He never would have thought her to be part of his life, but she did.
He never would have thought her to be part of his life, but she was.
Long strands of blond hair were hiding his sad face as he tenderly stroked her face.
Strands of blond hair were hiding his sad smile as tenderly stroked her face.
Life never had been much fair with her.
Life was already unfair with her.
And how beautiful she was. From her curls, to her brown eyes, she was perfection.
And how beautiful she was. From her curls, to her lively brown eyes, she was perfection.
In Malfoy Manor master room, Lucius was holding tight his wife, Hermione Malfoy. Her cold body, closed eyes, her last breath already long gone.
In the next room, Draco was holding tight his little sister. Her warm body, wide-opened eyes, born just a few hours before.
Draco was wondering if both would also loose their father, who seemed inconsolable despite the gift Hermione left him before she left. A daughter. His daughter. Their daughter.