𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘

I'd never felt more alone, i woke to complete silence and it was haunting.

It was like the worst few years of my life had come back to haunt me, as-if i was re-living it all over again.

No Draco, No Harry, No Ron and Hermione- i was just waiting for Blaise to appear to make it truly like old times.

It used to hurt- the feeling of being alone all the time but this time round it was extra painful because this time i'd lost more.

This time it was darker and colder.

All the laughter, all the love and all the happiness had gone.

I no longer had anyone to walk to class with, no one to gossip or to have a laugh with- it was just me, alone.

Each day, after classes were finished with-I had no other choice but to go straight to my room because i had nobody to hang around with.

I miss hanging around with Harry and the others, I miss Harry's kindness, I missed Ron's jokes and hell- I even missed Hermione lecturing me about homework.

But mostly I missed him..I couldn't help but miss Draco.

I also couldn't help but feel sorry for myself as i made my way into the common room, i knew i'd hurt people but i felt as though they hurt me more.

I opened the door into my room, letting out a deep sigh as the loneliness hit me once again.

I sat down at my desk, getting ready to do my Defence Of The Dark Arts homework but with Draco and Harry stuck in my head, I felt as though I had better things to do.

After everything, I felt like I needed a fresh start, new people and a new setting.

I wanted to leave Hogwarts and just get away from all of this.

I decided that after this year was over, It'd be my last and I wouldn't return the following year.

But I knew I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

I needed to write a letter to each of them.

Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione.

I grabbed some parchment and my ink filled quill, i took a deep breath before starting writing.

Dear Draco,

I have never been so good at expressing my feelings...

After i sat my quill back down on the desk, i glanced at the clock and i was surprised to see that a whole hour had passed.

Looking at the parchment, it was as though i'd written my whole life story down because i hadn't even realised how much i had been writing.

Where i sighed my name, i could see the parchment was dampened and when i felt under my eyes- they were wet, i'd been to distracted to realise that i'd even been crying.

I wiped the tears from under my eyes, grabbed my quill once again and began writing Harry's letter.

Dear Harry,

First of all, i just want to thank-you for taking the time to read what i have to say..well that's if you actually don't tear the letter up and bin it but if you  are reading this then- thank-you...

Harry's letter didn't take as long as Draco's did because i didn't have as much to say.

Once again, i'd ruined the parchment with my tears but i shoved it in the envelope anyways because i knew it'd dry eventually.