Unfinished. That's how it looked. Every wall was built, room was furnished, picture was hung. Yet, without Draco, the home they had started was unfinished.
Love stilled burned within Harry's heart, crying out for his lost one. He still had dreams, night after night, of Draco's horrifying death at a Death Eater's hands. He woke early, dreams still unfinished. Just like his revenge would forever go unfinished.
Things with Draco were often unfinished. Words left unsaid, thoughts that were unexpressed, actions started but never completed. Harry thought bitterly on the proposal he had started to render a speechless Draco. Voldemort had caused that to be unfinished, too.
Harry wandered through his empty home, surrounded by his things. On the wall hung a portrait of Harry and Draco, unfinished. The background was painted, and faint sketches of the couple. After Draco's death, Harry hadn't the heart to get it finished.
He pulled the empty portrait from the wall and carried it to his and Draco's bedroom. Lying down on the bed, he pulled the frame close to his chest, and took care of some last unfinished business.
That's how they found him. They buried him with Draco next to Lily and James.
His tombstone simply read, "Finished.".
A/N: I've had this drabble-like one shot sitting in a notebook for atleast four years now, possibly a little longer. It's inspiration came from a drawing I did... I was practicing and so sketched my hand where it was holding the edge of a notebook. Turning that notebook instead into an empty picture frame, this story popped into my head and I immediately turned the page and wrote it out.
