I've decided to write this as the plot bunny entered my head at about 6am and hasn't let me alone since, hopefully now that I have uploaded it I will be able to study in peace.

WARNING character deaths, suicide, implied slash.

Disclaimer! it is JK Rowlings wonderful world and her amazing characters. Im just borrowing them for a minute or two

please don't hate me for writing it, but if you must yell at me please do feel free to use reviews.

Thanks!

Today should be one of the happiest days of my life, but it isn't Not any more People say your wedding day and your honeymoon will become your most treasured memories, they mean happy ones.

Yesterday I felt invincible, the man I had loved since I was eleven took my hand and said "I do" it was the most perfect moment I could have imagined. I thought today we would be leaving for an exotic honeymoon. But I woke up in bed alone this morning. At 11am the police came knocking on my door. My husband's body had been found.

They hadn't moved him yet, they were worried it would be disrespectful. I could see why: my husband, the man who swore he loved me was dead; lying on someone else's grave. I knew they had been friends after the final battle, when he had told me he was spending his stag weekend at the flat of the saviour of the wizard world I wasn't surprised. They had been inseparable for a long while now, as close as brothers. I thought that was the reason he had been so depressed after coming home, his best friend had committed suicide. I thought it was the shock of finding Harry Potter, the boy who lived for goodness sake, dead in his own bathroom. I couldn't believe it when he first told me, the golden boy, the hero had been suicidal?

I didn't want to linger on such a sad thought, but perhaps if I had he would have explained it himself. I was selfish; I was too busy thinking of the wedding and my own happiness to see the sadness in his eyes. I suppose that's why he did it, because he couldn't make us listen any other way.

That's why at 10:55 this morning my husband's body was found resting atop someone else's coffin. Harry Potter's coffin. The police thought it had been a suicide pact; they had both died the same way within a week of each other. They were even wearing matching rings. That's when it clicked; my husband had always worn that ring, even in the sea, or the shower, even when he made love to me. I had asked about it before, but he had always told me it was nothing important. A trinket, something he had been given a long time ago. I could understand why he kept it, it was beautiful like him. Silver and gold entwined in a simple band. Today I realised what it meant.

They are going to bury them together, it seemed fitting. They had been close in life, closer than I had realised, in death they will be just as close. They offered to put him in his family's tomb, where there is a space for me. There is a grave there which already has his name on it along with his birthday, his father wanted the grave to be removed when he found out, but we argued- his mother and i. Instead of a death date it says eternity and his grave will lie open as if waiting to be filled, but it never will.

My husband will never rest with his ancestors, despite family tradition. Instead he will be with the one person he truly loved with all his heart, their tombstone reads:

Here lie Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy,

In life they found each other, in death they will do so again.

My husband, Draco Malfoy, is finally at peace.

Someday I will be too, but for now I envy his freedom.