It's been a two years since the war. Draco Malfoy stood staring from afar at the grave of Albus Dumbledore. Debating on whether or not he should move closer and say something. He felt ashamed and afraid. A tear rolled down his cheek as Harry grabbed his hand and said, "Come on I'll go with you."
"No, I have to do this alone."
Harry nodded his head. He understood how this could be hard for Draco.
Draco walked slowly towards the tomb stone that read, here lies Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore the greatest Head Master at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry (Summer 1881–30 June, 1997). He put his hand on the White Tomb and began to lightly sob. "I'm so sorry Head master. I want you to know I wouldn't have done it. I… I couldn't, I didn't want to. I didn't want you die." He cried hard as he tried to get through the rest of his apology, "Hogwarts is the best thing that has happened to me. It won't be the same without you. You should know you were right. I am no assassin I not a death eater nor have I ever been. I was living in fear when I should have been brave like you, Harry and Snape. Thank you for seeing the best in me although I was at my worst. " He wiped the tears of his face and repeated, "I wouldn't have done it. I wouldn't have done it." He felt Harry's arm on his shoulder he turned around to hug him. "Thank you for being here."
"Draco, I love you. I'll always be here."
"I love you too."
They stood there hugging for what felt like hours, and then finally walked away in the nightfall hand in hand. All was well.