I fucking hate you, Draco Malfoy. Did you even know?
Everybody thought we were the perfect couple…I hear them still "Oh, isn't it so romantic?" or better yet, "I always knew they'd end up together. The good girl and the bad guy…" If only they knew. But then they'd pity me and I don't want that. Never that.
Do you think I can't smell him on you when you come back from "work"? Or is that what you want, me to smell him on you and then confront you about it so it could all be over? Fucking coward.
What does he have that I don't? Would I have to grow balls and a dick and lose my breasts for you to notice me? Or is it the green eyes and the scar that I'm missing?
Do you know why I decided now, of all times, to pack up my bags and get the hell out of here? It was actually an overheard discussion in between Professor Snape and Minerva on one of my visits to Hogwarts that broke me out of my haze. He was teasing her about Gryffindors and he said that most people mistake pride for nobility. Pride. I want my pride back. I'm tired of you destroying it over and over. Before, it was those pitying looks from your secretary, because she knew what kind of ladies you entertained. And then the smug ones from the waitresses at your favourite restaurant. I hated going there but I went anyways to remind myself of what a bastard you were and still are. Now it's the way HE looks at me…with a mixture of jealousy, confusion and pity.
Why the hell did you stay with me? Is this some way of punishing me for I don't-know-what I did to you when we were still at school?
I haven't smelled any feminine perfume on you for ages so I assume you've decided to only fuck him now. Or is it make love?
I doubt that you'll feel guilty reading this but Harry probably will. Yeah, I sent him a copy of this too so that he knows the whole truth (if he doesn't already). I won't let you invent one of your lies and get off that easy. But the worst its that I'm pretty sure you'll both feel relieved after reading this, knowing that it's over and that hurts. Thought at least he'd have the decency to hide it.
Now, I've been practicing castrating spells ever since that first smell of lavender and trace of pink lipstick on your neck so I think I have them down pat by now. And I will use them on you or Harry if you ever come near me again. I don't want to fucking see you ever again because you both make me sick.
I wish you both all the fucking happiness in the world,
Hermione Granger