A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you guys liked the last oneshot. I know that the last two were fluffy, so this one will probably be a bit different from them. This is also a bit similar to one of my short stories, you'll get to know why. And, I'll tell in the end as well. Read the A/N at the end to find out when the next oneshot will be out. On with the chapter! 

First year... 

To the bushy haired girl

First of all, let me tell you how angry I am at you, Potter, Longbottom and Weasel for snatching the House Cup away from us. I hate you for that.

At least we won the Quidditch Cup, not like you Gryffindors will ever be able to beat us in that game. 

Just so you know, I will be joining the Slytherin team next year. I can't wait to beat Saint Potter in the match.

Well, now that I have finished ranting, we should probably talk. Yes, talk, Granger. Salazar, do you always have to believe that I have an ulterior motive?

Yeah well, the problem is that I don't really know what to talk about. Like, should I compliment you, or should I say that you are so irritating. So in order to not make this awkward, I'll just tell you random things.

Like, how I am currently regretting this. I don't even know why am I writing this letter. Guess I just needed someone to talk to. Someone who won't just stay with me for my money. 

Someone like you, Granger. I probably won't admit this again though.

Yeah, so you see, I need to go. I don't even know why I am bothering to write this. It's not like you're ever going to read this.

So, I can't write 'yours' since that will be too friendly, but whatever

Draco

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Second year...

To the muggleborn

Surprised that I am not saying that foul word? You should know that I never really wanted to call you that. But you have to understand that I had to do that. I had to call you that word, and no, I am not telling you the reason behind that.

So, I guess I should say sorry for that. I mean, I don't really care whether you accept my apology or not, but whatever.

Though you have to admit, it was really funny to see Weasel's spell hitting himself. I will always remember that. 

I think if it was not for the fact that I had hurt you by calling that word, you would have laughed as well. 

And, I'll have you know that I didn't buy my way in, as you said. I am the best seeker ever, way better than Potter.

Also, I hope you have seen the paper, that I had kept in your bag, by now. Please don't tell me that me tearing a page out of that book in Flourish and Blotts was just a waste of time. 

I hope you understood the real meaning behind my words when I said, "You'll be next, mud-" Yeah, that foul word. I was actually trying to warn you. Don't let Weasel or Potter convince you otherwise.

Watch me beat Potter in the Quidditch match

Draco

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Third year...

To the girl who punched me

I am telling you, I was caught off guard at that time, otherwise I would have hexed you or something.

And, if you ever told anyone else, I will complain about that to McGonagall. Surely she will punish you for that, maybe even take points from Gryffindor.

If it wasn't for that damn broomstick, I would have caught the snitch before Potter. How did he even get Firebolt when even I didn't have it? 

You know, I am seriously confused now. At first, you tell that oaf Hagrid to take me to the Hospital Wing, and that confirmed my theory that is, you fancy me.

And then, a few days ago you punched me and called me a cockroach. I mean, seriously cockroach?

Do I look like a cockroach to you or what?

Just say that you fancy me. I know that you were worried about me when that bloody chicken hurt me. And, I think that punching me was a way to make me notice you. And all that clearly means what I had said earlier.

I know that I am right.

I mean, who won't fancy me? I am the most handsome wizard ever. Malfoy's charm, you know?

I am currently in my room at the Manor. Imagine my surprise when my mother asked me if your punch was good or not.

Instead of being angry at you, or worrying about me, she literally asked me about your punch. She even said that I probably deserved that.

But wait, who even told her that you punched me? I don't think it was you, or any of your friends. And I am sure that my friends won't tell her.

I'll just go and ask her. But I am not sure if she would tell me the truth.

Also, I'll take my revenge

Draco

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Fourth year...

To the beaver

I saw you crying today. And that was probably the third time that you cried in front of me while I stood there and done nothing. 

The first was when I had called you that foul word. Though you didn't actually cry in front of me that time, I could see tears in your eyes, and you trying so hard to control them. And believe me, that was the moment I regretted saying that word. But I had to, and I may have to do it again and again in the future. You already know that, wait- actually, you don't, because I never sent that letter to you. 

The night of the Yule Ball was the second time I saw you crying. I don't know if I should feel happy or not that I wasn't the reason behind your tears. 

Now that I think about it, the reason should have been me. You probably think I am mad for saying that I should be the reason behind that. No, I certainly do not wish or want you crying. I want to be the reason because I know that it wouldn't hurt you much if it were me. 

