Summary: Draco writes a letter to Hermione.
Dear Hermione,
How bittersweet that name is. Do you remember how we met? No. You must've forgotten. Funny, how you always forget. Someone as smart and beautiful as you, to be absent-minded. It was raining. Diagon Alley was crowded with witches and wizards alike. You were there, reading a book, whatever book it was it did not matter. You had walked into me. And I saw you.
No I did not see you. I saw your eyes. How tantalizing those honey brown eyes were. If anything I was foolish at that moment. I have never felt the warmth of how you stared at me with those eyes, and apologized. It was new to me. I never liked new. I hated it in fact. You left as fast as you had apologized.
I hated you soon after. I hated you because you were smart. I hated you because you befriended my nemesis. I hated you because you were everything I wasn't. I hated those warm eyes most of all. Do not get me wrong. I still hate you. I hate the fact that you are blind. Blind to see me anymore.
I was flying one day, on the quidditch pitch. It was foggy that December day. And then I saw you alone studying. Whether it was the noise in the library, or some other odd reason, I thank Merlin for it.
You did not run when I approached you. You did not frown nor did you smile. I had called you that name you hated most in the world. You cried a single tear, and I swept it away with my finger. Whether it was some spell of some sort, I cupped your face and kissed you. I did not know what I was doing, and neither did you for that matter. But did we have to know what we did in order to be happy? No, it did not matter.
That single moment had opened my eyes. It destroyed my long for love.
We met in secret everyday. We put masks on during the day, and removed them during the night. I told you everything and you listened. I loved you with my entire heart.
But we all know that every story doesn't finish with a happy ending. You hesitated about everyone knowing about us. I understood. You wanted to keep your place. You did not want anyone to hate you, but who would? I would've protected you. No, it was something else. You wanted to keep your friends.
No matter what I did, or said, your friends still accused me as someone else. I knew I lost you the moment I found you.
Soon after you rambled on about how it was impossible for us to be together. A Malfoy does not cry. Because of you I am no longer one.
Because of your forgetfulness, it does not matter to me whether you have forgotten me. Because I will never forget you.
Malfoy
Dear Hermione,
How bittersweet that name is. Do you remember how we met? No. You must've forgotten. Funny, how you always forget. Someone as smart and beautiful as you, to be absent-minded. It was raining. Diagon Alley was crowded with witches and wizards alike. You were there, reading a book, whatever book it was it did not matter. You had walked into me. And I saw you.
No I did not see you. I saw your eyes. How tantalizing those honey brown eyes were. If anything I was foolish at that moment. I have never felt the warmth of how you stared at me with those eyes, and apologized. It was new to me. I never liked new. I hated it in fact. You left as fast as you had apologized.
I hated you soon after. I hated you because you were smart. I hated you because you befriended my nemesis. I hated you because you were everything I wasn't. I hated those warm eyes most of all. Do not get me wrong. I still hate you. I hate the fact that you are blind. Blind to see me anymore.
I was flying one day, on the quidditch pitch. It was foggy that December day. And then I saw you alone studying. Whether it was the noise in the library, or some other odd reason, I thank Merlin for it.
You did not run when I approached you. You did not frown nor did you smile. I had called you that name you hated most in the world. You cried a single tear, and I swept it away with my finger. Whether it was some spell of some sort, I cupped your face and kissed you. I did not know what I was doing, and neither did you for that matter. But did we have to know what we did in order to be happy? No, it did not matter.
That single moment had opened my eyes. It destroyed my long for love.
We met in secret everyday. We put masks on during the day, and removed them during the night. I told you everything and you listened. I loved you with my entire heart.
But we all know that every story doesn't finish with a happy ending. You hesitated about everyone knowing about us. I understood. You wanted to keep your place. You did not want anyone to hate you, but who would? I would've protected you. No, it was something else. You wanted to keep your friends.
No matter what I did, or said, your friends still accused me as someone else. I knew I lost you the moment I found you.
Soon after you rambled on about how it was impossible for us to be together. A Malfoy does not cry. Because of you I am no longer one.
Because of your forgetfulness, it does not matter to me whether you have forgotten me. Because I will never forget you.
Malfoy