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Title: Letters to the Grave
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Letters
Word Count: 626
Summary: They have finally come across the letters she has been writing.
Warnings: Insane!Hermione and Dead!Draco described.
Notes: Combination poem and letter fic.
I will always love you, no matter what you do.
I will always be here, to help and comfort you.
This is my letter from me to you.
Dear Draco,
I am well. All have given up hope for your return but I am solidly strong in the belief that you will come back to what you have left; that you will come back to me. How can I stay this way forever? My friends ask me to stop writing these letters because they all end up on the same place, the ground. I don't care. I will always write to you, my love, it helps me control my constant need of you next to me.
Sincerely Yours,
Hermione.
I think of you, it makes me feel sad.
Thinking of the bond and love that we had.
And now I can't have it; it makes me feel mad.
Doctor Stevenson,
They have finally come across the letters she has been writing. I told them we needed evidence and it is clearly shown. I believe it should be time to take her into our hands and let her write her letters, they keep her sane, at least she thinks that.
Doctor Jamell
I always wish that you were here,
To pull me close, to hold me near.
But now, the opposite, is my greatest fear.
Dearest Draco,
Oh dear, I have to tell you that my address is different. My friends worry now because my letters are becoming more frequent. I don't know why they worry; I am perfectly safe where they have put me. The room is so drab, Draco. It's pure white, not blue and green like my old room--like our room. I miss our room. I miss lying next to you in our bed and wrapping my arms around you and falling asleep next to you in our bed, in our room, in our house. I miss you.
Love,
Hermione.
I miss our life, I miss our fun.
I miss you more than everyone.
I just wish this nightmare was done.
Our Friend Hermione,
Please, let this go. I've got all of your letters, Hermione! Do you even know where these are ending up? At the graveyard! Draco is dead, Hermione. Dead and gone. I killed him. Accept it, Hermione. Accept it and you can go back to your blue and green room. You can go back to your bed, in your room, in your house.
Worried,
Ron and Harry.
They really don't understand me.
I write because I miss you terribly.
If they were in love, they would see.
Ron and Harry,
He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead!!! Leave me alone. Don't talk to me about anything! It's not my bed or my room or my house or my life! It's Draco's and mine. It's ours together.
Hermione.
They're only envious, obviously.
Of the relationship between you and me.
I hope that someday that they will agree.
Lovely Draco,
They have taken all but this sheet of parchment and my quill. So, I send this to you in the hopes of a return. They are cruel in the ways that they treat our love. Maybe it is just us. So one day I hope to see you again. Goodbye, my love.
Depressingly,
Hermione.
They all say, "Look at what we gave!
We tried to help, we tried to save!
Yet you're still writing those letters to the grave."
Dear Harry and Ron,
I am sorry to tell you that your friend, Hermione Granger, who was taken underneath our watch, has commited suicide. I, again, am sorry for your loss.
Doctor Stevenson.
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Letters
Word Count: 626
Summary: They have finally come across the letters she has been writing.
Warnings: Insane!Hermione and Dead!Draco described.
Notes: Combination poem and letter fic.
I will always love you, no matter what you do.
I will always be here, to help and comfort you.
This is my letter from me to you.
Dear Draco,
I am well. All have given up hope for your return but I am solidly strong in the belief that you will come back to what you have left; that you will come back to me. How can I stay this way forever? My friends ask me to stop writing these letters because they all end up on the same place, the ground. I don't care. I will always write to you, my love, it helps me control my constant need of you next to me.
Sincerely Yours,
Hermione.
I think of you, it makes me feel sad.
Thinking of the bond and love that we had.
And now I can't have it; it makes me feel mad.
Doctor Stevenson,
They have finally come across the letters she has been writing. I told them we needed evidence and it is clearly shown. I believe it should be time to take her into our hands and let her write her letters, they keep her sane, at least she thinks that.
Doctor Jamell
I always wish that you were here,
To pull me close, to hold me near.
But now, the opposite, is my greatest fear.
Dearest Draco,
Oh dear, I have to tell you that my address is different. My friends worry now because my letters are becoming more frequent. I don't know why they worry; I am perfectly safe where they have put me. The room is so drab, Draco. It's pure white, not blue and green like my old room--like our room. I miss our room. I miss lying next to you in our bed and wrapping my arms around you and falling asleep next to you in our bed, in our room, in our house. I miss you.
Love,
Hermione.
I miss our life, I miss our fun.
I miss you more than everyone.
I just wish this nightmare was done.
Our Friend Hermione,
Please, let this go. I've got all of your letters, Hermione! Do you even know where these are ending up? At the graveyard! Draco is dead, Hermione. Dead and gone. I killed him. Accept it, Hermione. Accept it and you can go back to your blue and green room. You can go back to your bed, in your room, in your house.
Worried,
Ron and Harry.
They really don't understand me.
I write because I miss you terribly.
If they were in love, they would see.
Ron and Harry,
He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead!!! Leave me alone. Don't talk to me about anything! It's not my bed or my room or my house or my life! It's Draco's and mine. It's ours together.
Hermione.
They're only envious, obviously.
Of the relationship between you and me.
I hope that someday that they will agree.
Lovely Draco,
They have taken all but this sheet of parchment and my quill. So, I send this to you in the hopes of a return. They are cruel in the ways that they treat our love. Maybe it is just us. So one day I hope to see you again. Goodbye, my love.
Depressingly,
Hermione.
They all say, "Look at what we gave!
We tried to help, we tried to save!
Yet you're still writing those letters to the grave."
Dear Harry and Ron,
I am sorry to tell you that your friend, Hermione Granger, who was taken underneath our watch, has commited suicide. I, again, am sorry for your loss.
Doctor Stevenson.