PICTURE PERFECT
PICTURE PERFECT
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
The wind gently blew over the land whispering to the trees, picking up droplets from the stream and kissing the flowers as it blew. It swirled around the willow tree, making the nearby roses blush and nod their heads to its song. The willow tree gently extended its branches over the two lovers that lay there, the golden sunshine netting them.
They sat on the cool green mossy grass that swirled across the grounds giving birth to carpets of flowers here and there. The stream gurgled and laughed, catching the eye of the sun which shone beautifully in the sea blue sky.
The tall blonde boy sat with his back against the cool bark of the tree, cradling his love in his hands. She was propped against his knee, her long curling brown hair falling over his knee.
He had buried his head in her hair as if trying to memorize its scent, dotting it with his tears. She was crying too, her amber eyes liquid with tears. He had his arms tightly wrapped around her, holding her as if never letting her go. She too had her arms around him. She knew they would have to part and perhaps it was sorrow that made them hold each other tighter,
Just then the wind blew, raining them with rose petals. She gently squeezed her eyes shut, in a futile attempt to stop her tears. But it was not meant to be. A few trickled down her face wetting the collar of her lacy top. How she wished that they could stay this way forever. Damn his father, she thought angrily, why is he doing this to us?
Can't he see how much we love each other? I can't even think of spending my life without him. She thought miserably, cuddling closer to him as he automatically tightened his arms around her.
He loved her so much, he thought in agony. They belong with each other, they would stay with each other…forever! He vowed.
The wind swirled past them, singing sorrowfully at fate's cruelty. The two lovers deserved so much better than this.
But such is fate, it thought, leaving the two undisturbed.
A tear fell down Draco's wrinkled cheek as he held the picture in his hand, how he wish his Hermione was still with him. He remembered that quite day in the wodds when they had thought that his father would destroy his life and the vow he had made to save his love in any circumstance. They had not dreamed that that very evening, Voldermort would be killed by Harry and that his father would be put in prison. Draco smiled as he remembered Hermione marrying him, right there under the willow tree but a year later. And now they had been together for nearly 70 years. Perhaps the wind had whispered his prayer in Fate's ear that day. Hermione and he had lived up to a ripe old age. This photograph was such a poignant moment in their life, such a big turning point. All these deep emotions lay nehind that one photograph. He lay down to sleep in his bed, knowing that once he would he would never awake. He would join Hermione once again, under the willow tree, young and so vibrantly in love. All that would be left of them would be this...a picture perfect moment.