Hello! No, I'm not dead or leaving. I kinda, took a break. Sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy this story, perhaps leave me some reviews!
Dear Loony Lovegood,
Merry Christmas, well, it's not going to be that merry for you, is it? Santa's sleigh is empty where you're concerned (is that who the muggle think brings presents to the whole world? I make no effort to remember the beliefs of scum). Then again you wouldn't have any idea what I'm talking about would you? Welcome to the world of confusion you put us all in when you open your mouth! I'm sorry for sounding bitter. Actually, no, I'm not. You would sigh at that, then go rambling off about nonsense that is somehow supposed to make me realize the "error of my ways".
Well congratulations! You've done it! You've torn down all the walls I put up since her, but you wouldn't know anything about that, good thing you're not getting this letter. When I started talking and flirting with you I had no intentions of "crossing the line" as those worthless muggles would say. I was playing a game, under the name of "being evil" or "heartless". It was a bet. Blaise bet 50 galleons that I couldn't stand dating you for a month. I won, as you can see. But it's a real shame feelings had to worm their way into it, you've grown on me Luna. But it's a bunch of lies, and that's what it'll remain. You were too delusional, thinking that the jar was always half full. You'll realize that there never was anything in it in the first place. It was empty, E-M-P-T-Y, empty.
Something's happening tomorrow, something that could and will confirm everything your friend the Weasley girl says about me. She's the only one you trust enough to not say "I told you so", too bad she's never going to have the opportunity to tell you, or rather, you're never going to get to hear. When you said that I should come to your house for Christmas, I neglected to inform you that it's going to be the other way round, as any normal person would. But since when have we been anything but normal?
This Christmas you're going to shatter, Luna Lovegood, shatter like a glass flower. And I'm not going to do anything about it. You're going to screech like a broken doorbell, and it's going to be "curtains" (thanks to you I'm using muggle expressions now) for you and I'm just going to stay put and watch.
Merry Christmas! (I'll send some tear-soaked flowers to your funeral after the death eaters finish with you)
Hatefully in love,
Draco Abraxas Malfoy