It was 21 years after the battle of Hogwarts, I had become Mrs Hermione Weasley. I had two children, Rose and Hugo, and a job at the Ministry. Then, I received a letter. It was in a deep green envelope, and was hand written. I opened it, and was shocked by what was inside.
Dear Hermione,
If you receive this letter, it means that I have died. I'm writing this letter on the 12th May 1997. My parents took me away from Hogwarts after the battle of the 2nd. I miss Hogwarts so much. If you're still wondering who I am, I'm Draco Malfoy.
What? Malfoy's Dead! Malfoy's Dead?
And I'm writing this to say sorry.
Draco's saying sorry… This is odd.
I'm sorry for calling you a mudblood, I'm sorry for being horrid to you, Ron and Harry. I want to tell you, I've always loved you.
Wow. I didn't expect that.
Life's funny like that, isn't it? I've always made out that I loathed you, you and the rest of the Golden Trio. Maybe it was like that in the beginning, but at some point, at some time, I guess that changed. You know what they say. There is a fine line between love and hate. I don't know how, or when, or why I fell in love with you. I was in the middle of it before I knew it had even started. I guess I started to respect you in third year, when you slapped me. I always respected you, I guess. You were always smarter than anyone else I knew. I know that I pretended that I was better than you, but the truth is, Granger, you were always better than me. Always.
Oh. I feel so bad now. He wasn't just mean to us, we were mean to him, for being mean to us.
Then, In Our Sixth year, Voldemort threatened my family. I had to do what he said. I never wanted to be a death eater. He was going to kill my family. I could never kill Dumbledore, he was my headmaster. I could never kill anyone. I miss Hogwarts so much.
I was crying now. I felt so sorry for him. He never meant to be how he was. He was forced.
And in our last year, my parents forced me away from Hogwarts. Did you know? My mother knew Harry wasn't dead. She wanted to come back to Hogwarts to find me. If she hadn't had lied, we would all probably be dead. Well, I guess I'm dead now when you read this anyway. So, you don't need to worry about me anymore. I hope you're fine, happy. Let me guess, you're still with Weasley, even married, depending when you get this letter.
He guessed my future so well. I wondered how.
I couldn't read it anymore. My tears had smudged the ink on the page. There was only a few lines left. I tried to read them.
So, Hermione Jean Granger. Thank you for reading this, I will always love you,
Draco Malfoy.
I was glad I finished it. I wouldn't have been able to read any more. I realised one thing though. I loved Draco Malfoy.