I love you. Those three words are in my mind as I walk towards him. The love of my life, Draco Malfoy. Even through the sadness of losing Harry and Ron in the war, I will never be happy again unless I let my feelings out. I will either walk away happy, or even sadder than I am now. But I'm willing to take that chance.
I stand behind him and tap on his shoulder. He turns away from the plant he stares at; he is alone now, too. "What do you want, Granger?" He asks with far less malice than he used to. I see a deeper sadness than he shows deep in those silver eyes of his. I clear my throat. "Draco," I begin, "through the war we have both lost loved ones, I my friends and family, and you yours, but through this sadness I have realized that there is one thing that might bring me happiness in these dark times." He stares, blankly, at me. "And what's that?" He asks halfheartedly.
"Draco, I like you, I always have, but have to shy to tell you. If you accept me, you will be the person who brings joy back into my life." I say to him. His eyes show a hint of something that I can't place. But soon it is replaced by a menacing stare. "Why should I believe you? No one ever liked me, not you, not anybody. This is probably a trick to make me look like a fool." He said, turning away. "Draco!" I shout after him. "Don't call me Draco, Granger!" He shouts over his shoulder as he walks away. I feel the tears start to pour out of my eyes as the truth seeps in.
I am truly, utterly alone in the world.