The dragon took flight today. I kneel next to him as he lay motionless in the charred rubble. His white-blonde hair is streaked with dirt and blood. It tears me apart to see him like this. The war is finally over. Everyone can sleep now. Except me. I have lost the only one I've ever loved. I bow my head and my dirt sprinkled hair falls in my face. Hot tears blur my vision and sting my eyes. I grab his limp hand and sob silently. No one is around to see me like this. I look at his handsome face. His irresistible silver eyes are glassy. I didn't mean for him to die. It's all my fault, is all I'm thinking. How could I let this happen? What I'd kill to have him back. I close my eyes and wet tears stream down my dirty face. I cradle his limp body in my arms. "Draco" I wimper softly. I lay a soft kiss upon his lips for the last time. Thinking that makes me cry even harder. I pick up my want from next to me and aim it at the blonde. I know magic can't resurrect people, but I'll try anyways. I don't think or say an incantation. I simply think of what I want. What I need. With a flourish of my wand I see a golden star touch his heart. I close my eyes again but quickly open them. I see his light lashes flutter and he coughs a bit. The dragon is taking flight again.