Disclaimer: Fictional until Rowling declares the contraire.
Summary: A letter sent from Draco to Harry. Is it too late?
Author's note: I started writing this for completely different pairing of another fandom, but it seemed more appropriate for this, so I changed the names and finished it differently.

Dear Harry,

I've been sitting here all night trying to figure out how to start this, how to begin with what's probably going to be the most important letter I ever write. After a lot of thinking, I realized it doesn't really matter, so I'll stop trying to give it so much thought and write whatever pops into my head first.

It's been two months since I last saw you, and you are probably wondering why I chose this moment to write to you, why I didn't do this earlier. The answer: I don't know. I guess I was trying to see how long I could take without you, how well I could handle your absence. I'm that stupid sometimes, and I let my pride take over me and that doesn't let me see things clearly.

I do know, I see why you left, and I get it completely. I am not blinded anymore, and I understand that it was what you had to do. I was too wrapped up in myself to see what was going on with you, to be there for you, to help you, and it is completely understandable that you couldn't take it anymore. You dealt with everything a lot better than I would have.

I've been wanting to do this ever since I was thirteen. I used to lock myself in my room and write for hours, trying to come up with something at least acceptable to describe what I was feeling. I always thought that once I could write a letter that was beautiful and heartfelt to someone, when I was being honest and completely open about my feelings, then that person would actually love me back. These words are not beautiful; they are plain and somewhat boring, but I definitely mean them. I've never been so honest about my feelings before.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you. I know that you have waited for so long time to hear those words come out of my mouth that this may actually come as a joke to you, but it is not. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, and I feel stupid for taking so long to finally realize it.

I hope that it is not too late now. I'm praying to every almighty force that you haven't lost faith in this, in us, because I need you to believe. I need you to still care about us, I need you to still want this, and I need you to still love me. I need you. Period.

I apologize for every time I left you in the dark, for every word I shut from you when I should have told you. I apologize for every thing I said and I didn't mean, for everything I did that might have hurt you. It kills me to know that I had you, and I let you go. I let you leave. In retrospective, I can see now how stupid I was. I was too naïve to believe that I could have you in any way I wanted. You gave me all, and I returned nothing.

Every paragraph in this letter starts with "I something", but that's only because I have too many things to tell you. This letter would be endless if I listed every one of my mistakes, and it would end up duller than it probably already is to you.

I'm being selfish by asking this, and I already know that I have no right to do so, but I need you to reconsider this, us. I need you to think about everything we had, and how we could make it better now. Please just think about it, give us the chance I denied us a long time ago. Please, let us be.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Come back, come back to me.

Yours, always yours,
Draco.