To my dearest Draco,
You've been gone one day, seven hours, and thirteen and a half minutes. I'm afraid I lost my autographed picture in the library some days before you left, which makes this the longest time I've ever gone without seeing your face. It hurts something terrible. I've begun to have nightmares about not remembering what you look like.
There have been rumors flying around about why you're no longer in school. I heard Vincent say that he reckons your working for Him now. It must be awfully noble work, working for Him. You're the bravest person I know, Draco. Remember when you almost lost your arm battling that Hippogriff? I was worried sick.
On the cheerful side of things, Dumbledore's dead! No one really knows how it's happened, but I say the old man probably just bit the dust from old age. He was ancient. We're all glad to see him go, I'm only sorry that you aren't here to celebrate with us at the funeral today. I know how much you hated that old coot. You used to say that he was the worst thing to ever happen to this school, besides Potter.
I found your left shoe today, on a hill in the grounds. Your dragon hide boots that you loved so much. I spent hours looking for the right one. I even threatened three third year Hufflepuffs at wand point to help me, but they ran off as soon as my back was turned. Where were you going in such a hurry that you left your favorite shoe behind? Where on earth could be more important than here, with me?
At first I thought; he's lucky we make such a good looking and sensibly matched couple or I might not ever be with him for this. You must remember that time last year when you said you would consider letting me date you! I think about it everyday, and today I finally realized; I could never not maybe be with you, Draco. I just adore you too much.
But I guess you'll never know how close you were to loosing that chance with me, if this letter comes back like the last seven did.
I know where ever you are must be incredibly boring without me. I've just written to tell you; I miss you too.
Forever (still pending) yours,
Pansy P. Parkinson
P.S. XOXOXO—A hundred times over.