Dear Hermione,
I believe this is only going to be another one among hundreds of unread and unsent letters. Maybe someday I'll gather enough courage to actually send one. I guess you'll always see me as the coward little boy from Hogwarts. I guess I'll always be that coward boy…
I can't say if I regret not saying a word about it to you. I love my wife and my son, and I've never been happier in life. But I can't pretend that there isn't this pitch inside me. You're my biggest "what if", but I can't help but think nothing would've changed. If I told you, you'd still pick that Weasley guy over me.
The odds were never in our favor. If it weren't for my family, or your bloodline, or even the whole Slytherin-Gryffindor thing, we could have had a chance. First sight wasn't any good, I reckon. Back in the first year you'd been no more than the strange and nerdy Harry Potter's friend. You just caught my attention in the third year, when you punched me. That may be weird, but before that I thought you had no attitude. One year later, you showed up beautifully to the Winter Ball. This time you didn't just get my attention, but all the students were staring at you.
I believe you never realized how amazing you are. You deserved far more than Weasley. I wish I could be what you needed.
There are rumors about our children, that Scorpius and Rose might like each other. If Rose is anything like her mother, my son would be lucky to have her by his side.
There's so much I'd like to say to you, but the words seem to lack as the feelings take their place…
With Care,
Draco Malfoy