Title: Love Letters
Pairing: Cedric/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An encounter by letters between Draco Malfoy and Cedric Diggory along the fourth year.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe, all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates.
A/N: This was written for the 10_letters challenge on livejournal and I thought, pfff, just go ahead and spam ff-net with those melodramatic, sugary letters. xD Please don't be too harsh with the grammar and such. English is not my first language. Hope you are still able to enjoy!
To Cedric Diggory,
You cannot guess how often I tried to put in words what is in my head right now. I have something to tell you. Something so ridiculous and stupid that you will laugh right in my face. In moments of weakness I stand right behind you and am about to say what would bring you the highest amusement, but you never notice me and I'm glad that I don't embarrass myself in front of you by saying out loud what I feel for you.
My heart is obsessed with you.
I am in love with you.
You won't believe what a longing for you possesses me. It keeps me awake at night and it is only your fault that I am never able to concentrate in lessons. I am tired of this. Tired of hiding my feelings, too, but more of not being able to sleep.
And I wish so much for a dream about you, because I cannot in person be in your presence. On the other hand… My dreams are scaring me. I am not afraid of you, just of the things I feel about you. I am insane. I must lock myself up or other people will do it for me.
How much I want to write you of those dreams. You should know what you made of me. Because of you I am a mad man. And my feather will not let me make this word disappear that tells you the truth about my gender…
Maybe you can understand me now. I am utterly scared to have feelings for a boy, but you are to me a person intensely desirable. And I am not the same to you. I never will be anything to you. You can be happy without me and I cannot. What is left for me are the lonely nights in which I dream about you. Only you.
Your hands running over my body. Your lips kissing me. Your teeth biting me.
I hear the gasps and moans long after I have awaken in the silence of the dorm. Like they have been reality. It is never soft. In my dreams there is no emotional attachment and I know exactly why.
You have never spoken a single word to me and you have no reasons to. I do not give you any. Admiring your looks is forgivable. Falling for your character would be my death. I fear to like you even more if I get to know you better, but I desire nothing more.
There is nothing between us, not love, not anything else.
But I cannot stop hoping. Hope is one more thing that is left to me and you can decide if you want to erase it. The owl is waiting to bring me your answer or you can make her fly away, then she will be the only one, who knows about your surely loud laughter.
