WY I HATE YOU-

Your family- From day one, my dad encouraged me to beat you in everything. I did, and I still do. In academics, you are second to me. But you always remind me that you are better than me socially. You always remind me I have had only one boyfriend while you have stopped counting your girlfriends. You always remind me that people like you more.

Your appearance- You are gorgeous. I won't even deny it. Your blond hair is silky, and girls always want to run their hands through it. More often than not, I do too.

Your eyes are stormy gray. They cut through my defenses and shatter me. You are always pale.

The way you act with me- You are mean. You are mean to the point of cruelty. I see everything you do around me. Your eyes narrow cloud with hate, you stand up straighter and you say things spitefully. You hate me. But why? What did I ever do to you? I had never done anything but be with the wrong family? I have always wondered- would you act differently if I wasn't Rose Weasely?

The way you act with others- You charm them. You make them laugh. No one believes me when I tell them you are mean. You are always surrounding by people. I am lonely without my family. Why are you nice to them but so cruel to me?

Your superiority- You always believe you are better than me. You think I should bend over backwards for you. You literally do everything in your power to make me feel insignificant. The worst part is, your scams work. I do feel insignificant. I do feel like you are better than me. Even when I know you aren't.

But mostly, I hate the way you make me love you. I love you. I really do. I see you with those girls and I am filled with jealousy. I catch you sneaking glances at me, and I am filled with a warm feeling. Remember the day before Christmas Holidays? I could never forget. It was the day I really fell for you. It was the day I realized you fell for me too.

It was a cold, windy day. The castle was erupting with the cheers of people going home for the holidays. I was walking back from a visit to Hagrid's hut, and I saw you walking alone.

You never walk alone. I try to hide, but you already see me. "Weasely. I won't bite." You say, kindly. It was the nicest thing you had ever said to me. I stare in surprise. "Would you like to walk with me to the castle?" You had asked, surprisingly tender. You looked nervous, as if you didn't want me to refuse. I nodded, still too surprised to say anything.

As we walk, you talk to me. You seemed nice; you didn't say anything bad to me. As we near the castle, you pull me close and whisper in my ear, "Rose, I am sorry. I know I hurt you. I hate myself for that. I don't know why I do it. I am going to tell you a secret Rose. I love you. I loved you the minute I saw you on the Hogwarts Express. But Rose, I am scared. I am terrified. I have never felt love like this before. I never felt this way to any of my girlfriends. And damn it Rose, I don't know what to do! I don't know what I am supposed to do! I don't know how to tell you, I don't know how you feel. Rose, I am yours. You can do whatever you want. Hurt me, take your revenge on me, or you could be with me. I am yours." You take a few steps back, waiting for my reply. All I can think of is to close the gap. And when my lips meet yours, I know I made the right decision.

I had every reason to hate you. But you also gave me reasons to love you. I miss you, and I hope to see you soon.

Love,

Rose (soon to be Malfoy)