"Help me."
She heard the soft groan nearby, and walked toward it slowly. Looking over him, Ginny choked back a sob. On the ground, Draco Malfoy lay dying, the red of his blood contrasting starkly with his pale skin.
He winced as he shifted, and sighed as he looked up to her. "Oh…It's you," he moved his hand from his stomach and glanced down to it; red dropped onto his once immaculate robes. "A sword," his said softly, scoffing. "Can you imagine?"
The sword of Godric Gryffindor, Ginny remembered seeing it earlier in the battle. It had come out of nowhere, meant to destroy the last Horcrux. Instead it had destroyed a human. "I'll take you to a Healer," she told him, preparing to lift him up. "I don't have a wand to Apparate, so--"
"No," Draco interrupted, wincing as he shifted again. "It's too late."
"Let me find your father then--"
"There's no time," he told her, stopping her in her tracks.
"Tell me what to do," she begged him. She didn't know how to handle this.
"Stay with me," it was barely a whisper, but still she could hear that it held all of the meaning in the world. Ginny dropped to her knees and rested her hand on his, nodding. "I wish…" he trailed off, turning his head and surveying the damage of the battle from their place on the top of the hill. "Why did I live like that?" he asked her.
Ginny had often wondered this about him. She, too, had never come up with an answer.
"I wish I could take it back," he told her as a tear slipped down his cheek. "I have so many regrets," Draco took a deep breath and sighed, closing his eyes.
Ginny took a shaky breath, on the verge of losing her control on her emotions. "Why won't you let me help you? You can fix your life."
He shook his head again. "Too late," he repeated. "It's too late for me to fix anything, I've mucked it up so badly. I'm just so tired of fighting."
Ginny pushed the hair out of his face and cupped his cheek with her hand. Leaning down, she placed a soft kiss on his cool forehead. "Rest," she breathed to him. He closed his eyes a final time, bringing his hand up to touch hers. He nodded slowly, took one more breath, and went still.
She stood, and turned away. Walking away from his body, Ginny took a deep breath, blinking back her tears furiously. She didn't want to shed them now. Not for him.
He wasn't hers to mourn for.