It's funny how things seem to just happened when you least expect it. In third year when you slapped me, if there is a god only he knows how much I wanted to kill you after that, but the result was so unexpected. I began to realize how soft your hands are and that little spark in your eyes that will make even the fiercest of dragons jealous. I think thats when I realized I wanted you, I mean like really wanted you. I guess you can say that's why I was particularly nasty to Pothead and Weasel after that, I kind of craved that unexpected attention from you.
Do you remember in fifth year when I pushed your head in a cauldron? I have to admit now that I just wanted to see if your hair felt like your hands, it does. The way it felt was downright illegal, something so ugly shouldn't feel that way. Many nights after that I had to catch myself from thinking about how Hermione Granger was so unexpected. How your hands, your eyes, your hair God if I could have just bottled you up and called you mine. Our last year at Hogwarts, that is when I would say I went completely starkers. That's when I couldn't keep your ugly face and your filthy name out of my mouth. Yes I am admitting it I was crazy over you Granger. Crazy about the way that stupid uniform made me want to bend you over my bed and look at your ass for days. Crazy over the way your stupid face was beautiful and that every dick head in Hogwarts was noticing that Hermione fucking Granger was really a wonderful piece of artwork. How the gods cursed us when I was deemed head boy, the nights I spent at your door listening to you, sleep or move or sing or what ever the hell you decided to do that day.
It's funny how fate likes to fuck with us. Likes to put us in those unexpected situations where I'm always needing more and more you. Our first kiss is where I got completely lost in my musings of you, every second after that I wanted to feel and taste all of you, but that will never happened. After graduation is where we truly got fucked at, there were no more chances to see you, no more wishing to feel you, or touch you or hold you or anything that I've always wanted. Then it came, the end of the war, the end of my life. Voldermont lost and the boy who lives to be a jackass won. I lost everything but the light won everything. But that's how fate screws with me, it takes everything away so I'm stuck with nothing.
But then I wouldn't have been sitting in that bar the night you came to me and I wouldn't have took you home and felt you for more than you are. And I wouldn't be sitting in a hospital three years later hoping for a little boy but really wishing for a little girl. I wouldn't be sitting here trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to get the courage to ask you this, and I don't think I ever will because that's just how fate screws with me. So as you read these faded letters on this crumpled napkin I want you to know that my little unexpected joys in life are full of you...