Ronald Weasley apparated to his house, he shouted, "Hermione? Hermione!" There was a pause, but no answer came, "She must be coming home soon,"
In the corner of his eye, he saw a piece of parchment sitting on the dinner table, he walked close to it, step by step… Suddenly, Aphrodite, Rose's owl, swoooped through the window, carrying a letter in her claws. Shifting his attention, he picked up the letter and read that instead.
Dear Mother & Father,
It's been a long day, but I decided to mail you this. I'm hoping that you will understand and not get mad. I know I just started my 6th year (2022), but I would like to tell you the things. Although, nothing changed much.
Professor Longbottom is still the herbology teacher, I just found out, that the landlady of the Three Broomstics is the Professor's wife? I was so surprised, and James and Albus was laughing at me. It wasn't that embarrasing though. The Defense of the Dark Arts teacher has changed –like it had every year- he is called Professor Nott. Headmistress McGonagall is still as healthy as ever, though her voice cracks slightly, I offered her some potions, but she refused them.
And, please, don't get mad at me, but I'm now friends with a boy named Scopius. Well, more than friends. He's in Slytherin, and he's quite nice. He keeps Albus company, they're friends. I don't know how you'll react to this… But, I think I love him. I don't really know, but I think he feels the same.
Love,
Rose
Sep 18th 2022
P.S. Happy Birthday, mother.
Ron was outraged, how dare she? Love a Malfoy. For all the boys in Hogwarts and even Slytherin, she had to love a Malfoy? Ron tried to calm down, but, knowing Ron, he didn't. He picked up the parchment on the table.
Granger,
For my whole life now, I've been wondering: Why are you in Gryffindor? Didn't you and the Sorting Hat knows that all Malfoys end up in Slytherin? I know will marry or married Weasel, but you're still Granger to me. And you'll stay that way forever, until you become a Malfoy. I've always regreted every moment in Hogwarts, or perhaps, the moments where I call you Mudblood. You may be branded a muggleborn, but you must realize that I've been also branded. Branded a Death Eater.
If you thought this letter was sudden, I would like to say that I have had this feeling for a long time now, actually, for my whole life since I met you. And I wished I was a Gryffindor, I would have sent this sooner. Sooner than you marrying anyone, so that you'd change your mind to marry me instead.
Forgive me,
Draco Malfoy
P.S. Maybe, just maybe, I could change your mind.
Ron pounded his fist on the table just as Hermione Granger apparated to the apartment muttering that they should put up some Anti-Apparition wards. Looking at her husband's expression she asked him, "Is anything wrong?"
He looked at her with a blank expression. Was it grim, or was it frustration? "Did you know Rose loves a Malfoy?" Words manage to escape his mouth, but it was something between a rasp and a croak.
"Rose can love anyone, even if it's a Malfoy." She stated simply.
"I knew you would say that. Is it because you fancy one too?" He shot daggers at her. Well, he shot every weapon there is: Guns, knifes, swords, arrows and more. Reading her shocked expression, he read out the piece of parchments he read a few moments ago, first Rose's then Draco's.
The only thing she said was this: "He loved me too…?"
"I hate you, Hermione, or should I say, Granger? You should leave, forever. Take Rose with you, she doesn't deserve me, she needs someone as low as you." He said coldly.
She looked at him, "Does this mean…?"
"Divorce? Yes. Leave."
"Fine, maybe I will. I never, and I mean never, loved you." And with that, she ran out the house, into an alleyway.
