Harry Potter / Draco & Hermione ( 008 Time)
Title: Classification
Rating: G
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Hermione Granger (to Draco Malfoy)
Author's Note: Third letter; Hermione responds. I own nothing. (Obviously)
Malfoy,
I was right upset after reading your response. At first. But you’d be surprised to find that my temper has changed. I’ve gotten better, and I’m proud of it.
I will say this: You are dreadfully wrong to attempt to classify how ‘easy’ it was for me after the war; I’ve never done this injustice to you, and I never would. I could dress up my previous sentence with paragraphs of all my trials and anguish after the war, but I won’t. There is no need to have a battle to see who was scarred more by it. It’s foolish, unnecessary, and most importantly, disrespectful to the pain we went through.
By any means, I will admit that I don’t even know what I was thinking, writing you in the first place. I should have expected exactly what you gave me: callousness. Time has hardened you, made you worst, I think. In your youth, you used to say certain things just to get a rise out of me, just to gain satisfaction from my tears or my uncontrollable anger, but I don’t think you said those things because you believed them-meant them. Now, I think you do. I suppose that’s why I couldn’t really become angry because I knew you weren’t trying to hurt me. You, yourself, are just hurt. And you believe that the world is dead. I think so too. I feel dead inside. I’m eroding away with the tick of the clock.
Please do not feel the need to respond. You can forget I exist too, if you wish. We can forget absolutely everything.
-H.G.
Rating: G
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Hermione Granger (to Draco Malfoy)
Author's Note: Third letter; Hermione responds. I own nothing. (Obviously)
Malfoy,
I was right upset after reading your response. At first. But you’d be surprised to find that my temper has changed. I’ve gotten better, and I’m proud of it.
I will say this: You are dreadfully wrong to attempt to classify how ‘easy’ it was for me after the war; I’ve never done this injustice to you, and I never would. I could dress up my previous sentence with paragraphs of all my trials and anguish after the war, but I won’t. There is no need to have a battle to see who was scarred more by it. It’s foolish, unnecessary, and most importantly, disrespectful to the pain we went through.
By any means, I will admit that I don’t even know what I was thinking, writing you in the first place. I should have expected exactly what you gave me: callousness. Time has hardened you, made you worst, I think. In your youth, you used to say certain things just to get a rise out of me, just to gain satisfaction from my tears or my uncontrollable anger, but I don’t think you said those things because you believed them-meant them. Now, I think you do. I suppose that’s why I couldn’t really become angry because I knew you weren’t trying to hurt me. You, yourself, are just hurt. And you believe that the world is dead. I think so too. I feel dead inside. I’m eroding away with the tick of the clock.
Please do not feel the need to respond. You can forget I exist too, if you wish. We can forget absolutely everything.
-H.G.