Draco had been leaning against the ledge of his balcony, staring into the night. The fire whiskey had given him courage to write the letter, to give her the love letter she so deserved. He chastised himself as a coward, since he couldn’t manage to say it to her. He imagined the way it would sound, the way it would solidify everything in his world to her. He drained his glass and entered his room to refill it when her patronus was there. 