I never thought I'd be able to tell you this.
I love you and I always have. My dying wish is that you know. My dying regret is that I never kissed you.
Farewell, my love.
Draco opened his eyes, saw Harry, and vomited a large quantity of water all over him.
"You fell in the lake," Harry said. "You drowned. Your heart stopped and everything. Hermione did a Resuscitatus."
So the imp with quill and parchment was just a hallucination. Good.
"Harry," Ron called. "An owl's arrived for you."
Draco threw up again.