A/N These characters don't belong to me, it's J.K. Rowling's
There were dead bodies everywhere, tears fell from my eyes, down my cheeks and chin, nobody was alive anymore, there was only me back. I saw a blonde haired girl laying with the head on the ground, some red haired boys and a red haired girl next to them, all with scared faces. The red haired girl was holding hands with a black haired boy. Now I really cried, my best friends were all dead. I looked around, a lot of Death Eaters were also dead, and I know Voldemort was gone too. The only person I didn't saw was a blonde haired boy, I'm 100 percent sure he was here, when Harry killed Voldemort, but now, I couldn't see him. His mother and father lay neat by the other Death Eaters, but the blonde haired boy was gone.
Suddenly a yell came from above.
"Granger!" I looked up, and there he was.
"What are you doing Malfoy!" I yelled back. But he was gone again. A moment later I saw him by the front doors.
"Is everyone dead out here?" he asked, I nodded my head and cried a bit more, looking over to the boy I've just kissed hours before. No I didn't loved Ron, not anymore, not since the day he left.
"There is a lot of dead people inside too, and also on the upper floors." He said getting closer to me.
"Go away Malfoy." I said trying to hold my tears back.
"No!" he said. I looked at him.
"You should not… "He stopped, his gaze turned to the Death Eaters.
"Mother?" he said with a little cry. I looked, she didn't look like she was in pain, only in worry, I knew that she loved her son very much, and I think she was afraid that he'll die too, but here he was, alive without her, it so sad, I cried a bit more. To lose friends was bad, but family was even worse.
I had a hard time to stand, but when I finally was up, I walked over to him, lay a hand on his shoulder, but he wiped it away. I sat on my knees right beside him.
"Draco?" I looked at him, he cried, I had never seen him crying before or sad, just unhappy or scared, and of course angry, but never sad.
"Come with me." I took his hand, he stood up, and I Disappareted.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"By the sea." I sat down, it was early morning, he sat right next to me in the sand and laid his head in my lap, and cried a bit more, I stroke his hair in silence. I had the same felling too, when I took my parents memory of me away that night a year ago.
"It's going to be okay, I promise you." I finally said.