Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and it all belongs to JK Rowling.

Dear Hermione,

Hermione,

My Hermione,

There are so many ways I could pen your name, but not enough time. Can you still remember the time you fell out of the stands when you were cheering for Potter? I didn't care for the snitch, not when I had to save you. The first time we actually noticed each other, and the first time I had shown weak emotion.

"Never show emotion." That was the number one rule in the Malfoy's Rulebook. And I broke it, why, for you.

No one could understand this feeling I kept for just you. Blaise was puzzled and disgusted at my infatuation with you. Even he was harboring love for that Weasley girl. She stands no chance compared to you.

I remember that time when I wrote those love notes. I hid behind the bookshelves hoping you'd notice who wrote it.

Except you were with Weasley at that time, and the girl I loved, was with him. My chest was heavy when I realized. I had tried convincing myself that was a lie but I failed. I do love you.

And I knew that you'd never be mine, to keep and love for myself.

When you'd left, clutching the note in your hand and clasping Weasley's hand, a thought occurred to me that cheered me up.

Someday, I thought, you'll realize I'm the one for you.

I was the one there when Weasley dumped you. Or in my way, he cheated on you with that easy lay Parkinson.

You didn't see me when I sat in the shadows, watching you try to hold your head up high and reject that loser. No one but I could see you wanted so badly to cry.

A smile lit my face when I saw you slap him right across the cheek. Disappearing as quickly as the smile came when I saw Weasley hit you down on the floor and leave. Who was there to see to you? Me. I comforted you. Oddly, you hugged on to me and sobbed through the night. In the morning when I awoke, you were gone. A shadow loomed over me.

Who else but Parkinson.

"Go away Parkinson." I whispered coldly, standing up and walking away. Walking steadily away from her, she cried something that made my step falter.

"She doesn't love you!" Her voice echoed in the hallway.

"Face it Draco," She said in a harsh whisper, "Hermione Granger will never love you." With that she walked away a smirk and tears on her smug face.

At that moment I felt like dying.

For days after I sent bunches of roses to you. It cost tons of Galleons, but it was all worth it, those smiles on your face.

Remember that special one rose I sent you. It's called a Ceaseless Rose. When that rose wilts, is when I will stop loving you.

I watched you carry it around everyday. It never wilted nor shed a petal.

Finally gathering up my courage and sending you a note to meet me at the Astronomy Tower you came.

And I asked you whether you liked your gifts. You sneered at me and asked me to leave. First would to my heart.

Then I asked you whether you knew who your admirer was. You shook your head and asked how I knew. I told you then.

Instead of shock on your face, you laughed cruelly and dropped the rose you were fingering.

"I don't despise you," I told you, "I think I love you."

Your whole expression changed then.

"I want to feel loved again," you whispered, eyes glazing over. "I'd like to…"

"Then tell me," I said, "Could you ever come to love me…"

Waiting with hopes held so high.

I waited, watching the girl I loved change expression. I knew you weren't going to say what I wanted to hear…and I knew it… Everything I did was for nothing, my feelings wasted on a girl who would never loveme back.

And then suddenly, without prior notice, you leaned in and kissed me. It was soft and gentle, everything I wanted, I could feel sadness and regret, but most of all I could feel your love.

That moment, I knew I didn't need anything.

Not my House.

Not my family.

Just you, Hermione

Just you.