I never got a chance to tell you. Every day leading up to the final battle I thought: 'Should I tell you today?' but I always decided against it, and that was my biggest mistake. My father told me everyday up until I went to Hogwarts to never befriend a mudblood or a blood traitor, and I never did until I joined the Order.
Now I realize that I waited too long to tell you.
And now as I stare at your coffin as muggles and wizards alike cry over it, I realize that I should have told you that I loved you, Hermione.
A/N: I know really short but I like it. n.n