Dear Hermione,
I love you. I love your bushy hair, all wild and free. I love your determination; your strength; your loyalty to your friends. I love your brilliance; your wit; your cleverness.
Hermione, I love you. Yes, you, the one who I bullied ever since first year, the one who I called a mudblood.
Believe me, I hated doing that. I couldn't stand it. Hurting the one I love…I couldn't bear it.
But I'm not as strong as you. I couldn't stand up to my father, tell him I didn't want to do this anymore, that I don't CARE if he banishes me, that I don't WANT to be a death eater!
So I kept doing it. First Year…Second Year…Third Year…and so on. All the way to Seventh Year.
I kept on hurting you. It was killing me.
I wish I were you. You're strong; you can overcome your fears. I'm afraid of Father. I'm weak, so weak. Look at me, I'm afraid of my own father! I always do whatever he asks.
Never. Never have I stood up to him. I let him boss me around. He tells me that Mudbloods are trash? I say that Mudbloods are trash. He tells me to join Lord Voldemort? I join Lord Voldemort.
He says to make your lives miserable?
I do just that.
Yeah, I guess this is more of an apology letter than a love letter. But what does it matter, I will never have the guts to send it. Father would probably find out, and I will be punished severely.
You…you wouldn't care. You'd do what's right, no matter the consequences. I wish I were you.
I love you. I know that you hate me, everyone does. But I just wanted to let you know that I love you, I really do.
If this makes you hate me even more, the fact that I'm weak, that I do everything my Father asks me to…
That doesn't change anything.
I'll still love you.