Like all great love stories, ours had a start and an end. Even when you no longer have pages to read. I'll never stop loving you. To you this is just a story, for me.. you're the reason I have one.
Alright so listen. I know you don't want to hear it but I absolutely hate it here.
I help out at the hospital wing when I can, and no, I don't do it to be "helpful" I do it because it gives my house extra points.
A boy named Neville came in with a broken arm on my shift and expected me to fix it.
Yeah right, like he can't do a spell by himself.
So I got up and left.
I see how you can think I'm an ass. Because in all honesty I am one. And if I'm right you're a muggle. So I probably sound mad. You probably don't even know a place like this exists. But let me tell you a little secret.. it does.
I'm a wizard.
PLEASE DONT TURN AWAY IM BEING SERIOUS-
.. I'm guessing you're still here?
Anyways I hate everyone here. Sometimes I wish I was a muggle. Life would be so much simpler. No studying for O.W.Ls, no loosing quidditch matches. It just all simply wouldn't exist in my reality. Because that is all I would know.
I hope you will learn to believe me
And I still hope it's you I'm writing to,
But how am I supposed to know?
I haven't heard you in 2 days now.
Maybe that's the point of all this. I'm supposed to find away to communicate with you, in a way that doesn't involve magic. I do still hear the music you play, just not you're voice.
You sound sad, well the music you play seems sad.
Or maybe that's just what muggles listen to, I have no idea. I really don't know anything about you.
If I knew your name maybe I could communicate with you. I just don't see how that's possible.
It's currently raining at Hogwarts.
I love to listen to the rain, it calms me. It makes you think about our world on the wide spectrum of things. Those raindrops are so small, each one falling at the right pace, rhythm to create a sound. I like to think of myself as that raindrop. Falling, feeling like I'm going to hit the ground any second. Feeling so small compared to everything around me.
But that raindrop exists in a world that both of us live in.
So next time you see that raindrop, hear that raindrop, or feel it fall on you. Just think of me.
Draco Malfoy.
