My hands are in my pockets, and I'm having a strange urge to whistle. Talking to you still makes me nervous.
"So I've been pretty busy lately. Being the face of the ministry and all that. You know." I laugh nervously, but you don't respond. This doesn't surprise me.
"I'm supposed to go round to Ron and Hermione's tonight. They've moved in together, did I tell you? I think they're going to tell me to try again with Ginny, but it— it just isn't the same."
You still say nothing.
"Lucius and Narcissa are okay," I plowed on. "I've seen them at the ministry. They wish they could see you again, but Draco, they're fine. Really."
No reply. No 'thanks for the news' or a 'tell them this'.
"Draco I—I don't know if I can do this. This whole 'moving on' business. I know, I'm The Boy Who Lived or The Chosen One or whatever, but this is different. I can't…I don't want…living without you is impossible.
He doesn't say anything. And I don't expect him to.
Because I'm just staring at a headstone with the name Draco Malfoy on it, and he's really quite far away.