Dear Hermione,
I never thought I'd have to write a letter like this, but it's very important to me that you understand how I feel towards you.
How do I start a letter like this? Do I recall all the times we've spent together over the last 2 years? Do you remember all those times Hermione? I do. My favourite memory is when we first kissed, do you remember that? We were 16. You were upset because you'd fallen out with Potter and Weasley, I found you crying under the beech tree by the lake. We talked for 2 hours and then as I brushed a tear away, I kissed you and you kissed me in return. Do you remember all the sneaking around afterwards? We'd kiss between classes when no-one was looking, do you remember how scared you'd be that someone would find out about us? Do you remember how everynight around 11:30 we'd sneak out under the stars, on to the quidditch pitch. Do you remember how we'd climb over the gates? Do you remember when you ripped your tights? We laughed for ages about it as we lay down in the sand underneath the goals. Do you remember how we kissed for 5 minutes without pausing for a breath that night, do you remember that it was also the night I told you I loved you? I remember your eyes lighting up, and you told me you loved me too.
Do you remeber when we were 17, and we were given a detention by Filch because he caught us kissing in the halls? Do you remember what we had to do? We cleaned the beds in the hospital wing, no-one was in that night and Madam Pomfrey was away in London, it was just me and you. Do you remember what we did? I do, and I was so pleased I lost it to you.
Do you know what my worst memory is? My worst memory is the last day of our 8th year. You told me that Weasley had told you he loved you, you told me that we couldn't be together anymore. You told me that we wouldn't work in the real world, we were leaving school you said, we were 18 you said. You told me that it was childish fun, sneaking around but really that we're incompatible. I cried, you cried, we kissed, you left.
You're marrying Weasley tommorow, but I need you to know how I feel about you. I want you to know that I love you, and always have loved you.
Please don't forget me Hermione. Do you promise to remember?
Love always Draco
I never thought I'd have to write a letter like this, but it's very important to me that you understand how I feel towards you.
How do I start a letter like this? Do I recall all the times we've spent together over the last 2 years? Do you remember all those times Hermione? I do. My favourite memory is when we first kissed, do you remember that? We were 16. You were upset because you'd fallen out with Potter and Weasley, I found you crying under the beech tree by the lake. We talked for 2 hours and then as I brushed a tear away, I kissed you and you kissed me in return. Do you remember all the sneaking around afterwards? We'd kiss between classes when no-one was looking, do you remember how scared you'd be that someone would find out about us? Do you remember how everynight around 11:30 we'd sneak out under the stars, on to the quidditch pitch. Do you remember how we'd climb over the gates? Do you remember when you ripped your tights? We laughed for ages about it as we lay down in the sand underneath the goals. Do you remember how we kissed for 5 minutes without pausing for a breath that night, do you remember that it was also the night I told you I loved you? I remember your eyes lighting up, and you told me you loved me too.
Do you remeber when we were 17, and we were given a detention by Filch because he caught us kissing in the halls? Do you remember what we had to do? We cleaned the beds in the hospital wing, no-one was in that night and Madam Pomfrey was away in London, it was just me and you. Do you remember what we did? I do, and I was so pleased I lost it to you.
Do you know what my worst memory is? My worst memory is the last day of our 8th year. You told me that Weasley had told you he loved you, you told me that we couldn't be together anymore. You told me that we wouldn't work in the real world, we were leaving school you said, we were 18 you said. You told me that it was childish fun, sneaking around but really that we're incompatible. I cried, you cried, we kissed, you left.
You're marrying Weasley tommorow, but I need you to know how I feel about you. I want you to know that I love you, and always have loved you.
Please don't forget me Hermione. Do you promise to remember?
Love always Draco