Dear Fred,
I can't believe you're really gone. I mean, I know many people didn't perceive us as much but... I thought it was special. Yeah, occasionally you'd annoy me or play one of your stupid practical jokes on me and I'd shout; but now I really miss that. The playful, mischievous actions you did; just so you could see me smile. I hated my smile till I found you. In fact I hated everything about me. My buck teeth, my bushy hair, especially my smile, my figure, my dress sense, everything. Then you came along and changed that.
The way you would caress my cheeks when I was upset, the way you whispered in my ears saying "Everything will be alright, Herms". Oh, how your voice sent chills down my spine; just thinking about it still makes me shiver slightly. You brushing fly away hairs from my face, your fingers tracing all of my faces features, you leaning in kissing me softly on the lips. That was like ecstasy for me. You kissing me more and passionately each time, you with your hands on my hips pulling me in closer; me with my hands running through your fiery hair, trying to force your lips closer to mine. This is one thing I'll never forget, our passion.
I'll never forget how you were like my best friend either. How we would sit together for hours on end just talking to one another, about everything that came to mind. You'd sit there and moan about your brothers and how Ginny was always your mother's centre of attention; and I'd sit there and laugh at the fact I'd give anything to have some siblings and not be an only child. We helped each other out of our tough times: when you were worried about your dad that Christmas he got attacked; when Krum left me at the Yule Ball and Ronald was being an arse to me (I never did thank you for sorting him out, well not properly anyway) and when I got worried about OWLs and started having panic attacks, you were the one helping me.
You my dear Freddy, were amazing. I really don't know how I can ever forget you and what you did. Harry suggested I start writing to you like this, to vent my emotions and its seemed to have worked for now. But you know what happens to me if I can't show my feelings openly. I mean Harry, sort of guessed I needed to vent, but he doesn't know why; he doesn't know the ins and outs of it. That Chosen-one-my –arse-boy thinks he knows everything, but he really doesn't. I'll admit he has some bright ideas but we'll have to see how this one goes before I admit anymore.
I might write again, but I really don't know. I mean, the letter doesn't bring you back; just blasted memories. But its a way of contacting you in a wierd way so who knows. But in the meantime, you have all my love that I possess.
Your dearest,
Hermione xx
