I look at the grave and feel my heart is broken. I kneel down and conjure a flower there. I simply confuse and sad. Confused why I feel this way, and Sad because He's not here anymore. Sad because he's dead.
Rest in peace, Draco Lucius Malfoy. 5 June 1980 - 16 June 2018
It's been 2 years since His death. I still came here every week and feel my heart broken every time I see his name on the stone. I don't know why, but his death hurt me as much as it hurt Astoria and Scorpius.
He's not even my friend. Just an acquaintance, or perhaps allies. A killing curse hit him right in the chest. I saw when his soul taken. I saw his body fell, lifeless. Ron said, I scream and fainted almost a day.
I sigh and stand back. Stare at his grave for another minute. Then I walk away and promise to myself to go back next week. I promise to myself to never forget him. Deep down, I know It will never happen.