The watery sun glances off the red post-box in front of you. The letter in your hand feels heavy; your head spins as you contemplate dropping the folded parchment into the red box. Everything will change if you can find enough courage to let the letter fall from your hand.
She will know how you feel, how you really feel. But... she might reject you. She already has a husband, and two children. Would she ever risk letting go of them because you sent her a letter?
Just a letter, that’s all. One folded piece of parchment and some scribbles of dull black ink. Yet that piece of parchment could change your world. If only you had the courage to drop it in.
What would she think if he received this letter through the Muggle post? She would see and feel the parchment; she would know it was from a fellow wizard. Would she understand the reason behind the Muggle way of delivering letters?
You’ve changed. That is what you really want to tell her. You have changed and you have realised how you feel. Okay, so it may be ten years too late, but... you have to take this chance.
Your hand quivers as your arm stretches toward the mouth of the Muggle posting box. Be brave, Draco. You have to take this chance. Borrow some of her Gryffindor bravery, she would have dropped the letter in with no problem, she was always so brave.
Yes, you have to take this chance...
The letter falls from your hand, onto the rain-damp floor. And there it stays.
You didn’t take the chance.