall so fast she couldn't remember having traveled from the desk she was seated on
to her current position on the opposite end of the classroom.

“Malfoy, unhand me!”

“Do you bloody well know what this has done to my reputation? I am famous for having a fanclub of gorgeous, skinny,
desirable females! And you-“ he said, tightening his grip on her neck, “do not fit ANY of the above!”

If Ginny suffered a blow to her ego, she didn't show it. “You complete idiot!” she yelled, sending a swift punch towards
his nose. Malfoy clutched it in horror as blood seeped through his cupped hands.

“Weasley! Do you not realize that you have just harmed the most aesthetically pleasing facial feature to ever-“

He was cut off as Ginny made a move to kick him in the groin, but instead landed on top of him, knocking them to the
floor at the exact moment that the door burst open to reveal McGonagall and Flitwick in the middle of a philosophical
conversation.

“Be it resolved that during the Gregarian war of Phira in 1231- Malfoy! Weasley! What in Merlin's name-“ Minerva
McGonagall made a step towards the mangled pair of students, both of which were bloody from Draco's nosebleed.

“Now, now Minerva, I think a trip to visit Poppy is in order before any questions can be asked.”

“Yes, I, er, suppose. A levitation charm, please?”

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“Ah, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Weasley.” Dumbledore clucked his tongue at the two miserable teenagers seated in two seats facing
his desk. “A broken arm, I see. Is it healing nicely after the trip to the Hospital Wing, Ginevra?”

Ginny turned to glare at Malfoy and mumbled a “yes, sir.”

Dumbledore turned to Draco. “And your nose, Draco? Stopped bleeding, I hope?”

Draco pursed his lips before responding. “Yessir.”

”Well, then. All medical inquiries aside, I am afraid that disciplinary action must be taken. You are both aware of the
Hogwart's zero-tolerance policy for violence?”

“Yes, sir,” Ginny responded, rubbing her aching shoulder.

“Very well, then. I am sure you are both eager to return to your housemates, therefore I will make this short. This is
your assignment for the next four months.” Dumbledore reached behind his bureau and pulled up a large duffel bag
brimming with rolled parchment.

Both students groaned in unison.

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The Hogwarts Advice Column

A Malfoy-Weasley Collaboration

Welcome to the newly designed Hogwarts Advice Column! Submissions are welcome, addressed to either Draco or Ginny.
Please keep submissions anonymous, we are here to help you!

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy “Of course, being blonde wasn't intentional, but the ladies love it…”

and

Ginny Weasley “Family matters.”

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7. Dear Draco and Ginny

A/N: It has been ages since I last updated this fic, and I kind of got out of the fanfiction thing for a while, but if
you guys are still interested in reading, I will continue to write. Remember to send in your questions! Oh, and this
story probably won't go up to R. I'm not keen on writing sex scenes so if you are interested in that I apologize. Also,
I'm a bit out of practice when it comes to fanfiction writing so please bear with me.

*

“Ouch!”

Scribble, scribble, pause. Draco Malfoy looked up from his parchment.

“Geeze, that hurts you know.”

Draco rolled his eyes and refilled his quill with ink.

“Ouch!”

Scribble, scribble, scribble. Page flip. Pause.

“Grr… ouch!”

Slamming his book down, Draco glared at the opposite side of the table in irritation. “Pansy, would you cut it out?”

“This plant from Herbology won't stop poking me.”

“It's not the plant,” Draco muttered.

Pansy looked up in surprise. “What?”

“I said, it's not the plant.” He looked meaningfully under the table.

“Weasley!” exclaimed Pansy in shock. “What the hell are you doing?”

Ginny, a slight pink tint to her cheek, crawled out from under the table and brushed herself off. She was holding a
purple-inked quill. Pansy glared at her. “What the hell are you doing?” she repeated.

Ginny blushed further. She couldn't admit that making holes and purple ink marks on Pansy's robe and skirt was her small
attempt at getting revenge for her nasty trick. She couldn't do much else with her broken arm.

Pansy looked down at her skirt. “Ech! Weasley! Draco, did you see what she did to my clothes?”

Draco looked up from his parchment. “Pathetic,” he said lazily. He didn't make it clear to what or whom he was referring
to, thus Ginny was content that Draco insulted his housemate, and Pansy was satisfied with his comment on the little
Weasley's stupid joke. Neither questioned the direction of the response.

“Well then,” Pansy said, “dinner is in an hour and I want to get changed out of these robes, which I'll have to burn
thanks to your new Gryffindor friend.”

