A/N this is a short one off about Hermione and Draco… I hope you like it… even though its kind of depressing..
Disclaimer: as much as I wish I did I do not own any of these characters…
You tried so hard to get me, tried everything you could, even though we were so different. You came to me begging for somewhere to stay, somewhere to hide… you had failed and you needed to disappear. He would be looking for you. He killed everyone who had meant anything to you. You needed someone, anyone, but you chose me. You wanted to make the pain go away. Did it work, well did it? Do you finally see, that it wasn't really me that you loved… it was the comfort that I brought you. Draco, the reason you chose me, was the same reason you have hated me, I was the enemy, a muggle born, if you could love me, a muggle born, it would prove that you aren't like them, Draco, you don't love me… but now that I love you these feelings aren't going to go away. I know this but I have been pretending, that you really love me. It's getting harder to pretend, so this is why I wrote this, for you. I love you, and I always will… but you don't love me, you never did…
Hermione closed her eyes and tried to hold back the tears that threatened to pour down her cheeks. She managed to hold them back. She folded up the piece of paper and stared at it. At that moment Draco walked into her room.
'Hey, you look sad, What's wrong?' he walked over to her and kissed her. 'What you got there?'
She looked at Draco and smiled, 'it's nothing, I'm just a little tired.' She forced a smile.
'Ok, get some sleep.' He kissed her forehead and started to walk out the room, he paused in the doorway. 'Love you.'
'I love you too.' She replied as he left the room. She took another look at the letter she had just written. She silently ripped it into a million pieces and whispered, 'It's easier to pretend.' And only then did she allow the tears to flow from her eyes.