Disclaimer: As sad as it is, I don't own anything. I wish I owned Draco, but I don't. So I spend my time writing sad, pathetic little stories, wishing I owned something. L

I never loved you. It was just a game, a selfish game I'd always enjoyed. I thought I should tell you that before I say anything else. It should explain a lot. I saw the way you always looked at me, how hurt you were when I insulted you. I realized it in our third year. It wasn't what I said or what I'd done that made you hit me. It was everything. It was because you knew you could never have me, no matter what. You weren't mad at me; you were hurt. I saw the angry, painful tears in your eyes. That's when I knew. And I never forgot, not for an instant.

I'm writing this to say goodbye, though I know it's too late for any such nonsense. You're already gone, and in a few hours time, I will be too. But I have these few hours, and this is the only time I have to explain myself, and if anyone deserves an explanation, it's you.

I would say I'm sorry, beg for forgiveness I know I can never receive, but I'm not sorry. Not for what made you go, anyway. All I did was tell you the truth; part of the truth, that is. I told you that I couldn't see you anymore and I didn't want to anyway. You ran off before I could finish. So it's your fault.

I was playing my sick game for more than a year, and you never suspected a thing. And I thought you were supposed to be the smart one. I ended it, though, when my father found out. Even if it was an act, he couldn't afford to have me associating with the likes of you. That was the reason why I couldn't see you anymore. The reason why I didn't want to see you anymore is the stupidest, simplest reason I have for anything I've ever done.

I fell in love. I, Draco Malfoy, the next Death Eater, fell in love with a witch. A smart, kind, loving witch. A mudblood. You.

Laughable, I know. And because I wrote it down, I've just sentenced myself to death. I fell for a mudblood, so now I fall for good.

I take back what I said earlier. I am sorry. I'm sorry we ever met, because from the moment our lives intersected, they were doomed to an early end.

I love you, Hermione Granger. And maybe I'll see you again in a few hours, after I see my father.

Draco Lucius Malfoy

Prince of Slytherin and Mudblood-Lover Extraordinaire

Author's Note: I normally put these at the beginning, but this one goes better at the end, now that you've read it. In case you couldn't tell, this was a letter that Draco wrote to Hermione. By putting his feelings down on paper, he basically signed his own death warrant. After Draco broke up with Hermione, she committed suicide. Sad, I know. I'm considering making this a multiple-chaptered story, with Draco's final goodbye's to everyone, but I'm not sure. Tell me in your reviews whether or not you would be interested in reading that. If not, I'll just leave this as a one-shot. R&R.