Watching

There is something about him. Something about the way he walks, his hands gliding silently by his side. Perhaps it is the way he stares, how his eyes bore holes into yours and you're stuck, forever holding his gaze before you force yourself to tear away from the beautiful sight. Maybe it's his silence, rarely uttering a word unless necessary.

You may call it weird, stupid or even bizzare. But I find it to be quite intriguing.

Now, as I watch, concealed by the trees that surround us, I see him. His pale skin stands out from the greens and browns of the forest. My skin blemished with freckles is nothing compared to his flawless complexion.

His eyes... they're like nothing I have ever seen before. They're sharp, quick... watching. Crystalline blue eyes taking in every aspect of his surroundings. Except me. He cannot see me.

I would love to step out from behind my tree and embrace him, to hold him close. But I dare not. It would not be right. And I would suffer most dearly if I were to do so.

I see him brush a lock of fair hair slowly out of his eyes. He's looking down at something. I peer out, but it is hidden behind his figure. He turns his head sharply, and I see the grieved look on his face, his eyes filled with sorrow. He looks unsure and unwilling... unwilling to believe. He wipes the tears from his face, though we both know there will be more.

He bends down and places something on the ground before him, and then steps to the side.

A gravestone. A cross. A rose.

I do not need to move any closer to read the plaque. I have been here many times before. The words are imprinted in my brain.

Hermione Rosalie Granger

1983 - 2004

Devoted wife, mother and best friend.

May she rest in piece.

He weeps silently standing there, his eyes staring unblinkingly at the stone before him. I feel something build up inside of me. I want desperately to help him, to relieve him of this pain, to fix it all. But I fear it is too late for me. I had my chance and I lost it. Just as I had lost my best friend. There's nothing I can do now; only watch.

A/N - Can you figure out who's who? If not, the guy is Draco, Hermione is his dead wife and Ginny is Draco's ex, now watching over him as he grieves the death of his wife.

Now that's cleared up, I just wanted to say that this is completely different to anything I have ever written before. Please be kind, review!

Marauders Gal