I'm telling you this because I think you ought to know, Hermione started off her letter, not quite knowing where to begin, Draco-Malfoy, that is, not to be confused with any other-Cue laughter. Maybe? Hermione sighed and rubbed her temple, the quill in front of her stopped writing. –We're engaged. Which means to say, we're in love. And I want you to be happy for me. You and Harry, I want you to be happy for me. I love you, Ron, but I love you as a friend. Nothing more. Not anymore. I hope you can understand this. I want you to be happy for us, I want nothing more than for us all to meet together and get on. For you to accept him; accept my decision. Please.

I love her. Voice change. The ink had turned a different colour for the last three words. Draco walked into the threshold of the kitchen, leaning his back against the back of the door; he shared a look with Hermione.
He looked back at the quill, which had turned its attention onto the new speaker, I promise, I will look after her. No matter what you and Po-Draco stumbled on his name-Harry think, Draco paused and gazed over at Hermione, who was biting her lip, staring at the parchment, I promise I will. I'm not the boy I once was, and with help with this fabulous, amazing, perfect woman, I have been able to break all the hatred in my heart and realise the world is not a conspiracy. Nothing's perfect, except for her.
Draco walked over to Hermione and placed his hands on the chair behind her, leaning over to nuzzle his face into her neck, sending shivers running through her spine.
We've had fun times, Hermione started again, not allowing herself to give into Draco, but when he proposed, it was the best moment of my life. Everything happens so much…Hermione paused briefly, that doesn't make sense, but it does.
Draco laughed in the background, the quill made a note.
Everything happens so much, but this one thing made the world stop. I know, I know I shouldn't really be telling you all of this, but I just need you to understand. To be happy for me. I've always loved you Ron, and I'll always carry on loving you. Love is being a part of someone else, and someone else being a part of you. Love is seeing past somebody's flaws and still wanting them. I hope you can understand that and learn to love Draco in your own way.
Hermione took the quill and signed the parchment, before placing it into an envelope and writing Ron's address on. She stuck on a stamp and sent Draco to he postbox. There were still some things which muggles could do without the use of magic, and Malfoy still had a lot to learn.