I don't own Harry Potter or any of the songs I use, I just like them both...more than anyone should; it gets rediculous.

Okay, this is from AIDA, a musical where the music and lyrics were done by Tim Rice and Elton John (who owns my heart). Thanks to Ks21178 and Casi, who reviewed, I love you with all my heart.

I'm sorry for everything I've said
and for anything I forgot to say too
when things get so complicated
I stumble at best muddle through

Draco sat as his desk, his quill between his teeth.

"FUCK!" he roared, throwing a crumpled piece of parchment across the room. He was truly stumped. He knew what he wanted to say to Mione but couldn't get the words out. He wanted to apologize for everything. The things he said that hurt her. The things he forgot to say to prove to her about how much he loved her. Everything.

He stared at the picture of them that he still had at his desk, remembering one instance at Hogwarts in their last year.

He ran from the potions classroom after her. "Mione!"

"Leave me alone, Draco Malfoy!" she cried, still running. He rolled his eyes, catching up with her and managing to lock his arms around her.

"Mione, please, let me explain!"

"I knew you were a slug, Malfoy, but this is low even for you!" she said, turning to him, punching his chest.

"Oh, really?" he asked, smiling as he gripped her tighter.

"Yes, really, you were all wrapped up in Astoria!" she sputtered, trying to get away from him.

"Did you see, than, Miss Know- It-All, that she was crying?" he asked.

She stopped fighting him. "Well, no, but why would she-"

"You jumped to conclusions." He said, pulling her into his arms, kissing her head lightly. He stroked her hair, smiling into her hair.

They stayed like that until he heard her mumble something into his chest.

"What was that?" he asked, tilting her head up.

"I said, 'It's hard to not jump to conclusions when you're dating the Slytherin Sex God.'" She mumbled.

Draco felt himself pale. She had a point…but…"Dammit, Mione!" he said, running his hand through her tousled hair, pulling her into a dark corner. He pinned her against a marble wall. "You're my girl." He said, crushing his lips to hers. He felt her tongue slid across his lip, asking for permission. He groaned, allowing her entrance as he pulled her closer. Their tongues danced.

"Mione." He moaned his handing traveling to her hip.

"I've got to go." She whimpered against his neck.

Without another word she walked away.

He grabbed her hand. "Just remember, Mione, I'll never want the world…I only want you." She smiled at him, sliding her hand from his.

"I'll see you later."

Oh, I wish, I could tell you this

Face to face

But there's never the time,

Never the place,

So this letter will have to do,

I love you.

Draco sat back in the chair, sighing. He picked up the piece of parchment, reading it over.

Mione,

I own myself an ass for…well…for writing you this letter. But, I have my reasoning, I mean think about it, how often do you see me writing letters? You won't let me see you. By the Goddess, Mione, I have so many things to tell you. I guess, I'll start with the fact that I love you. You know this. I've loved you since you punched me in third year. I know now, well, that I always will. I haven't been able to get you outta my head, ever since you left me in Diagon Ally. Please, Mione let me explain. That girl you saw me hugging, it's not what you think it was. That girl means nothing to me romantically. She's more like a sister. If you would let me get close to you again, I would be able to tell you this and hold you in my arms again, kiss your lips.

I love you, Mione.

Your, Draco.

Draco looked at the letter once more before sealing it in a thick envelope and placed it in the drawer of his desk. He knew she would never read it if he sent it.