It wouldn't hurt you as much as it did when that bloody Weasel made you cry. After all, he is your best friend, isn't he? I may not have any best friends, but I sure as hell know that it hurt you, very much if I may add. 

Don't cry because of him, Granger. He is not worth your tears, not worth your sadness, and certainly not worth removing that smile from your face. 

But then again, nor am I. 

The third time was day before yesterday. The day of the third task. 

I had known that Voldy Moldy would be returning that day. My father had told me that the cup was a portkey. I knew that it was a trap. And, I didn't do anything. Go on, call me a coward. I won't mind because I know that I am a coward. 

I didn't feel guilty until I looked at you. Tears were streaming down your face as you looked at Potter and Diggory. I didn't know what to say, what to feel or what to do, so I just kept staring at you. 

I am sorry, Granger, because in a way, I am responsible for your tears this time. It may not hurt you much, but believe me, it hurt me. 

It shouldn't have. After all, we are enemies, right? We hate each other, right? I am not supposed to feel this hurt, right? 

Wrong. 

Yes, Hermione Granger, you are wrong, because I deserve all of that hurt. I may look like a cold hearted person to you, but guess what, even I have feelings. 

And do you know who made me feel like this? Of course, it's you. I have seen people crying before, but none of them affected as much as you did. 

So please, don't cry, Granger. I wish I could send this to you, to tell you all of this, but unfortunately, I can't. 

Why? Because we are supposed to be enemies. Right? 

Wow, this letter literally got so sappy. Anyways, tell Potter that it was because of him that I got turned into a ferret. And yeah, my father will hear about this! 

Did you smile after you read that? Or, were you at least on the verge of smiling, or laughing? You're welcome. 

Twitchy little ferret (as you called me)

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Fifth year...

To the girl who beat me in OWLs (I hate you for that)

I heard what happened in the Department of Mysteries. Of course, I will. Did you think otherwise? 

Yeah, so what if I didn't know Sirius properly? He was still my first cousin, once removed. I don't know if I should blame myself or not that I never got a chance to talk to him. And yes, I heard about what actually happened there from one of the death eaters. 

If I say Voldemort wasn't happy, it would be an understatement. He was furious. And what's more? He has decided to make the Malfoy Manor his headquarters. 

The good news is that he won't be coming here just yet, maybe in a month or so.

The bad news? You can guess. Yeah, it's related to me. If you can't, then you'll probably get to know soon. Maybe in my next letter, if I even write that. 

I am currently in the library in the Malfoy Manor. It gives me peace, you know? Yeah, yeah, I am a bookworm like you. 

So forgive me if I ever insulted your intelligence, or your love for books. I am second in the class after all. 

My mother is currently roaming around in the library, checking different books out. She doesn't know that I am writing this letter, so I will have to finish this before she sees this letter. 

I think my mother probably likes you. When I told her that you beat me in OWLs, she said, "She's the Brightest Witch of Her Age, Draco." I guess it was a compliment. 

Wow, I don't know why I am acting like you are going to read this. But this is better than talking to those two idiots Crabbe and Goyle. At least I can tell you anything. 

Almost anything. 

Yeah, so she's coming towards me. That was all I had to say. 

Draco

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Sixth year...

To the girl who changed me

Before you ask me anything, yes Hermione, you changed me. Don't look so shocked when I said Hermione. You don't know how I am feeling right now, too tired to call you any names. 

It's true, Granger (see, no Hermione). You changed me, for the better. And for that, I can't thank you enough. I know it took me so many years, but I finally realized that I am not superior than you. You are not that foul word. 

And sorry if there are tear stains on this paper. Yes, I am crying right now. I will tell you later. And if possible, even tell you about it when I meet you.

But it's not like you are going to listen to me, is it? 

Why? Because I am a Death Eater to you. Just a Death Eater, I know. You won't even believe that I was forced to become one.

Sometimes I think that I am misunderstood. And other times I think that I totally deserve this, for being a part to you all. Guess what? The latter is probably right. At least, I feel that it is right. 

You know, I think I even deserved the curse that Potter used on me. But I hope you scolded him for that. 

I was actually laughing a few minutes while imagining Potter's expression when you probably scolded him. 

You can be quite scary, you know? Yeah yeah, I know that because of your punch. I still remember that day. I probably even deserve that as well. 

I am so sorry, Hermione (there it is again). I am so sorry for almost killing Dumbledore, and then doing nothing when Snape killed him. 

Speaking of Snape, you probably hate him right now. But somehow, I feel that he's a good person. You may think that I am mad for believing that, or for even thinking that way. 

