A/N: I own nothing. This is all JK Rowling. This is a femmeslash story. Don't like, don't read. You've been warned.
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GPOV
Dear Ginny,
If you're reading this, then Harry, Ron and I had to make a hasty departure. I hope that you, and everybody are safe. I can't tell you where we've gone-mostly because I don't know where we're going, but for your safety I can't tell you what we're doing either. Once this is all over, if I'm still alive, I'll tell you everything.
With that being said, there's a good chance that I won't make it out of this alive. I'm a muggle-born, best friends with Harry Potter, and supposed brightest witch of our age. Many people want me dead. I need to tell you something, I can't bear the thought of dying before telling you how I feel.
You're my best friend, my rock. I never want to lose you as my friend. Seeing you flirt and date Demelza this last year has been torture for me, but somehow it gives me the courage to tell you this. I am so in love with you Ginerva. I have been for a few years now. Harry is the only one who knows, and only because he guessed it. I am doing this to protect you. I'm going to destroy Voldemort once and for all, in the hopes that I'll be able to come home to you.
I know this is a lot for you to process, but I have one more question; will you be my girlfriend?
Your answer to that will be what keeps me going while I'm gone. I'll miss you terribly. Stay safe.
Eternally yours,
Hermione
I felt the tears running down my face as I finished reading Hermione's letter. All this time, we could've been together. All this time that I've been surrounding myself with slags just to forget her, we could've been happy. Even though we've lost so much time together I can't help but smile at knowing she feels the exact same way. I hastily wipe away the tears from my eyes when I heard a knock at my door.
"Come in," I call out hoarsely.
Fred pokes his head in, "Hey Gin, mums got dinner ready," he pauses. "Gin? You okay?" He comes and sits next to me on my bed. "What's going on?"
"She loves me Freddy. She actually loves me."
He smiles because he already knows who I'm talking about. He and I have always been the closest. George is a close second, but Fred, he just knows me. He's my best friend. "What's not to love, Gin? You're beautiful, smart, great at quidditch. She's lucky to have you."
I smile, "Shush, you. I just wish I could tell her I feel the same."
"Take a page out of her book, write her a letter. Right now, you may only be able to see her for a few seconds, if you do at all. Let me see it when you're finished, I'll charm it for you."
I jump up and hug him fiercely. "Thank you, Fred! You're genius!"
"Oi! I got the brains, and the looks!" George said, coming into my room. "What's taking so long, I'm starving!"
"Alright alright, we're coming!" I try to sound put out but I'm not too convincing.
Later that night, I finished writing the letter that will no doubt change my life. All the while day dreaming about my girl.
