It was a cold February morning. I was sitting in the kitchen, drinking my morning coffee, when I heard a knock on the door. I got up, still holding my cup, went to the door to see who was there. When I opened the door my cup fell from my hand and broke into a million pieces.
I was standing there and I just stared at his face. He had that stupid grin on again. I still don't know why I had that bad feeling inside. But then again, what do I know, right? I mean maybe his intentions weren't all that bad, maybe he just wanted to see me again, maybe, he had changed.
Wait, what am I saying? Of course he didn't change. He is Draco Malfoy for Gods' sakes! And because of what we used to have and because I still cared for him I let him in, how stupid of me! And what do we have now? My dead body is lying on my clean white carpet and my blood is mixing with his tears. He is whispering in my ear, apologizing for what he did.
Why is he crying anyway? He is the one who killed me after all. There is no apology for that.