Yes, he's my godfather, but he cares about other people too, you know? In his own weird way, of course. 

I am going to end this letter here. Voldemort used that Cruciatus Curse on me a few minutes ago, and I can't even write properly now. 

But still, I wanted to write this as soon as possible, in case I need to attend the meeting afterwards, or if anyone catches me writing this. Voldemort's currently planning something to catch Potter. Please try your best to save Potter. He's our only hope. Yes, he's my hope. And no, I never wanted to be like this, to be a Death Eater. I want him to defeat Voldemort as well, just like you all. 

Please save me, Hermione. 

Draco

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Seventh year...

To the girl who saved me

First of all, thank you so much for saving me. And thank Potter as well. Thank you both for preventing me and my family from going into Azkaban. 

My mother wants to meet you. Will you do that? Don't worry, it won't be in the Manor, of course. 

That reminds me, I am so sorry for not saving you while my deranged aunt tortured you. I should have done something, but I didn't. And, I am really sorry for that. 

I have a confession, I'll tell you in the end. 

You know, even that awkward hug that I received from Voldemort was worth our victory. I will help you all rebuild the castle, it's the least I can do. 

I don't know what to say to you right now. Except that confession. 

So here it is, I think I am in love with you. Shocking, right? I know. Somewhere in between writing these letters to you, I fell in love with you. I mean, I can't really describe how, when and why. 

Guess what? I am going to read Hogwarts: A History now, your favourite book. 

Draco

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Eighth year...

Dear love

Quite an improvement from 'To', yeah? 

You're currently sitting in front of me as I write this. I think it's been about four or five months since we became friends, and you ended your relationship with Weasel. 

I was surprised when you forgave me. I literally tormented you for years, and then there you were, forgiving me in a couple of days. 

I don't know what I did to deserve such kindness, especially from you. Remember our Potions class? You know what I smelled? It was your scent. I think it perfectly indicates that I am clearly in love with you. 

Salazar, I forgot what I had wanted to write in this letter when you smiled at me a few moments ago. I am clearly whipped, yeah? 

Blaise was teasing me a few minutes ago, about how I am head over heels for you. Obviously, I denied it. Can't have him telling everyone the truth, you know. 

Also, you will be pleased to know that I successfully conjured a patronus yesterday. Again, I thank you for helping me to do that. Of course, you don't know my favourite memory, but I plan on telling you later. 

It was of the day you forgave me, and then met my family in Hogsmeade. I was scared that you three would start arguing among each other. But instead, my parents clearly loved you. 

Specially my mother. She talks about you in her letters, telling me to confess my feelings to you. 

How on Earth did she even know that I love you? 

Anyways, I will probably confess my feelings to you later on. I know you don't like me, let alone love me, but I still want to tell you.

Wish me luck! 

Draco

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Seven years later...

Dear Mia

It's been a while since I wrote my last letter. I think it's been around six days, your birthday. Well, it was different since I wrote that letter early morning because I wanted to give you that when you wake up. 

I don't even know why am I writing this right now, it's almost midnight. 

But I just feel so grateful to see you peacefully laying next to me, fast asleep and having no idea that I am writing this. You'll see this in the morning, though! 

I am thankful to you, Mia. Thankful for giving me this second chance, for forgiving me, and most importantly, for being there by my side. Always. 

I am going to keep this one short as I am feeling really sleepy right now. 

I love you, my wife. I love you so much, and will love you forever. I promise to always be there for you, and our children. 

Oh, guess what? Just as I was about to end this, Lyra started crying. And, I don't want to wake you up, so I will have to go to her room.

Also, did you know that I heard our almost three year son telling I love you to his six months old sister. Scorpius loves Lyra so much, no matter how much he would annoy her. 

I should probably go to her room now.

And also, I am thankful to my mother for sending these letters to you. I still don't know how did she find them. 

Forever yours

Draco

Ps. Who knew that these letters will play an important part in our story? 

A/N: That's it for this oneshot. It was 2900+ words. Hope you guys like it. It was a lot different than what I usually write. Also, it was a bit similar to my short story, 'Hope' since the scenes were mentioned year wise in it, just like in this one. Which year letter did you like the most? I loved the letter from their fourth year. Random question: Favorite Canon ship? Answer in the comments below. Vote, comment and please share my story. Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you! 

Important Question: Would you like to read a oneshot in which Hermione writes letters to Draco just like he did in this one? 

Next chapter on 19/6/20(Friday). 

Until next time.