“We're not friends,” Draco and Ginny recited simultaneously.

Pansy gathered up her books and her plant and looked at them in disgust. “Two weeks together and already you even say
the same things at the same time,” she huffed and walked off. Ginny sat in the now unoccupied seat across from Draco.

“Now that I've finally got rid of her, let's get these stupid letters out of the way so that I don't have to look at you
for longer than necessary,” Draco said.

Ginny pulled the bag of letters up on the table and picked a few at random. She muttered something under her breath that
sounded a bit like “stuck-up cow”, and Draco scowled.

“How's that broken arm, Weasley? Must find it hard to shower and complete your other activities with only one working
limb.” Now it was Ginny's turn to scowl.

“At least I shower in the first place,” she retorted.

Draco smirked. “At this point Weasley, I'd actually rather you didn't, if you get my jist.”

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The Hogwarts Advice Column

A Weasley-Malfoy Collaboration

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Dear Malfoy and Weasley,

I'm in my sixth year here at Hogwarts, and I still have never had a boyfriend. I may not be the best looking person
ever, or the smartest, but isn't there always someone out there? Or is it just me?

Oh-So-Lonely

Dear Oh-So-Lonely,

Don't worry, your time will come. Your time may be tomorrow, or two weeks from now, or even a month or a year, but rest
assured that it will most certainly--

Or it may never come. But, there is always someone unattractive and stupid out there. Look in Gryffindor, I can think of
two boys in particular who may match, or even more likely, surpass, your physical credentials for unattractiveness.

Good day,

Ginny Weasley

Draco Malfoy

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Dear Draco,

What the hell do you think you are doing?! Your advice is useless. And, in case you haven't noticed, no one follows it.
So tell Dumbledore to go put his head in the toilet and count to a million.

Selena Lupin

Dear Selena Lupin,

I sincerely hope that by the time you read this it will have occurred to you that I would very much enjoy telling
Dumbledore to go put his head in the toilet and count to a million-

However, I'm sure there's a more efficient method of cleaning the school latrines. How about we stick your head down
there and hope we don't have to count to a million before we feel the need to flush?

Good day,

Draco Malfoy

Ginny Weasley

*

Dear Malfoy
I have brown hair but my sister wants me to dye it black and my other sister would rather I dye it red. I haven't seen
either of them in a long time and for some strange reason my hair is of large importance to them. Any suggestions?
sincerely
hair troubles

Dear Hair Troubles,

If you are not naturally blonde and are considering dyeing it red, I suggest you shave your hair off entirely.

Good day,

Draco Malfoy

*

Dear Ginny,
I have a temper problem, if some one makes me mad I just want to bash their head in. Can you please tell me how to
control my temper?

Fire Red

Dear Fire Red,

I am really not the best person to ask for this as I have quite a temper myself. Working with Malfoy does require quite
a bit of self-restraint however, so I suggest you do as I do: count to 3 and close your eyes and-

Hope he doesn't become any hotter.

Good day,

Definitely not Draco Malfoy and most certainly Ginny Weasley

*

Ginny yawned and stretched her arms above her head. “I'm beat, Malfoy. It's past midnight. I need to sleep.”

Draco spun his quill between his aching fingers. “Tired already? I do suppose you're not used to being up this late.”

Ginny grabbed her book bag and stooped down to pluck a few extra letters to add to the pile. “What's that supposed to
mean?”

Draco smirked. “This is around the time most of us attractive people get laid…”

Ginny blushed and grabbed her sweater before making her way towards the door. “Hey Weasley!” he called.

She paused and turned around. “What?”

He waved a letter at her. “You forgot to answer this one.”

Ginny stifled another yawn. “You answer it. I'm going to bed.”

As he heard the door to the library close, Draco examined the letter. He clutched it tightly in his hand and then
released it to smooth out the wrinkles. He took out a quill.

*

Hello Ginny.

How's life treating you? Anyways, Ginny, I think you are brilliant and sexy and Wonderful and....... Anyways, will you
go out with me?
Sincerely,
A Slytherin who is most definitely not Blaise Zabini (But he secretly is. So whaddya say Ginny?)

*

Draco grabbed the last of the pile of letters to which he had responded, and placed the most recent one on top before
gathering his things and walking towards the common room.

*

Blaise:

No.

Good Day,

Draco Malfoy

*

A/N: Whoever can come up with the funniest question will be chosen to respond to another question as a special guest
character in the upcoming chapter. Will it be you?
