Redemption For Draco
Draco walked along the dew-covered grass and through numerous graves until he found Fred's.
He got down onto one knee despite wearing an expensive-looking suit. But he didn't care about those type of things anymore.
"Hey, I-I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your funeral. Or anyone else's. But I had to come."
He put a hand on the cool marble of the gravestone.
"I mean your death, their death's, they were my fault."
Draco's voice broke on the last word and he started sobbing.
"I'm sorry, Fred." He put his arms around the gravestone and cried into it.
George walked out from behind a tree and approached Draco.
"Malfoy?" George asked, barely a whisper.
Draco turned around but he didn't look angry, he looked upset.
"I'm sorry that I'm here, George. I didn't want to come to the funeral because I didn't want to upset anyone. Including you."
"Upset me?" George repeated. "Why would I be upset?"
"Their blood.. is on my hands. Mine."
"No, it's not. It's on Voldemort's hands. And none of us would've blamed you if you came to the funeral."
"How can you forgive me?"
"You know something, Malfoy. There are many people in this world. Some make the right choices. And some don't, but that doesn't mean you can't forgive them."
Draco stood up , walked over to George, and put his arms around him.
"Thank you. I'm sorry about your brother."
"Hey, me too, mate. Me too."