Dear Potter,
I remember when I first saw you. You had these extremely oversized clothes on, broken bug
glasses over your brilliant eyes that were the color of freshly cut green grass, and you had this
scowl that was trying to be intimidating, but to me it looked like you were constipated. I
thought you were the cutest thing I have ever laid eyes on. And from that moment on, I knew I
just had to get your attention in some way or another. In the later years, I tried to remember
all that my mother taught me about 'wooing' women, but all of the things she taught me flew
over my brain when I saw you. (By the way, that was the year I figured out that Granger was
not someone to be messed with. And can I just say, ouch.) As the years went on, I realized that
I had really screwed thing up, and that no way in hell that you would ever like me back, let
alone love me. And I know that when you were captured and brought to the Malfoy Manor,
you thought I would betray you and your friends, and when I didn't, you might have thought
that I was too weak to give you up, but as you can probably tell from this letter, that was not so.
And I now know that you have your wife, and I know that I will never send this letter. And
somehow try to make a life for myself, but it will never be like what I have imagined if you liked
me back, but I think I can live with that. I may not become the happiest man alive, but I know
that you are happy where you are now, and I suppose that is all I can ask for.
Regards,
Malfoy
p.s. I love you.
Disclaimer: I have no intention of trying to say that I own Harry Potter, or any of his friends that I do love to ship together.
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