December 29th, 2000
Dear my lovely Draco,
I never really knew what love was. But with each letter I received from you, I slowly found out.
I love you, Draco.
I love your flaws, imperfections, secrets, perfections, loves, desires. I love the messy, weird, and slightly crazy Draco.
Though your words, I felt that you had a question. Wether it was intentional or not, I know what you are thinking. I know what you feel. My empathy had gotten the best of me and felt the exact things that are going through your head.
I will marry you. I will love you.
It's it in writing now. No erasing. No ink smudges. Through letters, I have fallen hopelessly in love with you. I have no regrets, and I'm sure you don't either.
I love you so, so, so much.
Love,
Astoria
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Love, Astoria
Fanfiction"Dearest Draco, The way the words from into strange yet lively sentences continues to infatuate me. You no longer speak of dirty slurs, you now speak of a love, and are now a man of change." ••• In the aftermath of the war, Draco Malfoy stumbled acr...
