Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me... I just like to have my way with them.
It was late night on a lake in Scotland, shadowed by a castle. A blond boy stood, back against the wind. One solitary tear dropped down his cheek. In front of him stood a drooping willow tree, the branches emulating his mood. Softly he knelt down at a small stone that held the name Harry Potter.
"You fool, Potter. If only you had waited. We, rather, I found a spell. You never had to die. But that isn't what you thought. You wanted to die.
"You wanted to be with your family. You never thought you really had a family here. You idiot, Potter, did it never occur to you that I thought of you as family? Or was I just another notch in your bedpost? Gods, I'm an idiot as well. I am an idiot for loving you. Now I'll never find out if you loved me. We will never have a family, and the only way I'll see you is by coming to this grave." Two more tears slipped, unbidden, down the boy's pale cheeks.
"All you had to do was wait, Harry, but I was never competition to your parents and Sirius Black. Still, I had hoped you would have seen me as more than a fling. I lost everything for you. I lived because of you. Now you are dead, and I have nothing to live for." The blond stood for a moment, wind tossing his hair about.
"Harry, if only you had stayed." The boy laid a black rose on the grave, and without looking back, headed towards the castle. He hesitated at the doors as the wind blew. As the willow's branches swayed serenely, the boy could have sworn his lover's voice whispered, "I love you, Draco."