Disclaimer: I no own anything except the plot...
Summary: She never smiles because then she remembers all those moment when she walked away from him without one.
Pairings: HP/DM Not slash!
She stares at the empty spot on the bed beside her every night before she goes to bed.
She watches the door to the coffee shop every morning, waiting for someone who will never come.
She glares at the spot in the alley that's so devoid of angry voices.
Oh what a fool she was.
All those times she'd walked away in anger.
What she wouldn't give to have just one more minute of overprotectiveness.
One more minute of anger.
One more minute of tense silence.
She can't feel anything anymore.
Not even enough to feel sadness.
She hasn't smiled since that night.
She didn't even tell him she loved him.
She did though.
She loves the blonde prat with all her broken, shattered heart.
His stupid morning rituals and confidence exercises.
His arrogant manner and his biting wit.
His love of pumpkin pasties and his old-fashioned romanticism.
Tears prick her bright Avada Kedavra green eyes as she thinks about him.
He didn't even have a chance.
The corners of her mouth curve upwards the smallest of increments as she looks forward.
Steps forward.
Falls forward.
Then down.
Malfoys might not do a lot of things.
But Potters never break their promises.
I'm coming, Draco.
After all, what is our love if not doomed to be a tragedy?
…
You're a bloody prat. You know that right?
AN: Interpret this how you will. It just sort of came out onto my computer as sad and depressing word vomit.
-MW