Hermione,
During my first year at Hogwarts I was nervous and confused but you helped me. I had no idea what was going on when I lost my memory of what I had been doing for hours, but you were there for me. My second year you helped me get through my first real relationship, and you were there for me to cry on when it didn't work out.
My third year you stayed up late with me every single night. We talked for hours, about boys, classes, and everything else.
My fourth year we hung out even more. I started to like you as even more than a friend, but I never told you because I was confused and scared.
My fifth year I avoided you a lot because I was trying to make myself forget those feelings. You thought I hated you, but I could never hate you.
My sixth year we were together more often but I never told you how I really felt. When we won the quidditch match against Slytherin I was so happy that I accidentally kissed you. I pretended it was just because I was so happy. I mean, friends can kiss friends sometimes, right?
My seventh year I was so lonely because you were not there. I wrote to you every day, but I was lucky to get a reply once a month.
After I finished Hogwarts we still saw each other once in a while but not as much. I still loved you.
When I found out that my git of a brother asked you to marry him last week, I was devastated. I prayed that you would say no, and I finally got the courage to tell you how I've really felt all this time.
When I told you, I could easily tell that you were trying so hard not to laugh in my face. You said that I was a great friend but nothing more.
I cried for hours that night. I had thought that you must've felt something for me, or at least you could've told me something besides that stupid line you always use for people you don't want to date. I thought you would at least tell me something else because of what good friends we were. I thought you would've seen how much this had meant to me.
Your wedding its tomorrow, but I'm not going to be there. I'm not doing anything ever again. In fact, the last thing I'm ever doing is mailing this letter to you.
I hope you have a wonderful wedding, but are unable to enjoy it because it's your fault that this is happening. I hope it haunts you for the rest of your life. I hope your marriage doesn't work out and some night twenty years from now you will be crying, alone in an apartment somewhere, wishing you could go back in time and have given me a chance.
I'm sorry it has to be this way, but it just does. I will always love you Hermione, remember that.
3 Ginny 3