Dear Hermione,
It's not my fault I was born a Malfoy. It's not my fault that my family would never understand. They would never let me speak to a Muggleborn, much less marry one. It wouldn't matter to them that you're the only person in my life who means anything to me. It wouldn't matter that you're perfect to my eyes. I could talk to you for hours, about anything. I feel happy when I'm with you. I'm safe. I can forget the world, just listening to you. I truly believe you're the only person in the whole world who cares whether I'm dead or alive. You love me for me. I've never met anyone like you. You don't even know how amazing you are. Rest assured I will always love you. No one will ever take your place. But it's not fair to do this to you. You don't deserve a 'secret relationship'. You deserve a husband, who can love you and take care of you. You deserve someone you can be seen in public with without being insulted. And I can't be that person. Okay, I realize this letter sounds really disorganized, not romantic at all, but I'm writing from my heart. Please understand. I love you.
Draco
The reply to this letter was a rumor circulating throughout the school that Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were now a couple and very much in love.