Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own the Harry Potter series.

Dear Hermione,

If you are reading this that means I have died in the war. I bet you're surprise that I would even write to you. We have nothing in common nor have we ever talked. At least from what I can remember and trust me I would remember talking to you.

It's simple really, my reason. Do you want to know?

I love you.

I don't know how it happened or why. All I know is that one day I came back home and I saw you with Harry and Ron. One of them must have said something funny because your eyes widened in delight, your head tilted back, and you laughed. That beautiful sound immediately became my downfall.

But I've never been able to tell you. Or show you. I only spent a week at home where I was being whisked off to one place or the other by the Order or my friends. You were too busy saving the world.

Besides, it's not like you would have noticed me. I'm not trying to sound bitter nor do I blame you. I accepted my fate along time ago of just being another member of the large brood. How could you learn about my existence when all you could see is Ron?

Did you think it was a secret? That you keep your feelings well hidden?

Oh, Hermione. You're like an open book. Everyone knows you have feelings for my brother.

It's the way you look at him. As if you've never seen anything quite like him and you're afraid that if you look away, even for a moment, he'll vanish into thin air.

I know because that's how I feel every time I look at you.

Hermione, my love, I didn't mean to write this letter to make you guilty for how could you have known! I wrote simply to finally free myself from the vow I made; to never speak of my feelings for you.

Forgive me love, for allowing you to know too late. But can you promise me something?

Make sure you make it out alive in this war. I couldn't bear the thought of the world losing the most brilliant, kindest, beautiful witch that has ever grazed this earth. Stay alive and once you do, enjoy it. Do everything you've always wanted to do. You've done so much, sacrificed so much, to not take advantage of the second opportunity life will give you.

Please don't forget me. Maybe you could name one of your children after me?

I love you Hermione Granger. Always.

Charlie Weasley.

Different from how I usually write. Tell me you guys think.