This is a one-shot. I wrote this just the other night... What do you think? -Naomi
I walked down the battle field, my hand clasped tightly to my mouth. Thousands, I saw, dead. Many I knew personally, and some, I hand merely glanced at. So many, though, I knew. I ran a hand through my fazzeled hair as I knelt beside my best friend and first love. Ron. I wiped a salty tear from my cheek as I touched his stone cold cheek. It was so cold. And his face, oh, his expression. Fear. Nothing like it had truly been in life. I looked at the young man beside him, the one who had sacrificed his life to save us all.
As I stood, I felt and hand drape my shoulder. I turned and was met with stormy eyes. Oh, those I eyes I had so long missed. I knew those eyes so well. So well, indeed. So many prebattle nights, we would sit in from of a cheery fire and talk for hours and hours. So many amornings, waking up to thoses eyes.
"Mione, there are so many lost." His voice was soft. He wrapped and arm around me waist and his golden hair glowed by the moonlight.
My fist found his tattered robe and gripped it. I let my face fall to his chest and I cried. Oh, how I so needed to cry. To cry away my pain. My sorrow. My guilt. Survivors Guilt. I how I longs to rid myself of it. But I knew, Oh, yes, I knew, I could never rid of it.
I felt his hand on my head, running through my hair. It was comfort. We were the only ones left now. At least, from the Young Order. Hogwarts was no more, but a pile of rubble. Its hard to look back on our last seven years there.
"Draco... Where were you? Why weren't you here... when I needed you." My voice was small and muffled agianst his tattered shirt.
"I was here. I was. You might not have seen me, but I was here." He kissed my forehead and pulled a thick jacket off his arm. "Its cold. Nearly New Years. Here." I was engulfed in his jacket
I breathed in his Aramani sent. Oh how I loved that smell, it was always comfort. He placed his hand under my chin and turned my eyes to meet his. His lips captured mine with imprisoned passion. We broke apart and I looked back before we apparated home. I would always miss them. And I will always remember them in my new life, as Mrs. Malfoy.