Eighth Letter
June 1st 1998, Grimmauld Place
Dear Draco,
I finally received a letter from my parents. I've been so anxious to know what they had to say about me wanting to stay with Harry. Of course they are sad that I won't be living with them anymore, but more than that they are proud of me and believe that I am old enough to live on my own. Besides they trust Harry and they know that neither them nor the Weasley-family will be too far away. So now I am officially moving out of my parents' home and into my own. I won't be alone, of course, but I'll still be without my parents. I wonder if you ever thought of moving away from your parents.
Well, your birthday is getting closer but the healers aren't any closer to finding an antidote for you. I think they are beginning to lose hope. Of course they aren't able to spend all of their time on you, they have other patients as well, but you have only been in the coma for a month, they shouldn't already give up. I have thought about perhaps helping them. I'm not a healer and I don't know a lot about healing magic, but what they are trying to solve is a riddle and I'm usually pretty good at that. Perhaps I should offer my help. Maybe I can be of some help. It's not like I'm doing anything right now, I'm just waiting for you to wake up and school to start. Yeah, I think I'll help them. One way or another.
Merlin, I hope you'll wake up soon. I saw you mother yesterday. It was the first time in a long time that I had seen her at the Hospital. We passed each other as she went out and I went in. she was clutching something to her chest and her eyes were red. I think she had been crying possibly over the thing she was holding on to. I don't know what it was. Well, of course I didn't say anything to her. What could I say? Dear Mrs. Malfoy I know you don't like me, but I'm in love with your son so will you let me console you? I don't think so. So I let her go and went to visit you. The healers have grown quite accustomed to me. Whenever they see me they greet me and give me the news about you. Some of them always eye me like I'm insane. They have probably heard about our, erm, differences and wonder what I'm doing visiting you all the time. But I'm not going to tell them. All I've said is that I've laid our differences aside and that I'm genuinely concerned about you. When I mention my concern for you it seems like they put in a little extra effort into finding the antidote. I guess being a war hero pays off.
I have already told you that you are now also considered somewhat of a hero. Not like Ron, Harry and me but when Harry told everyone about you heroically defended us, they proclaimed you a war hero. But I've already considered you a hero before that. Harry told me about the night you were supposed to murder Dumbledore. He told me about how you couldn't complete your mission, that you couldn't kill him. But just imagine how different that year would have been if we were friends. First of all you probably wouldn't even me given the mission in the first place. Your life would have been so much easier. It was also during this year that began developing feelings for you. I imagine how when Ron got together with Lavender you would have been there to comfort me and make me feel better. Then I would have told you about me feelings and hopefully you would tell me the same thing back. You would put your arms around me and hold me close to you in a loving embrace. After holding me close you would slowly bend your head down and let your lips brush over mine. You would pull away and look me deep in the eyes, looking for reassurance. I would smile at you, put my arms around your neck and kiss you with more intensity. Merlin in the sky, I can't believe I just told you that. You must surely think that I'm a foolish little girl that spends all her time dreaming and fantasising about things that never happened and probably never will.
Harry is still pressuring me to tell Ron about how I feel about you. I haven't given in just yet. It's not that I don't to share my personal life with Ron or anything. I'm just not sure if he would be able to handle the truth. He is really good ad holding grudges against people. And we've just gotten over the whole awkward state. I don't want to spoil it. Perhaps I should tell Ginny and ask her what she thinks. She knows her brother better than I do, even though I consider him a brother as well. Perhaps she will be able to know if he is capable of handling the shock. Somehow I don't doubt that Ginny will be okay with it. Lately she has been bugging me to get a boyfriend. She will be pleased to know that I'm not hollow inside, that I'm actually capable of falling in love. I'm sure she'll be all right with this. She'll probably even be supportive and happy. Don't be surprised if she starts visiting you as well.
Okay, then this is settled. Right after I've gone to visit you I'll go to see Ginny. Or perhaps I'll just invite her over. She'll be happy to come by. I don't know if you know that Harry and Ginny are a couple? Well, they are so I think I'll just invite her over. But now I'm going to finish this letter, and go by the Hospital to drop it off. I can't wait to see you and hear if the healers have come up with something new.
Your
Hermione
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