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Draco stood rigidly in the inner circle meeting, his mask donned and hiding the tears glistening in his eyes. His grief still fresh and raw, her body lay in that circle, surrounded by black, demonic crows, picking at the flesh upon her body, her blind, lifeless eyes staring accusations at him. He had told her to hide, to run, and to give up that stupid, worthless cause. There was no point fighting now. The chosen on, Harry bloody Potter was dead and he had left his surviving friends to fight his battles and die pointless deaths. So here she lay sprawled and lifeless at his feet and he would soon be forced to turn his gaze from the only woman he would ever love, as to not point the blame finger at himself. His insides crawled as Blaise subtly led him away from her cooling corpse.
Draco walked stonily through the halls of Malfoy manor as he made his way to his sanctuary. Unwarding the door and pushing inside and pushed it closed behind him as he mutters a locking and silencing spell. Draco stood, back to the door breathing quietly; he was so sure he could hear her twinkling laugh as she ran through the meadow one summer very long ago. It was probably their 5th year.
She ran ahead of him up the slight hill, her unruly brunette hair dancing in the wind as she called back, "Catch me if you can, Draco."
He raced up the hill determined to catch her before she reached the top, lunging for her, they became unbalanced and toppled down the other side in the long grass, landing entangled amongst each other. He leant forward pecking a simple kiss to her nose, then one to her lips. He didn't realise it then but it was her first kiss, she had blushed so prettily and laughed in joy after he had kissed her.
Draco's knees buckled and sent him crashing to his bottom and he leaned heavily upon the door, sobs wracking his shaking body, he had lost her, his love, his light, his reason for living and he had just stood there while she stared pleadingly at him, had utter words of forgiveness as her light had faded from her eyes. He was a coward. Why couldn't he be brave like that stupid Weasley that had thrown his body in front of the spell that was meant for him, or Potter, or even Dumbledore who had been willing to die for his students, his cause. Merlin, he had watched the woman he had pledged his undying love to die. Agony welled in his soul and weighed heavily upon his heart, he was guilty, and he was her murderer. Draco didn't say the spell but he let them, he was her killer. He could have saved her, his tear fell steadily down his cheeks, he should had saved her, been brave enough to rescue her.
A solemn knock startled him from his stupor, rising unsteadily; he wiped his puffy, bloodshot eyes. Unlocking the door, he draped himself in the cloak of arrogance the Malfoy family was so famous for; he faced the person who had interrupted his wallowing, "What?" he snapped
"They burnt the bodies, here," Blaise broke out roughly, pressing the pendant Draco had given her for their 2 year anniversary in his hand, "I saved you that." Draco nodded grimly
"Leave," he forced out of his agony stuffed throat, he wouldn't shed his tears in front of other.
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