before she left.
Dear Harry and Ron,
I have a confession to make to you. I know you will hate me at first, but I hope that, by the end, you will understand.
All my life, I have wished I could meet the perfect man. I have always lost myself in books and my studies, because I have been so shy around men. They have never seemed to care or want to be more than friends. I don't need someone like you, Harry, someone so famous, someone who is so, so Gryffindor. I don't need someone like you, Ron. Someone protective, and so possessive. You're both my friends, even though you both hope for more.
I need someone special. I need someone to sweep me off my feet and make me feel like everything will be all right as long as we're together. I need someone whose kiss will wipe away all my insecurities and fears. I need someone who, when they hold me, make me feel like there's nothing else, just his warm embrace. I need someone who will make me his life, who will move his world make me happy.
The one who I love, he does that for me. I have never, in the eight years we have been friends, put my needs first. You two have always come first, and I have put my own welfare second best. Call this madness, if you must. Call me selfish. I know I am. But just, for once, leave me do what's best for me.
I know you don't approve, but please, listen to my needs. For once, see me as a woman, not Hermione, not something you own. I can't cope with you smothering me any more. I'm leaving with Draco, and I hope that one-day, when I come back, you'll be able to forgive me for my moment of selfishness, forgive me for wanting to be happy.
You will always be my best friends, and I hope you will always remember that.
Love, Hermione.
She sealed the letter and left it there for her friends to find when they discovered her missing. She picked up her bag, and left with the smiling man behind her, never looking back.
Dear Harry and Ron,
I have a confession to make to you. I know you will hate me at first, but I hope that, by the end, you will understand.
All my life, I have wished I could meet the perfect man. I have always lost myself in books and my studies, because I have been so shy around men. They have never seemed to care or want to be more than friends. I don't need someone like you, Harry, someone so famous, someone who is so, so Gryffindor. I don't need someone like you, Ron. Someone protective, and so possessive. You're both my friends, even though you both hope for more.
I need someone special. I need someone to sweep me off my feet and make me feel like everything will be all right as long as we're together. I need someone whose kiss will wipe away all my insecurities and fears. I need someone who, when they hold me, make me feel like there's nothing else, just his warm embrace. I need someone who will make me his life, who will move his world make me happy.
The one who I love, he does that for me. I have never, in the eight years we have been friends, put my needs first. You two have always come first, and I have put my own welfare second best. Call this madness, if you must. Call me selfish. I know I am. But just, for once, leave me do what's best for me.
I know you don't approve, but please, listen to my needs. For once, see me as a woman, not Hermione, not something you own. I can't cope with you smothering me any more. I'm leaving with Draco, and I hope that one-day, when I come back, you'll be able to forgive me for my moment of selfishness, forgive me for wanting to be happy.
You will always be my best friends, and I hope you will always remember that.
Love, Hermione.
She sealed the letter and left it there for her friends to find when they discovered her missing. She picked up her bag, and left with the smiling man behind her, never looking back.