Person who is hell bent on upsetting me as much as possible,

I haven't wrote in a couple of days...I guess it's because everyone's trying to get me to budge so they've basically been non-stop here with me. As I love to remind you, this is all your fault. And it's defiantly your fault that I have red-rimmed eyes and long uncontrollable mess hair that's unnatural even for me. Why don't you wake up, so you can shout your stupid insults at me?

It'll be a hell of a lot better than just sitting here waiting for you to make a sign...

Mind you, I guess you do look a little better. You're not so pale as before...Madam Pomfrey thinks that you're gonna wake soon, but I don't think she's gonna get everyone's hopes up just yet. She didn't tell me, but I knew what she was thinking. I should do, too. I've spent long enough in here now between the both of us.

Now is one of the only times it's quiet in here. Pomfrey went up to Dumbledore for something or other, and we have no visitors whatsoever. So I decided to get out my stupid pointless letters that you'll probably never read either way.

Although, I might consider it if you did wake up.

God, who am I kidding. I'm blackmailing someone who's in a godamn coma...

Hang on a sec. Did I just see your eyes move, you asshole?

Ah. Probably just my imagination.

No! You're doing it again.

Damn you, you made me smudge you idiot.

Who am I kidding? I'm complaining about a smudge where your eyelids are moving?!?

Maybe the blackmail did work after all...

Maybe there's a god.

I think I might start going to church after this...

What the hell am I still doing? I'd better go get Pomfrey.

Don't you move either, asshole.

And keep moving your lids.

Goooood Draco.

OH MY FREAKING GOD! YOUR EYES ARE OPEN!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!

And I'm still talking to you through the sheet rather than to your face.

Okay, I'm going.

Really. To Dumbledore's office.

Everyone has to hear this!

Bye!

I LOVE YOU

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

(stay awake, PLEASE!)