No One Mourns The Wicked
He looked around at all the unmarked graves for the Deatheaters who died fighting on the wrong side the war. 'No one mourns the wicked.' The line from a muggle Broadway show that his parents had brought him too ran unbidden through his head. He knelt at the grave of his innocent mother. She had never supported Voldemort. She had been beaten and threatened by his father and told that if she didn't do as she was instructed, he, Draco would be killed His mother had loved him enough to ruin her reputation and subsequently, her life. He felt the tears building up in his eyes and he normally would have fought them back down, but there was no one here to constantly remind him anymore to uphold the Pureblood image and ideals. He finally allowed himself to weep openly for the mother who loved him enough to die and for a father who never loved him at all. After what felt like hours, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up into the face of the Savior of the Wizarding World and his longtime boyfriend, Harry Potter.
"She was innocent! She didn't want any of this! She didn't deserve any of this! She didn't deserve to die! She died for me! If I hadn't been there she could have just walked away from my father, from Voldemort! But instead she stayed and ended up dead!" Draco's screams slowly faded to quiet sobs. "She didn't deserve this."
"I know Draco. That's why her grave is being moved to the grounds of Malfoy Manor. They now belong to you, as the rightful heir. We can move your father too, if you want."
"No, let him lay here with the others. He deserves this ending, forgotten and unloved."
"Okay Draco. Whatever you want" At that he knelt down beside him and just held his lover while he wept for all that he had lost.