A/N: I decided to take a break writing my other story to make a quick letter by Hermione. This will be probably expand in time and are really just letters from Hermione, just like what it says on the tin. It will be a post-Hogwarts, EWE affair that is completely and totally HHr. Other pairings might show up in the future but this first letter should set the mood rather well. I hope you enjoy and I'll probably be writing more of this as a relaxation thing.
DISCLAIMER: If I had a galleon for every time I said I didn't own Harry Potter or the Potterverse, I'd have... 13 galleons.
5 May, 1998
Dear Harry,
By the time you've woken up and read this, I'll be on a large metallic cage over the ocean going to an island for prisoners.
Oh Merlin, stop panicking, I'm just going to Australia.
Got you there, didn't I? I wanted to make that joke, although that's probably a bad joke to Australians. I don't think I'd ever like London to be called an island for prisoners. But Harry, the thing is, I'm going to be moving there permanently.
I guess I just wanted to say goodbye properly.
Do you remember the time when we danced at the Forest, right before Ron came back? I'm going to admit something to you about that night. I fell in love with you.
I knew I couldn't have you, Harry. I know I never could. You're my best friend and the person who believed in me all those years. And I know you love Ginny and I couldn't do anything to hurt her that way. But for that moment when we danced, I felt that you were just mine. All mine. And I loved you, and that moment. But I knew that it wouldn't last. And I knew that things like that end. Like any good story, in any good book, there's always the end. I guess I never wanted it to. But it did.
It was the first time in my life I wanted to be selfish, Harry. I never was, not even as a child. But I wanted you all to myself. But I knew I couldn't. I wouldn't. Not unless you wanted it and you didn't. A part of me… is alright with that. Another part doesn't. It's still selfish.
Ron and I broke up after the last battle, I knew that I couldn't love him totally if I felt something similar to you. He took it well, though I never told him the real reason. I hope that he finds happiness. I hope you do too.
There's not much to say after that big reveal, I know, and I'm sorry if this ruins any friendship between us. I wish I didn't have to tell you this, but I don't think I'll ever move on if I did. I don't think I'll ever move on from being in love with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Is-Really-Just-Normal, but I'm willing to try. I need distance, for now. And maybe a place to forget. Merlin, Australia doesn't sound so bad now.
Please be happy, Harry. Just be happy. I know you deserve it more than anyone in the world. I know just how hard it is for you to be happy. I want you to be happy. I'll be happy for you all the way from Australia. And please take care, try not to get yourself hurt. I wouldn't know what to do if you did.
I love you, Harry. I always will.
Yours,
Hermione