As Lovers Go

I was shocked when I received a letter two days ago, dropped off by an unfamiliar owl. I was shocked, but not disappointed.

I have wondered for so long about you are, and what sort of hand life dealt to you. It sounds like you're enjoying life, which is the Hermione remember. You always lived life to its fullest, and dragged me along for the ride too. Which, in retrospect, I should thank you for.

Yes, I do have a family also. I married four years ago and we have one daughter; Aisha. She'll be three on September 19th. The same birthday as yours. I always found that to be slightly ironic, for lack of a better word.

But yes, I am living well. I have a chain of hotels running throughout wizarding Britain. You should come for a stay one time; it'll be on the house, of course. We could catch up on everything that's happened since we parted ways.

I would understand if you didn't want to meet though. After all, it might seem a little inappropriate after everything that we went through.

I do still think about you though, and, yes, okay, don't laugh, I felt a little comforted reading in your letter that you think about me too. I suppose it gave me a little assurance that everything we went through wasn't in my imagination. It was real.

I know at the time our feelings certainly were very evident. I don't think I've ever met somebody quite as passionate as you; in work, friendship, and especially love. You knew the meaning of the word long before I even realised that I was feeling it.

That's what's so amazing about you. And I hope to the lords that you haven't changed; that you haven't lost that spirit which made you come alive. You always stood your ground. I wonder how Dean is coping with your stubbornness. Probably better than I did, at any rate.

I'm sorry for the moments we wasted in arguments, but the times we spent making up afterwards was always worth it. I just wish we could have appreciated what we had while it lasted, instead of dwelling on it later in life. I hope I'm not alone in thinking what might have been. It was a wonderful few years we spent together, and I often do wonder what would have become of us if we hadn't had to turn our separate ways.

Of course, I don't regret separating. You are obviously happy with your family life, and I know that I am too. The marriage has suffered some set backs over the years, with Aimee (my wife) miscarrying a couple of times. But now we have Aisha, we could never be happier.

Well, that's what we tell the neighbours anyway.

The truth be told, I don't think I'll ever be over you. I thought that maybe I had managed to move on, but receiving that letter from you the other day just reminded me of everything we once had. I don't mean to be inappropriate in what I say, as you seem, from what you've told me anyway, to be so happy with your own life. I'm sorry for bringing this up. I guess you won't want to meet now I've said all that. I know this is a letter and I could just screw it up and let it burn, and re-write a letter wholly more appropriate, but I guess on some level I want you to know how I feel. I think after everything that happened, you deserve to know I still love you.

So, reply as you wish and we could arrange a date to meet. If you would prefer not to, I completely understand, I just hope you won't be thinking less of me.

Take care, Hermione.

Love, Draco x