Author's Note: Ehh… Stupid little fic. I don't know if I should continue this or not. Maybe I'll continue it if people actually like it. I don't know. Sorry if it's OOC, remember its after the defeat of Voldemort and after Hogwarts, so you never know. The title is the only thing I could come up with. Yeah… Anyway, please review.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. I wish I did, but wishing isn't enough.

Letters Left Unsent

Dear Hermione,

I heard about your life. I guess you've been successful, and I also guess that you've forgotten about me, right? You forgot about what happened after Hogwarts ended, didn't you? We were friends that entire year after Hogwarts, we worked together, we got along, and you forgave me for the things I did to you. You told me that you wouldn't forget, but you'd forgive me. That was when I fell in love with you.

I thought maybe you'd love me back, but you said no when I asked. I left my job that day, I got a job elsewhere. I didn't think I could handle the fact you didn't love me. I went to work with another place, to rid my mind of you not loving me back.

I still smell your hair after all these years. Do you still use the same shampoo? I hope so. I still can see your smile; did you know it was bright enough to light my life? I wish you could've known that before. I still see the hurt in your eyes when you found out that Harry Potter, your best friend, had died. I still remember the look you gave me when I comforted you when I didn't specifically care for Potter. I still remember the way you always left little chocolates on my desk the week I found out that my mother was in St. Mungo's. I knew you didn't particularly care for my mum. But, Hermione, you still had the heart to care. I still remember your voice, the way you talked to me. You reassured me that I was a good person even when I felt like I wasn't.

Hermione, I know you are getting married. I know it is to Ron Weasley. I know you are happy, and I know that you would like for me to be happy for you. I'm sorry, but I can't. I do truly love you and I think you are making the wrong decision to marry him. He'll never notice the things I notice about you. I believe that all he sees is your outer beauty. I, dear Hermione, see your inner beauty first and your outer beauty last. Please, just don't marry him. It'll be a mistake on your part.

Do you remember the time I kissed you and you slapped me? It stung Hermione. It stung only because that was the moment I truly realized you didn't love me. I think about the moment a lot.

Anyway, dear Hermione, it is August the twentieth, 2001 and I still love you after all these years. Please, do not expect me to be at your wedding as I am already heartbroken enough.

Take Care,

Yours Truly,

Draco Malfoy

P.S. I hope you choose periwinkle for your bridesmaid dresses, it was your favorite colour wasn't it? Never mind, please do not tell me. I'm afraid that you might've changed everything about you.