D is for Draco.
Thanks to Aerosmith for this one;
I Don't Want to Miss A Thing had deep roots in this letter. Listen to the song, it's awesome.
Wow, this writing's got me emotional. I nearly cried while writing.
I'm proud of this oneshot, I can't bring myself to call it a drabble. It's pretty raw.

Dear Draco,

When you left, that dark and cold night, my heart skipped a beat. I thought you'd always be here; you have been my crutch for so long. I could lean on you, and you wouldn't mind a bit. And then you were gone; and I was grasping at empty air.

Sometimes, it gets bad. My heart aches and I close my eyes, remembering everything about you, cataloguing a thousand things I love about you. I don't want to forget anything about you, but the number is getting lower, and I haven't stopped loving you in anyway.

Your smile, it was the most significant symbol in my world. When you smiled, it was as if everything was okay, that we could just move on and we'd be okay; we'd be alright. I guess I was naïve thinking that was so, because nothing is ever okay.

Things are still there, even when they've been gone and forgiven. There's always a scar that your mind may cross and you'll remember, though you wish you hadn't. I remember you, and I remember her.

What did I do? Did I step out of line; was I wrong from the start? Did all my tendencies to be particular about things annoy you to no end? Am I even going to find out why you grew tired of my, why you left and never looked back?

There was a time, where I wished I could freeze time, when everything was perfect. We'd lie together and you'd fall asleep. I'd watch you fall asleep and feel happy that I was with you, that I was worthy of you, no matter how much I didn't deserve you. I'd wonder what you were dreaming about, and I'd wish it was me. I'd kiss you on the forehead, my lips lingering longer than they should, but I didn't have the heart to care. I close my eyes, however much I didn't want to; pull you close and revel in you, keeping you right next to me, falling asleep to the lullaby of your heartbeat. You were mine and I was yours. I still am yours, if you'd ever want me again. I know I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I can't let you go. I don't want to let you go. I love you for god's sake, why should I have to? But, I remember now. You left, and you've moved on.

Sometimes, I wear that lonesome shirt that you left in my closet. It's that white button-up that you wore when you proposed to me. It's the most amazing and whole thing I have left of you, the letters seeming more and more fake and full of lies, and the memories that fade away, only the fights and the tears taking over. Why is it like this? I want to remember the good times. But I can't.

I can still smell you on the shirt, that delectable scent that was so unique, and yet I can smell parts of it in everyday things; and it tortures me. You're there, in every reminder I have. You're my whole world, the old friend and the broken love. You're you.

And tonight, when I fall asleep, I'll think of you. You'll be standing there, in the corner of my mind. I'm attached to you, and my mind knows it. I remember you, and I hope with everything that I have that you remember me too.

I still have the ring you gave me. I wear it on a chain around my neck; so you're always with me. How could you ever leave?

I miss you; you've probably figured that out. My heart's still here for you, if you want it back. If you want me back. And I'll wait for you, until my heart stops beating.

Sincerely yours; forever,

Hermione.

Did you tear up? Even a little?
I'd love to know; it makes me fuzzy to think that my writing can strike a chord, somewhere if anywhere.

Review, honest! (: