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A/N - Written as my audition for the Hunger Games Competition on the HPFC. Inspired by the song Dear Darlin' by Olly Murs.

Dear Darlin'

Please excuse my writing, I cant stop my hands from shaking. This is the hardest letter I've ever had to write. I cannot even begin to explain what you mean to me, everything, the world, the universe even, nothing can even come close. I love you, like i need air to breathe, like i need water to live, like i need...i don't need anything more than i need you.

It feels like I haven't seen you in forever, and yes, i know i saw you three days ago, but i haven't been able to breathe properly since you walked out of that classroom with tears falling from your beautiful eyes. I know im to blame for those tears. I know that this letter is pointless, that it will probably make you shed more of those tears, before you shred this letter into tiny pieces.

I don't blame you if you do that. This parchment is worth less than a single drop of water in the ocean, and the words are even less important than that. They mean nothing, because they are not true, at least, the ones I'm about to write aren't true, and yet, i must write them, if only to keep you safe.

We cannot carry on seeing each other. You aren't right for me. I don't love you. I feel nothing for you. Don't contact me again.

Now we have the worthless part done, perhaps i can tell you a few truths before i sign off.

Its not safe for you to be near me.

You are the most perfect, beautiful, incredible girl i have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and if i ever have the opportunity, i will worship the ground you walk on.

I love you more than words can say.

If you ever need anything, anything at all, i will find a way to make you happy. I promise.

I hope, I pray, that one day, we can be together like we are destined to be, happy, married with children, spending everyday of forever in each others arms. That is my only wish.

Until that day, I leave you this letter, in the hopes that you will wait for me. I leave you my word, that if at all possible, i will come to you when the war is over and ask for your hand in marriage, and give you the ring I've carried in my pocket for the past month.

Until that day, remember I Love You With All I Am.

Goodbye my princess.


Hermione felt the tears well in her eyes as she reread the letter for the hundredth time. The parchment was flat, worn on the edges, but the words still as perfect as the first time she read them.

She looked at the ring on her finger and smiled as she picked up the next letter in her memory box.

Marry Me?

The wedding had been quiet, close friends and family the only guests, not what one would expect of a Malfoy, but what suited the couple perfectly. Draco's smile lit up his face as his radiant bride walked down the aisle on the arm of Harry Potter. As he handed over the blushing bride, the look in his eyes was well read and understood by Draco.

Hurt my sister, I'll kill you painfully.

The answering look was even easier to understand.

If I hurt her, I'll let you.