Dearest Hermione Granger,
You probably don't remember me but my name is Blaise Zabini. I am writing this letter to you to tell you about a friend of mine. He died about 60 years ago. His story is a sad one but I was happy to be a part of it.
He was 16 when he truly met her. He had known her since he was 11 but he had never truly met her before that. They talked for hours and soon they became fast friends. They had their own 'Special Spot'. I was to come into the picture soon after.
My friend asked me to buy him a doll with blond or honey colored hair and blue or brown eyes. It was an odd request but I did it anyways because he was my friend. You know how it is. You would have done the same for Harry and Ron. I bought him the doll and he asked me to buy him another. And another. And another. I knew all of the dolls I gave him were going to someone special. He never gave girls gifts. Yet, this girl was different. With each doll my curiosity grew. Who was this girl that stole his heart? Who was this woman my friend loved?
This arrangement lasted through the school year and into the next summer. Yet, I noticed that my friend flirted constantly with various girls. I had never seen him so nervous. It was like he was constantly tripping over his own words and feet. I knew his mystery woman was jealous.
The day he died I gave him a bigger doll than the others I had bought. I knew he was going to met his lady love there so I waited in the shadows. Then she came. He handed her the doll but she threw it away into the street. I could see his heart break. He walked in to the street and bent down to pick it up. We all heard the horns of a truck as it rolled toward him. He looked up for an instant and I saw in his eyes that he felt he had nothing to live for. He didn't move when he heard the horn again. The woman screamed when he was hit. As he came clear of the truck., she ran to his side.
I knew he was dead before she reached him. She knelt down and I watched as she kissed his lips and face franticly. She screamed that she loved him and that she was sorry. The woman sobbed into his rapidly cooling chest. I stayed there in the shadows, frozen. I stared as the girl went mad from despair.
I've lived with the sight of my best friend's death and his lady love going mad before my eyes for 60 years.
He loved you Hermione. He loved you with all his heart and soul. If I could do anything over, it would be to give you two the chance at the life you deserved. I wish it had been me who had died. I wish you had been able to live with Draco. He was shattered but he still loved you. He loved you.
Don't blame yourself Hermione. Draco wouldn't want you to.
Draco Malfoy always loved you.
Love,
Blaise Zabini