Dear Draco Malfoy,
I believe that you are content in reading at the moment that you have succeeded. I cannot forget you and the fact that I actually loved you. Why are you doing this to me? I can still remember your kisses, your touches everything that lied to me. Everything that I thought told me you were telling the truth. But in the end… it wasn't true. You used me to get back at Harry as well as help Voldemort. I am so sorry to tell you that I am a strong girl. If I cannot bounce back this life…I will have next life.
I don't know why, I don't remember how I fell in love with you. But you know what? It doesn't matter. What matters are that we live in a world so different, my feelings are nothing compared to the real world. One emotion is just a speck amongst the other emotions I feel anger, betrayal, and sadness. It is true that love is more powerful than the rest; but I have a very high EQ and I will pull through.
I bid you farewell and congratulations. I truly hope you are happy with Pansy, Voldemort, and your beliefs. I hope that at least, you will remember me as not just the Mudblood named Hermione Granger, but the Mudblood girl who loves you by the name of Hermione Granger. Farewell, Draco. Farewell.
With Everlasting Love,
Hermione Jane Granger
Draco Malfoy felt tears wet his eyes that were the last letter he will ever receive from her. Of course, their relationship wasn't just a scam. He needed to distance himself from her in order to keep her safe. If only she had known of his original intentions. If only she understood why he'd done such a thing. If he hadn't… Voldemort wouldn't have only killed her, but him as well. Or better yet, murder him slowly in front of her eyes make her beg for death to be with him.
But his tries to save her were in vain, for she had committed suicide, in attempt to forget him. She'd wanted to start over new…what better way than to come back in a next life? She never knew of his intentions, for the last letter she read from him was
Dear Hermione Granger,
How unfortunate it is for you that you have fallen into my trap. I almost pitied you. Almost. I chuckle at you gullibility. Aren't you supposed to be a very smart woman? Just as an act of gratitude for helping me get back at Pottyhead, I will tell you this I will be happier with Pansy than I was ever with you. Mudblood bitch, do you think I actually moaned because you were so good in bed? I was imagining Pansy every single time I entered you. Pathetic. I will not waste anymore time writing a letter to you. By the way, my beliefs lead me to greatness, and Voldemort shall help me. You haven't a need to worry. Farewell, Mudblood.
Greatly Annoyed By You,
Draco Lucius Malfoy
P.S. I believe that you are nothing but scum. Love is just a pathetic excuse to get hurt. Of course, there's nothing wrong with lust. Very dense of you, Granger, to have fallen for me, but I'm not complaining…much. Even though you are a Mudblood, I must admit you have intellects to some extent. You've wasted too much with Pottyhead and Weasel. Oh, and just to mock you, shall I say that forbidden lie? Unless…you still believe it do owl back a reply so I would know whether or not to mock you?
To Draco, it was clear as day what the hidden message was, but of course, Hermione, acting on impulse hadn't noticed. And that was when Draco buried his face into his hands, tears falling from his eyes. His beloved Hermione…