A/N: Hope you enjoy this! Been wanting to put it up... just not had time until now! It's been sitting on my comp for months!

This is a G/D oneshot, in Draco's p.o.v. He is in Azkaban, after the downfall of Lord Voldemort.

So yeah, please review :)

Poem is called 'Fire and Ice,' by Robert Frost.

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Fire & Ice:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.

It's so cold here. There's no windows; no sunlight. Three of the four walls are damp stone, covered in slime. The door is made of vertical iron bars and Draco can see into the cell across from him.

He's glad there's no one inside it.

He had barely been able to believe it, when they'd caught him. The Dark Lord is dead, and Harry's won, Ron Weasley had told him. He'd hauled Draco roughly down the dank corridor in between the cells, and shoved him through the door of his own.

When Draco heard those bars slam home, he made no move. He stood perfectly still, where Weasley had left him, with his head held high.

Because Weasley was still there, he knew.

Ron said, "This is what they call fate, Malfoy."

"No Weasley, this is what they call you, getting your own back."

He could practically hear Ron's frown of suspicion, then Weasley replied, "Harry's given the order for you to be executed, so you're right, Malfoy. It is me, getting my own back."

Then he was walking away.

Draco called after him, "Saint Potter will never go through with it. He won't kill me! He's too weak! He's too noble! He's too Gryffindor!"

Ron made no reply, and Draco listened to his fading footsteps. He knew full well what Weasley's reply would have been; If Harry could kill Voldemort, he could kill Draco, no question.

No question.

Draco didn't sleep that night, nor the night after that, nor all the night's after. He tossed and turned on his tiny cot bed and wondered as to whether it was day or night, or dawn or dusk. He asked one of his guards, but the man ignored him. He probably would have lied, anyway, Draco told himself.

He didn't like the thought of that. He wished he knew why.

And then, one day, (which could have been night), a visitor came to him.

She studied him through the bars, and he studied her right back.

Finally, she whispered, "Why are you here, Malfoy?"

He smirked, "Dark things live in dark places."

Then he said, "What time is it?"

"It's about an hour after midnight."

He laughed, beacause he knew it!

"And why are you here?" he suddenly demanded.

"I came to inform you that this will be your last night here. At sunrise, you will be executed, along with all the other convicted Death Eaters."

That didn't surprise him.

She said, "Farewell, Draco."

Then she walked away.

He called after her, just like he had done as her brother had left him, so many millions of years ago.

"And what's going to happen to you, Ginevra?"

Her voice floated back to him, "I will live."

"Without me?"

"Without you."

But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great,

And would suffice.

Wow, it's been ages since I've posted so I hope you enjoyed!

Please R & R! Happy New Year everyone!

Love, FireAtWill52.