A/N: This was a request for a dramione. I don't ship them but it was interesting to write this. They're supposed to a series of letter Draco writes to Hermione, whether because he's bored in class of simply needs something to do. Each one is for each of the seven books, starting with the first. Enjoy!

To Grotesque Granger,
Can you please stop answering every single question? It's getting quite annoying. I mean honestly, no one cares if you're a walking talking textbook! Geez...
Oh, here you go again. Merlin, your hand shoots up faster than a nimbus 2000.
Dang, are you writing an essay there? Really, it's charms, trust me you don't need to take that many notes...
You know now that I'm looking at you, I've noticed your nose looks very Malfoy-esque...except it's cuter *crossed out* smaller. You don't deserve a Malfoy nose, filthy mudblood.
With hatred,
Draco Malfoy

To the Fluffy Hair Mudblood,
Ha! You're petrified! You look bloody ridiculous! Merlin, this is good! Perhaps I'll take a picture and sent it to my father. I'm sure he'd enjoy it even more than I.
I've heard that Potter, Weasley, and you thought I was the heir of Slytherin. Hah! Not quite dearie!
Hmm...you really thought I was the heir...you must think quite highly of me then. Have a crush?
I wonder if you ever figured out it wasn't me...if you didn't then you must think that I petrified you...I wouldn't do that...
Yeah...um...because...I would...um...I wouldn't waste my time with you! So there!
Get worse soon,
Draco Malfoy

To Hairy Horrible Hermione,
You slapped me! You, a filthy mudblood, slapped me! How dare you! My father will hear about this!
Hmph...that was really quite rude of you...However, I'm not surprised. I imagine they don't teach manners in the muggle world. You know, I've heard that when teenagers like someone they often are mean to that person. Do you fancy me Granger? I would understand, I'm quite attractive, unlike you, with your beaver teeth and hair so large you can see it from space. Of course I suppose the previous fact could also be applied to me...but that's absurd! I'm a pureblood, and a Malfoy at that. I'd never fancy a mudblood!
Worst regards,
Draco Malfoy

To the Ghastly Gryffindor Geek,
Thank you. Thank you for not asking me to the Yule Ball. I knew that you desperately wanted to, but you refrained. I'd like to thank you for that.
I know how deeply you love me, despite the glares I often receive from you, and it means a lot to me that you resisted giving into your desires. You see, if you had asked me, and I had gone (of course I wouldn't have but there was the tiniest possibility which would have only existed if you asked me) then I would have had to be seen next to you. Trust me, I would have never lived it down.
Your dress was absolutely revolting, my mother most likely would have vomited. Such a daring neckline for a prude. And your hair, dear lord, your hair! It was just as bad as it usually is, if not worse! I think prefer it bushy to be honest. For the Yule Ball, you obviously used a dozen bottles of hair product and the result was really not worth the time. Your hair was shiny and luscious, BUT you could smell the hair product from a kilometer away. It was elegantly put up and parts trailed down your back in waves, BUT now that it was off your face, people could actually see your face. Oh dear me...it was quite awful to look at. Your Malfoy nose that you have no right to looked out of place on your otherwise ugly face. I'll admit your complexion is actually quite nice and your cheeks were pleasantly rosy. It's also true that your eyes are really quite pretty, a nice chocolate brown. But the rest of your face completely ruins it.
Anyways, in conclusion thank you for not asking me to the Yule Ball because honestly I would have hated to be seen next to someone as ugly as you. So once more, thank you.
Little to no love,
Draco Malfoy

To the girl with tumbleweed for hair,
You really are quite insufferable. I have been trying for months to find where your little club has been meeting, but to no avail. You're clever for a mudblood, I'll give you that. I wish you were pureblood. We could use your help on the Inquisitorial Squad. Well, then again, if you were on the Inquisitorial Squad, we wouldn't be having these problems. Potter and Weasley are useless without you.
Of course, none of this matters because you're a filthy mudblood so you'll always be below me. You'll always be less than me.
Till next time (I dread it),
Draco Malfoy

To Granger,
What am I doing? How am I going to kill the greatest wizard of all time? Especially when I'm not even really trying...
Potter suspects me. I wonder if you do...
I just...I just don't know what to do...
Will I be able to kill Dumbledore if I manage to trap him?
Do I even want to be able to?
What am I going to do?
Why am I even talking to you?!
Not that you'll ever get this letter, but still why?
I hate you and you hate me?
What am I doing?
Whatever...I'll figure this out...I always do...
From,
Draco Malfoy

Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't say I'm sorry enough...
What have I done? What have I done?
I just stood there...I didn't do anything...she was torturing you...my aunt was torturing you and I just stood there...
You screamed and I stood there.
You cried and I stood there.
You were bled and I stood there.
You fell unconscious and I stood there.
You were tortured like I'd never seen before and I just stood there.
As I wallow in guilt a single question floats to the surface: "For how would I have simply stood there?"
Would I have stood there as you slipped into insanity? Would I have stood there as she killed you? Would I have stood there as she handed you to Greyback?
I didn't know then, I don't know now, and I'll never know.
I'd like to think that I wouldn't have just stood there, but I'm not brave and I won't delude myself into thinking I am.
However, there is one thing that I finally realized that dreaded night.
It's hard to write, even though I now know it to be true...
I love you.
I had to get that out, to admit it, even if you'll never read it.
And I know that you're with Weasley now. I'm happy for you. Really I am. Just make sure he shapes up. He doesn't deserve you, no one does. Especially not me.
But you know what I also realized that dreaded night: if anyone comes close enough to deserving you, it's Ronald Weasley.
I stood there, but he didn't. And that little fact, makes all the difference.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy

So, I had planned to write a chapter for my OTP before Valntines day, but I barely finished this one ;P I guess that I'll do that another time.

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