I was in such a bad mood and I sat to the computer and started to write this down..........sorry for my bad english
Dear Granger,
It's been two years now, since you've left. No, not really. It's been two years, seven weeks, three days and two hours. And to be honest, there is no single morning when I don't miss you. I thought it will get better in time, but the shadows are still frightening, the light ain't brighter and I still can not see any good side on the fact that you are gone.
I always thought, that I don't need you in my life, with all your stupid complaining, you're I-know-it-all moods and tears. But the fact is, that I am terribly missing you. When I wake up in the morning, when I go to sleep, when I eat, when I live, you are not there. The only thing that remind me, you were real is your photo on the bottom of my drawer. I don't even have enough courage to pull it up, because I am scared of the pain it would probably cause me. Because I miss you more than I can stand. More than anyone in this world could stand. I miss your hair on my pillow, your shampoos on my bath, your comments to my T-Shirts, the way you bit your lips, when you are nervous, that kind of shy smile, when you have a secret…
And now SHE is here. She is kinda pretty, and perfectly pureblood, of course. My father is content, everything is alright. I started to convince myself that I am in love with her. But that's kinda lie. There is not the spark in her eyes, when she sees something interesting. There is no joking about my hair, no cracks of laugh, whenever I tell something, even if it's not even a bit funny, it's not even making me jealous when she speakes with some guys. It seems, that I was another person with you. I could be who I really wanted to be. This is just a stupid pose and everything I know is just a pretending. I am tired of it. And I would never thought about it, but I miss all the things, that I was hating about you. I miss you completely, your fragrance, your hair, your fingers, your presence.
Sometimes I think, that I will just take the phone and call you…even just to hear your voice on the line. But you know me, I am a coward. Malfoy, of course. Oh, I am not even sure, why do I writte this to you…I just wanted you to know, that I miss you. That I care for you. That I love you.
That I wanted you to come back and just end up the wedding I am supposed to have in a month. To come there and say : „Just don't marry her!"
I beg you…Hermione….come back to me…
Please…
With Love
Draco
P.S.: There is a Wedding invitation in the envelope with this letter…
Draco Malfoy sighed and stared at the paper. Then he closed his eyes and tore it up. He took a new one and started to write.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger.
I would like to invite you on the Wedding of Malfoy and Miss Pansy Parkinson. You will find all the informations you need on the Wedding invitation in this envelope. Please, write back if you'll come. Thank you.
Yours sincerely
Draco Malfoy…