Dear Harry,
I know you hate me, and you have every right to because of what I said to you that day. You were mad, you thought I had cheated on you with Blaise. We had been involved for four heavenly months you and I. We had just gotten to the most fun part in our relationship, when rumors began to spread.
You had confronted me that night in the Room of Requirement. No one knew we were together so they didn't know what they were sabotaging when they wanted fun.
I'm sorry I didn't stop you from walking out of the door that night. I tried to talk to you many times that year but you ignored all of my childish antics.
The next year I became a death-eater, I assure you it wasn't my choice. When you found out you resented me. I remember seeing the copious amounts of hate and regret in your eyes when you would look at me. I avoided you as much as possible and focused on my task from Voldemort.
It made me happy and gave me a sliver of hope when I saw you and your friends conversing over meals. I had hoped you would figure out what task I had been roped into by the Dark Lord and that you would save me. That is what you do right… being the Savior of the wizarding world.
I realize now how selfish I was back then, after we broke I just wanted you to save me because I was stuck and hurt. I realize now that I could have asked for help and that I could have tried to save myself, but I didn't. I really am sorry Harry.
Now I lie in a cold bed that was once warm. no one can replace you, bring as much joy to me as you did. Or aggravate me as much as you did. You made me love you and hate you at the same time. I was afraid when we first started seeing each other. You assured me things would be alright and I believed you.
You believed in me and that I was a good person, and that is one of the things I love about you, you always make me believe and you always have faith. I feel as though I have failed you by receiving the dark mark. I wish I could take it back. Scrub it from my skin as if it's just a stain.
I'm sorry I have failed you so… I love you more than you could ever know. I hope you are happy, you deserve someone who can make you happy and love you better than I can. Someone who can take care of you and spoil you. You deserve all of that and I can't give that to you.
I'm sorry I chose dark instead of light and that I let you down so hard. I'm sorry that you hate me and that I couldn't make you happy. But most of all.. I'm sorry that I couldn't be who you wanted me to be.
Now we are back at Hogwarts for our Eighth Year. you still won't spare me a glance and I still love you more than anything. I hope you find someone who can love you like you deserve.
Yours sincerely,
Draco
Draco folds the neatly written letter and puts it in a green shoe box. A letter never to be sent.
