To My Wizard Boyfriend

It's unfair. It's really, really unfair. You have no idea how it feels like to sit in front of this Muggle device everyday and drool over your beauty when I know I can't do anything to reach you. The fact that I'm not a Pureblood makes me weep harder in my sleep that I know exactly how you have never settled down for anything lower than the best. To you that would just be degrading.

I have no choice, you know. I have no choice over what kind of blood running in my veins. Hell, I'm not even a Half-blood. Or a witch. There you go. The big secret is revealed - I'm a muggle. I lied to you when we first met at my great great great grandmother's book store in Diagon Alley. I just worked there temporarily before waiting for my SPM result. And gosh, I even lied to you about me going to a Wizardry school here. (Like is there even one exist in Malaysia?) My great great great grandmother, she is a witch, but I'm not. Somehow I guess the abilities faded along the line, resulted in children like us, with no magical abilities. I'm not even someone whom you can call a filthy little Mudblood, someone who at least carries magical genes in their blood. I would have love to even admit that I'm a squib, if I was one, but that's the thing. I'm just another muggle girl who falls head over heels for a teenage wizard boy.

It's unfair. It's unfair that besides my blood status is not favourable at all, you on the other hand, has to born in this world with beautifully craved features that us Muggles are not bestowed to. It hurts me everyday to live with the fact that us are never beautiful as magical creatures are (One Direction boys are an exception, they are probably Percy Jackson's British friends, you know, half-Gods?). I mean, do I have to tell you that vampires and werewolves are incredibly good looking too? Yes, my dear Pureblood wizard lover, I once had crushes on them, but they're Americans, so yeah.

You see my lover, despite this enormous amount of affection I feel towards you, you have to understand, that this is going nowhere. While you come from the purest Wizarding family of all (your cousin is Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake!), I'm just a filth to your kind and my dad isn't even a dentist. While you being the most beautiful creature ever, I'm still here sitting in front of my Apple (no dear lover, it's not a fruit, it's a magical brand for a magical device called laptop), typing a letter to you with my skin being greasy as always. Yes, I have not so pretty complexion.

I have to embrace the fact that birds with different feathers don't flock together (it's a Muggle saying). Therefore my lover, this will be my last Muggle electronic love letter from me to you. Send my regards to your scary looking mother though I have always loved her robes, (they're green, which is my favorite) and your Death Eater father. Tell them I am so glad and thankful that they still haven't Avada me yet. And oh, please please please tell Draco to stop seeing that ugly Astoria already. Really. Even if she is a Pureblood witch, we filthy Muggles are even prettier. What is wrong with Hermione anyway? Who bloody cares about preserving the sacred Malfoy blood line, he's not the only Malfoy left. You're a Malfoy too. Go and carry the family task, now darling. (See, letting you go isn't really that bad).

And my last words are, GO TEAM DRAMIONE!

I guess this is it. So long, my lover.

p.s Please don't delete your Facebook account. There are a plenty amount of good photos of you in there. And it takes quite a while to teach you to create an account. Honestly, you're hopeless when it comes to Muggle stuff.

Your filthy little insecure Muggle girlfriend (or should I say your ex now?),

Hajar, xoxo


Disclaimer/ Autor's Note : Please be noted that this post was written for fun and a result of my imagination and constant obsession for Dramione fanfictions. The familiar characters and places belong to their respective authors, thank you very much :)