Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter universe. My creativity isn't that wide nor is it that magnificent. But this plot is mine. Mwuahh, hah hahh... eh, reviews are very much appreciated. No reviews and you starve the author... . . Wouldn't want to starve me, would you?
He looked down at the grave, at the white plain stone that etched all regrets and mistakes laid for all to see. Marked on that stone for him to visit again and again were the three sentences that identified the fallen warrior.
Draco Malfoy.
Shadow that warded the dark,
Hero among the vipers.
Recognized too late.
Harry stirred against the wind that disturbed his silent vigil, "Will you marry me?" There, it was now uttered. A question he has wanted to ask ever since time immemorial. Too late. Too late. He raised his hand, settled it on the markings, straining, straining for that reply.
He waited at the space between them, at Draco's body beneath him. Beneath him. He laid down on the ground and strained his ears.
"Will you marry me?" The question reverberated inside him. The question escaped outside as tears when the space stayed silent. It was too late and yet Harry stayed.
