[Fanfiction: Draco/Hermione] What You Mean to Me
Title: What You Mean to Me
Rating: G
Word Count: 499
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Finally, he can tell her what she has always meant to him.
I've wanted to tell you this so many times. I never got the opportunity before to say this to you, and you never knew. I'm sorry for this now, but I know that where ever you are, you'll hear me, and you'll understand.
You always were understanding. Those idiot friends put you through so much, dragging you on all of their little adventures. But still you loved them. Even when they neglected to think of you for the Yule Ball, you still understood that to them, you were just their best friend. But I saw you. In your robes, you took my breath away. Of course, I never admitted it, as it would have been a betrayal of my house, but still. You were radiant that day. Triumphant, managing to show the whole school what I already knew - that you were the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts.
More than your beauty though, I was entranced by your passion. Most people thought that you were just a bookworm, concerned only with your studies. But I knew better than that. Yes, you cared about your work. But to you, it was a passion, something that you could escape from the world in. I know, because I escape in the same way. Books don't judge you, they don't care if you're a Pureblood or Muggleborn. Your silly campaign to free the house-elves showed how passionate you were about helping those less fortunate than yourself. But the time you really let your self go was when you fought with me. I'd deliberately think up ways to anger you, to see that passion enter your eyes. Even though you hated me, it was something. For those few stolen moments, it was just the two of us. And I'll treasure that forever.
I'll never forget the day that that passion went out of your eyes. During the final battle, when you saw Neville die at the hands of Bella, something in you snapped, and the light went out. And now that light is gone permenantly, and all I'm left with is the memory of who you were. And who you were was the most extraordinary person I've ever met.
I'm going to leave this letter on your grave. Even though Voldemort won the war (and I know that you're up there somewhere with Ron plotting revenge), and the house of Malfoy is once again victorious, I feel like I lost, because I lost you. You are truly amazing, and I know that your memory will live on, in the hearts of those you gave your life for. In my heart, because for the past seven years, you're what has made me keep going, keep fighting. And I will. I'll fight for you, Hermione. And in doing so, I hope that you'll be able to forgive me, because now that you're gone, I don't think that I'll be able to forgive myself.
But I will always love you. I hope that you know that.
Draco.
Rating: G
Word Count: 499
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Finally, he can tell her what she has always meant to him.
I've wanted to tell you this so many times. I never got the opportunity before to say this to you, and you never knew. I'm sorry for this now, but I know that where ever you are, you'll hear me, and you'll understand.
You always were understanding. Those idiot friends put you through so much, dragging you on all of their little adventures. But still you loved them. Even when they neglected to think of you for the Yule Ball, you still understood that to them, you were just their best friend. But I saw you. In your robes, you took my breath away. Of course, I never admitted it, as it would have been a betrayal of my house, but still. You were radiant that day. Triumphant, managing to show the whole school what I already knew - that you were the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts.
More than your beauty though, I was entranced by your passion. Most people thought that you were just a bookworm, concerned only with your studies. But I knew better than that. Yes, you cared about your work. But to you, it was a passion, something that you could escape from the world in. I know, because I escape in the same way. Books don't judge you, they don't care if you're a Pureblood or Muggleborn. Your silly campaign to free the house-elves showed how passionate you were about helping those less fortunate than yourself. But the time you really let your self go was when you fought with me. I'd deliberately think up ways to anger you, to see that passion enter your eyes. Even though you hated me, it was something. For those few stolen moments, it was just the two of us. And I'll treasure that forever.
I'll never forget the day that that passion went out of your eyes. During the final battle, when you saw Neville die at the hands of Bella, something in you snapped, and the light went out. And now that light is gone permenantly, and all I'm left with is the memory of who you were. And who you were was the most extraordinary person I've ever met.
I'm going to leave this letter on your grave. Even though Voldemort won the war (and I know that you're up there somewhere with Ron plotting revenge), and the house of Malfoy is once again victorious, I feel like I lost, because I lost you. You are truly amazing, and I know that your memory will live on, in the hearts of those you gave your life for. In my heart, because for the past seven years, you're what has made me keep going, keep fighting. And I will. I'll fight for you, Hermione. And in doing so, I hope that you'll be able to forgive me, because now that you're gone, I don't think that I'll be able to forgive myself.
But I will always love you. I hope that you know that.
Draco.