Freezing Pain
The ice was cold against Draco's back. His robes were soaked and by rights he should have been shivering uncontrollably. But he was still. Utterly and entirely still, not a movement in his being save for a few strands of blond hair that fluttered across his face, lifted by the breeze that chilled him to the bone. His mouth was turned up in a slight smile as he gazed at the sky above him. Dusk was falling, and stars were appearing, dotting the inky blue, like lost souls wandering through the heavens.
In his hand he clutched a pair of round glasses with black frames. There was a small crack across the left lens that was filled with a dark red substance that appeared to have dried there. Draco turned his head to one side, crushing the glasses with his hand. The inexpertly made lenses broke, ripping through his numb skin. A small river of brightly coloured blood spilt out onto the ice, making frost patterns in the cracks. Draco felt nothing, but began crying silently, tears falling from crystalline grey eyes onto the ice, part freezing on his cheeks.
Hermione found him the following morning. His body was frozen onto the ice, a smile still ghosting his immovable lips. He looked like an angel, golden and pale, fallen from heaven only to meet destruction and death. She knelt beside him, noting the broken glasses irretrievably clutched in his frozen hand, sobbing gently at the sight of Harry's blood on the lenses. She took forced the note from Draco's frozen pocket, using her own body heat to melt his clothes sufficiently.
'I'll join him in Hell.'
She dropped the note and cupped Draco's dead face in her hand, crying softly for Draco, for Harry, for love fought for and lost. And she wept for herself. She wept for being left behind to deal with the aftermath of the tragedy. She wept for being alone.
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