They're not love letters in the strictest sense of the word. My letters are for when I don't want to be in love anymore. They're for good-bye. Because after I write my letter, I'm no longer consumed by my all-consuming love. My letters set me free. Or at least, they're supposed to.

(To All The Boys I've Loved Before: PART TWO) Hermione and Draco have been dating for a year and things have never been better for them...until suddenly they're not. Will Hermione choose the future she's always wanted or the love she's always wanted? And why can't she have both?

She had been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever did was break, burn and end. But on a Wednesday in a café, she watched it begin again.