Yeah, late. I know. Band trip. Didn't have my laptop with me because I didn't trust a bus and 40 something teenagers.
But here it is!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Dear Draco,
I'm so tired. I'm alive, but I'm so, so tired.
He's dead, he's gone forever. Forever… It's so hard to believe.
But I just want to cry. That's all I can do. I can't stop crying, even now. Was it worth it, Draco? To see all our friends and classmates die around us? Was he worth it?
I hate him so much. All he ever did was kill, and even in death he still sows despair. I'm glad he's gone, but I keep seeing their faces. I knew who they were. But now they're gone and I'm still here and I almost feel guilty. Is that normal?
Ron's sleeping. He's really taking the Battle hard. His brother Fred died (Do you remember him? But I guess he didn't treat you all that well). I've never seen him so upset. We're together now. I know that will make you happy, deep down in the darker recesses of your heart ß joke (I felt the need to qualify that statement). Ron and I had to go down to the Chamber of Secrets to get basilisk fangs and when we found Harry again, Harry said something, and then Ron said something about warning the house elves and I kissed him. In front of Harry. But I kissed him and it was wonderful and I know that if you were to read this you would be wrinkling your nose and saying something along the lines of "Really, Granger?" Yes, Draco, really. I babble because I care.
I really need to brush my hair…
Oh, God, I can't stop laughing. My hair is such a mess and full of dirt and rubble and yuck and I don't think there's a brush alive that can tame it at the moment. You always thought I was weird and slightly hysteric at times… You would understand. Take happiness in the little things and all that junk. And after a day like this, I will happily laugh at my mess of hair.
What are you going to do Draco? I know you were forced into working for him, but I'm worried others won't believe you. I want you to know, from here on out, that I will do everything in my power to save you and your family. You may never get this letter. You may never know how much I plan to play in your bid for freedom, but I feel that I should let you know, even if what I say is never said.
The war is over.
Anything can happen now, Draco.
Here's to New Beginnings,
Hermione
Well, there it is! One more and that's the end folks! See you next week and drop a review if you're in the mood.
