From: Draco

To Potter, and only Potter:

I know that I can be annoying...

I know that I am... Most of the time.

And I do notice when I'm acting like an idiot

I do notice when I say stupidities

But I just don't know what else I can say

And if I stay quiet, I look like a weirdo

But when I say something... I just get you to hate me more

And that's the worst thing that could happen to me in this whole fucking world.

I just can't stand the fact that, when you see me, your smile goes off of your face

I can't keep on seeing you everyday through the corridors and not being able to talk to you because of a stupid reputation I've got to maintain

I can't continue faking smiles and doing sarcastic comments like a stupid rich hollow boy

And it kills me the fact that I'm suffering too much fighting a battle that no one will ever hear about.

Because as much as I wish you were the only reason I cannot sleep in the nights,

You're not.

Because I cannot decide between living my life or doing what I must.

So maybe the answer is... none.

And this is why I'm writing you this messy, stupid letter

To say those things I never said before

But wish I had so much time ago

And even though we barely know each other

I feel like you're the only one I could trust with this last letter of mine

Hoping, also, that you will no longer hate me

And help me solve this one last question that I have

Cause as the time passed

This was still on my mind:

¿What would have happened if you had just holded my fucking hand?