You came into my life,
And filled my heart where it was empty.
Without me even knowing.
You came in late on that first day of Potions class,
And asked if you could sit next to me.
I said sure, and inside,
I was excited that I met someone already.
From then on, we became friends.
All was well, we looked after each other,
I was happy to have you to talk to.
Days and weeks and months went on, and,
Just when things couldn’t get better,
They didn’t, cause I became friends with your enemy.
So then you hated me.
You stopped talking to me, and started calling me a ‘mudblood’.
You don’t know how much that hurt.
You picked on me, and my new friends,
I was dying inside, and you just didn’t care.
This went on all year.
Then one night I lied in bed,
And looked out onto the moon.
I shed a tear,
One by one, until a river came.
I sat up in bed and tried,
To dry my tear stained face.
But to no avail,
The tears, they just kept coming.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I had to talk to you.
I got up, out of my bed, and walked over to my window,
And just my luck, you were sitting
In the middle of the Quidditch Pitch.
So I owl’d you.
I asked why you were so mad at me,
Was it because I made a new friend?
I really had to know.
When I was done,
I went to the owlery to send my letter to you.
Now a week has passed,
and I’m still waiting for a reply.
Please tell me what’s wrong,
Cause I really do care about you.
This is for you, Draco.
From me, your Hermione.

I can’t tell her how I feel.
No, we could never be.
When I pass her in the halls,
I can see it in her eyes,
The pain she feels.
No one must ever know.
I’m up in bed, I’m all alone.
Then I heard a sound.
Outside the night air’s chilly,
Still her letters never cease.
I’ll write to her just one last time,
Before I go to sleep.
But I won’t tell her that I love her,
I mustn’t tell the truth.
Nor will I tell her I miss her,
Though these are all just lies.
Lies, I have to tell myself to stay alive.
I’ll tell her that I’m sorry
For all the pain I caused her.
I’ll tell her that I never meant to hurt her.
All the things I said were lies.
And if she really loves me,
She will understand why.
Why this must be the final time,
as we must say good-bye.

I’m finished. Its done.
I’ll send it off, then go to bed,
And as I close my eyes,
I’ll dream of her this one last time.
And let her know it’s not good-bye.