A/N: I planned on this being a one-shot but I'm having trouble thinking up ideas for other stories and one that keeps coming back to me is an idea for this one. So tell me if you would rather it remained a one-shot, and I'll rethink it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything really. Especially not Harry Potter. But I do have all the books.

Dear Hermione,

So you're gone. Every hope and wish of mine, ripped from under me. That's it. You're gone. And I'm too afraid to admit it, but I know it's my fault.

You know that Muggle bubble mix? It's so fragile, and the bubbles break so easily. Well I feel like I was floating in one of them.

Every look you gave me made my heart soar, made me feel like I was flying. And now you're gone.

I wish I'd told you, before now. Told you how you made me feel, how much I wanted you, needed you. But you have to understand, you had him!

I know it seemed immature of me, but there was a reason I never spoke to Fred after he got together with you. Couldn't you see that it wasn't just because you were my friend?

How long had I been in love with you without you knowing?

Remember the Yule Ball, and my jealousy? That was when I realised. And now I'm in love with someone who will never smile at me or scold me or patronise me again. Never again. Because you're gone.

I know it sounds stupid, but sometimes I feel like my heart does beat only for you. Every day seems so pointless now. And it's my own fault.

I can't believe what I did. It's too horrible to say, really.

I can't believe how it feels, that someone you love so much was miserable enough to take her own life, to end her existence with me on earth. The world hates me!

Believe me I didn't mean for it to be like this. I didn't mean for it to happen! You were only meant to stop loving him! Nobody was meant to die.

There's no potion to bring you back. Funny, there seems to be one for everything else.

Even one to make someone fall out of love.

There, I wrote it.

I slipped it in your drink, so that you wouldn't love him anymore, so that I could make you love me. I didn't mean for anybody to die. But I killed my own brother.

I KILLED MY OWN BROTHER!

And now my best friend is dead too, and the only girl I care about.

Seeing everybody walking past, seeing them all smile, it makes me cry. Everything does, these days.

But you know, even thought I've ruined countless lives with what I've done, ruined the lives of you, and Fred, and everyone who cared about you, I'm glad I've had my chance to screw up.

I mean, I'm glad to live in this tortured, dying world and know that I am part of it. And I'm glad that my end will come, and the tortured soul tied to the tortured world will be at peace.

I hope you enjoyed your end. I miss you so much, and the world is so much worse without your smile to light it up.

I'd like to join you, but now I know I must stay here forever.

I can't face up to what I've done. When the great and joyous day comes that I finally die, I will be a ghost.

I want to trap myself in the pain and horror I've created. I want my soul to suffer! I will never love again because I don't want anyone to be landed with the monster I've become.

If I could turn back time, if I could make it okay, I'd do anything to do so.

But instead, I'm going to stay, and live in misery, just as you died in misery.

It's the least I can do. I'm so sorry, Hermione.

I'm so sorry.

I love you but I'm glad you have someone better. I wouldn't wish myself on someone as great as you.

With desperate unrequited love,

Ron.