Ask Jeeves

Dear Jeeves,

Over the years, I have come to regard you somewhat as a father-figure. You have always been there for me when I was in great need of advice. I must ask for you advice once more, though I am out of Hogwarts and am considered an adult who should be solving his own problems on his own. Alas, I still need you advice. It is addicting, you know.

I can distinctly recall confiding to you my love of the one Hermione Granger. You advised me so eloquently on how to make her see that my love for her was true and everlasting. She and I have been together for two years now.

You see we’ve found that we are quite compatible. I mean, we used to be.

I had believed that Hermione and I would take the teaching courses at Hogwarts together. When I had mentioned this to her, she seemed to like the idea. Only now, she claims that she must go to that auror school up in northern Scotland. She’s going to with Potter and Weasley. That was always the plan, she said. They had always wanted to go there. So, she plans to go. For four years. Living there. I fear I shalt not make it.

She says that we won’t be having our wedding this summer either. If she’s going to auror school, she can’t very well get married this summer, now can she? At least that’s what she says.

She’s also been distant too. I’m not sure if she wants to stay with me or not. Is she happy? Do I make her unhappy? Would it be better if I told her to go off to this school and not look back? That would be as good as telling her to marry Potter and let that be that.

But, I love her too much to ever let her go. Ever. I love her so much that it often hurts when I am without her. When she is not beside me, I feel as though I can’t breathe. I am dependent on her. Addicted. She’s like ecstasy. Or speed. Only, she’s good. And pure.

She makes me feel as though I am worth something. That I’m not just some rich, bratty, supposed-to-be-evil son of a Deatheater.

Hermione doesn’t need anybody, and that’s what I’m afraid of. What if she likes being on her own at this school? What if she prefers being single to being with me? Or worse, what if she prefers Potter’s company to mine? I wouldn’t blame her in all honesty. I am not exactly her type. But we get along.

Does she love me? Is she using me for my money? For the resources that I give her at her dispense for her research? Am I just pawn?

Of course not. I know what you would say. You would tell me to stay with her. That I don’t know for sure. Even if I can image what you would say, I need to know exactly what you would say. Is she worth all this pain and confusion? Just think of everything I have ever told you about her and tell me what you think.

Oh yes, please don’t let Father see this letter. It would upset him. And I don’t feel like paying for another doctor’s visit for him. I doubt there’s anything wrong with him.

And another thing, say hello to Mother for me.

Yours truly,

Draco