Dear Draco

Dear Draco,

I guess you're going to be rather surprised that I of all people am sending you a letter. To be honest, I am quite surprised myself, but I've got to let you know that you have been on my mind quite a lot recently.

Now that I haven't seen you for nearly three months, I can't help wondering, how you are and what you are doing.

First, I was quite busy with all the wakes I had to attend and I didn't have any time for thinking. But when things turned more quiet around me, I started thinking about my years at Hogwarts and I became aware of the role you have played in my life all these years.

I do not remember any other person who had so much influence on my emotional state. You could drive me mad with nothing but a sneer on your face. I was never better at Quiddich or at subjects than when I was competing with you.

I always thought I hated you, but now that you're gone I'm beginning to realize that something is missing in my life.

I remember the day I refused your hand and I wonder how our lives would have turned out if I had accepted it. Would we be best friends now, or even...?

There are so many pictures of you in my head, they could fill entire books. You in the robe shop, you in the train, holding out your hand, you at Quidich, you in class, you at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, you crying in the bathroom and me, idiot that I was, attacking you with the curse from Snape's book, you failing to kill Dumbledore, you not giving me away to your father and Bellatrix, you sitting on a broom behind me after I rescued you from the flames and finally you at Snape's funeral, looking sad but defiant.

Now that you're gone, all these memories suddenly seem strangely sweet to me. Because then you were still in my life, and now you aren't.

There was a time when I thought my life would be so much better without you, but now that you're gone, I can't stop trying to think of a way to bring you back into my life.

Sometimes, at night, when I am alone in my bed, I imagine how it would be if you were there with me, how it would feel to touch your beautiful blond hair, to press my lips on yours, to caress your perfect body...

And I'm sick of only imagining this!

I know that writing this letter was probably a big mistake. It's very likely you haven't even read it up to the end, or you are laughing madly by now.

But I had to try, I simply had to try!

If you feel in a similar way about me and also miss me a bit, please let me know!
If not, try to forget this letter was ever written.

Yours truly
Harry Potter