Hello, this is my first fanfiction ever, so please, criticize, make your comments... I´m prepared to get better... :D The problem is that my English skills are quite bad, so... If you find some mistakes tell me but not make a big deal. I hope you´ll like a story... It´s quite a sad one though.

Well, I´m afraid I don´t own Harry Potter. (Merlin knows how much I´d love to.) Draco Malfoy belongs to J.K. Rowling (it sounds so awfull, doesn´t it, my dear Malfoy lovers!) Little stupid Alýra is a product of my sick mind (which sane woman´d leave beautiful and rich pureblood wizard?)

:D well, enjoy!

Draco Malfoy was sitting in his library. He was sipping his every-night dose of Firewhiskey and sleepyly stared into the flames of fire in front of him. It has been his habit since he became a lord of Malfoy Manor and everybody in the mansion knew that bother his thoughts at the moment like this would cause a lot of screaming and anger. Despite that general knowledge, the door was unexpectedly opened. Young man lifted a head, his eyes full of sudden wrath. Then he stood up and headed himself towards a stranger. His walk was slow yet powerfull, his eyes darkened by loneliness scanned a figure hidden in a shadow. And suddenly, with his heart skipping few beats, he found out that the invader wasn´t stranger... far from it.

,,Hello Draco."

Without a response he made few steps back. He felt like a coward, but nothing mattered. He was no able to go through it again.

,,I came back to England... so I... wanted to see you."

Still quiet he glared at the young woman almost girl in front of him. His whole body was trembling.

,,It´s been three years," he said after a long while, his voice cold and reserved. Absolute contrast to the emotions which were melting in his heart. Than he continued huskily. ,,You left without a word of explication..."

,,I though if anyone, you´d understand."

,,I did, for Merlin´s sake, I did, but ... Just one word, it would... we would... maybe..."

,,I know, and I´m sorry... but there´s still a hope for ur, isn´t there?"

,, Everything´s changed."

,,I see."

,,Do you? Don´t look at me like that. That was your choice."

,,I was a child! Everything had been arrannged in my life before and then, after the war, I had to make decisions. I wasn´t prepared...I was afraid."

,,So was I. But I haven´t run away."

And than the akward silence fell on the couple.

This was Draco´s turn to speak out.

,,I have moved on, Alýra. I´m happy."

,,I heard that you got married, and that you have a child..."

,,Yes."

,,Who is the chosen one," said the girl with a perfect faked smile.

,,Granger."

,,Granger! You can´t be serious!" She was now fighting agains a wave of a bitter laughter.

,,I told you I´ve moved on."

,,It is the end, isn´t it."

Draco nodded.

,,Will you embrace me once more please."

,,No, Alýra, I would not be able to let you go."

She gave him a weak smile and turned from him to hide tears falling down her cheeks.

,,Goodbay, Draco."

,,Farewell."