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*Professor McGongall giving Maceus a disapproving look.*
Maceus: *flinchin* I know, I know! I'm a terrible author! I haven't updated in so long!
*Professor still looking at her disapprovingly but nods and walks off.*
Maceus: Sorry guys! *gives weak smile* Review? Please?
Dear Hermione,
I would have used my own owl, but that might have been a bit suspicious.
Anyway, I couldn't sleep, not after our ten o'clock match, so I decided to write you this letter. Not the typical thing for guys to do, but ever since I fell for you, I haven't exactly been your average guy.
Great. Now that I have this paper out, I don't know what to write.
I guess I'll just write down the things that I know:
One: I'm in love with a beautiful Muggle-born.
Two: That is extremely dangerous, but I don't care.
Three: My dad would kill me if he knew. Litterally.
Four: It's all worth it for you.
Five: I've caused you grief ever since I can remember. Forgive me?
Six: I love you.
Seven: I want you.
Eight: I love you.
Nine: This whole letter sounds like some hopeless romantic schoolboy. But I guess that that's true.
Ten: I would do anything for you.
Eleven: I love you.
Have I mentioned that I love you, Hermione? Well, I do. Every moment spent away from you is a moment wasted, a moment in agony. Even as I write this letter there's a hole in my chest that can only be cured when I'm with you. I hate having to keep our relationship a secret. It sucks. I want to stand on the top of the Astronomy Tower and sing and shout about how much I love you. But I realize that if anyone knew I wouldn't be able to be with you anymore, and that would be the death of me. Period. End of story. You mean that much to me.
I love you, I miss you, I wish that you were here.
Draco.
Draco Malfoy!
Don't you dare ever talk about you dying! Ever! It's too unbearable for me to think about. If I even think about being in a world that you don't exist…
No. I'm not thinking about it anymore.
Things that I know:
One: I love you.
Two: When I'm with you, I don't know how to describe what feelings happen inside me. It's like a balloon that slowly inflates until it's too big to be inside my chest anymore. And that's just when you're in a three-foot radius of me. But when you're kissing me… that's a whole different story.
Three: If you no longer existed… Wait, I'm not thinking about that anymore.
Four: I love you.
Five: When I'm not with you, it's like I'm imploding. A black hole forms in my chest and slowly eats me alive.
Six: I punched you in third year. Forgive me?
Seven: If your father ever shows up at this school I'll punch him too.
Eight: I want you.
Nine: I love you.
Ten: I would do anything for you.
Eleven: I love you.
Did I mention that I love you?
Hermione.
Review please!