Letter Number 1
June 30th 1998, Malfoy Manor
Hermione,
My mother asked me to write you this letter. She said it was the right thing to do. Of course she is right. I know that. But I haven't exactly been known to do the right thing, which you very well know. It has only happened three times; when I didn't kill Dumbledore, when I didn't rat on you and your little friends here at the manor and lastly when I saved your lives. You owe me Granger. You owe me big time.
Now that that's said I really don't know what else I can say. What else I want to say. Um, thank you for your letters. My mom gave them to me and told me to read them. I appreciate the time and effort you put in to them. I was glad to know what happened to me and how I was cured.
As for your alleged feelings for me. Granger, really, I think I have to side with Potter (never thought I would say that) you really are naïve. You think I've changed because of three little things I've done right in my life. That isn't a change, Granger. They were accidents. Momentarily weaknesses. Nothing more. Here're my thoughts: you have some silly, romantic idea that somehow the bad you know I am was just a cover and that you can get me to shed that cover. But really Granger, knock the ideas out of your pretty, little head. It's not that simple.
But perhaps you were right. I could see us being friends, if Potter hadn't been so pigheaded. I refuse to believe that my father is the problem. No matter what my mother has told you of my relationship with him she doesn't know anything. And that's all I have to say about that matter.
Granger really, we aren't friends and we never have been. Not even close to friends. I appreciate everything you have done for me over the last month and a half, but I don't think we'll ever be friends. Not even with my mother telling me how wonderful you are. To me you are still annoying know it all Granger, and there's simply too much bad blood between us to conquer that. So do yourself a favour and forget about those silly little girl feelings you think you have for me and get together with Weasley. I have a feeling that that's what he really wants. I have a feeling that you are meant to have little redheaded children with that snotty boy. So forget what you think you know about me and stick to your own sort of people. I can't ever be one of them. Even if I wanted to it's simply not possible. The history is between us and history can't be erased.
There really is no need for me to continue this letter after telling you that. But I still feel that I owe you something somehow. After all you did help with the antidote and all. There is actually something you would like to know. Not that I care about what you would like or not, but still. When I was in that coma I wasn't totally shut off from the world around me. I had little glimpses of what was happening and I could always feel when someone touched me somewhere. Sometimes I could even hear talking. What I really want to say is that I'm grateful for all the time you spend by my side while I was gone. Even though I don't really like you that much it was nice not being alone. It was nice to have someone there with me. It was even nice to see you when I woke up. I wanted to tell you that when I saw you then, but you ran before I could say anything. That sound you said I made. That wasn't a snarl. It was me trying to speak, trying to thank you. But I hadn't spoken for more than a month and no words came to me only sounds. So that's what you heard. I guess I'll just have to thank you with this letter. Thank you.
Wow that was the first time I've ever thanked you for anything. Don't expect it to happen again anytime soon.
Well, as I said: forget me and go with Weasley. Be happy. You deserve that much.
Draco
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