My dear Draco,
I've written this letter in my head, thousands of times, each sounding different from the first, none seemed to say exactly what I want to say. Which is entirely too much. So this is my final letter, my final attempt at goodbye. From this there will be no more. You need to know what I am about to tell you. I owe you that much.
I remember the first day I saw you.
You were this scrawny white haired little boy with a permanent look of disproval and annoyance. Nothing held beauty to you. You loved nothing and no one seemed to love you. Even thinking about it now, no matter how far you've come today, my heart aches in sadness. It was the face of a boy who had a hard life. Sympathetic as I was, I thought nothing of you for awhile. Then we grew to hate each other.
We certainly had our moments. No matter what you or I did, the hate grew and grew, becoming a monster inside both of our hearts. The monster grew until it overtook me, to the point where everything that went wrong was ultimately connected with you. And even though I knew it was wrong, nothing could stop the burning desire in my heart to bring you down.
Then one day, it stopped. The fire calmed itself down and I began to look at you in a different light. To this day, I know not what made me stop the raving madness I had begun to inflict upon you. Maybe you know, but all I know is that I'm glad it did.
If not, I would not have grown to love you.
And love you I do. I fell so hard one night. It hit me, like a ton of bricks, right down in my soul. It was one look at you that had me near tears in joy and despair. Oh, to know what I felt that night! It was the greatest feeling in the world, to be so overwhelmed with love and happiness that I barely knew how to contain it.
Who knew that you would be my worst enemy and my greatest love?
As hard as it was, I went on, letting you believe that I loathed your existence. To an extent, I did, but not for the reason you thought. I loathed you for being the great man that I fell in love with. I hated you for not loving my back.
To much surprise, you did.
For that, I will be eternally grateful. No one loved me as you did. No one could. When you give your heart away to someone else, as I had given mine fully to you, no one can take it away. So, happy and in love, we spent our lives together.
What we had of them.
So, as I figure you have guessed, if you are reading this then I am dead. For this, I am entirely sorry. I never meant to hurt you; it was the absolute last thing that I wanted to happen. But nothing I can do can stop this. I've tried everything Draco. So with this letter, I say my final goodbye. I part with the hope that one day, you will love again. I love you so much, so much it hurts deeply to right this to you.
But you deserve to have someone else love you.
Draco, you are an amazing person. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. Not your father, nor you mother, your friends, not even you yourself. You're kind, and generous, and loving. I could not have chosen a better man. You were my match in every way. You completed me. And that is something I will never forget.
Be happy.
I love you.
Hermione.
