The Most Profound Thing
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything, but I definitely own this piece of writing! J.K Rowling owns all the characters and stuff.
A/N This is a little piece I did ages ago about funerals and sadness and stuff.
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The most profound thing about the funeral of Draco Edward Malfoy was not his mother and her cold, hard grief, or his school rival, Harry Potter, sitting in the church not knowing to do with his hands, or even the fact that, though he was a Slytherin, he was no longer hated by everyone he knew.
No, it wasn't these things.
It was the young woman sitting in the front row with silent tears streaming down her face.
It was the young woman kneeling on the ground by his grave afterwards, running her hand along the inscription in the cold, grey marble.
It was the young woman crying for her family's greatest enemy, and her secret lover.
Sitting in the snow, she knelt before the grave and cried, great racking sobs that made her whole body shake. Her brother and his wife watched from nearby, but she wouldn't let them come near her.
She was immersed in her grief, and she didn't want to come back to the real world.
It would hurt too much, the knowledge that she would have to carry on living without him, without the love he had given, love that had carried her through such hard times to better ones.
On a chain around her neck she wore the ring he had given her before he left, the ring he had promised she would wear as a wedding ring someday.
But someday hadn't come.
Someday would never come and he had broken his promise.
Why? she had asked herself time and again.
Why had it been him?
She hadn't found the answer, and she knew she never would.
"I love you" she whispered, holding the chain to her lips and kissing the ring.
She ran her hand along his name, carved into the marble headstone, and the inscription underneath.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"
Those were their words. They were the words that constantly reminded them that, in the end, all the hardship and all the pain would be worth it.
But it hadn't been.
The pain and the hardship were worse than ever now.
There hadn't been any fairytale ending for them.
He had gone to the war and he would not be coming home.
She had stopped crying now, and her face was set, no emotion showing but for the sadness in her eyes.
"Goodbye, my love" she said for the last time, before finally standing and walking towards where her brother waited.
"You're so young" her brother whispered. "You don't deserve this" Looking up at her brother, the young woman's eyes were so full of grief that tears welled in her brother's eyes upon looking at them.
"C'mon sis, lets go to the car. Dad's waiting" he said, placing a comforting hand on her arm.
The woman nodded and turned, walking silently to the car where her parents waited. Her brother and his wife were behind her.
As Ginny Weasley reached her father's car, she took one last look at the snow covered cemetery, before getting into the back seat.
'Goodbye Draco', she thought to herself. 'I'll never forget you, ever'
And the car drove off.
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A/N So, you like?! If so, pleez review, cuz it would mean a lot! No flames tho, cuz I really get upset, even when it's other people getting flamed! Yeah, I know I'm a hopeless case, but hey!
By the way, not everyone hates Draco anymore because he went out with Ginny so that's that sorted out. Oh, and I wrote this before I decided Draco couldn't do light (like I said, no offence to people who write those) so that's why Ginny isn't dark. I couldn't be bothered to rewrite it!
Pleez R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything, but I definitely own this piece of writing! J.K Rowling owns all the characters and stuff.
A/N This is a little piece I did ages ago about funerals and sadness and stuff.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The most profound thing about the funeral of Draco Edward Malfoy was not his mother and her cold, hard grief, or his school rival, Harry Potter, sitting in the church not knowing to do with his hands, or even the fact that, though he was a Slytherin, he was no longer hated by everyone he knew.
No, it wasn't these things.
It was the young woman sitting in the front row with silent tears streaming down her face.
It was the young woman kneeling on the ground by his grave afterwards, running her hand along the inscription in the cold, grey marble.
It was the young woman crying for her family's greatest enemy, and her secret lover.
Sitting in the snow, she knelt before the grave and cried, great racking sobs that made her whole body shake. Her brother and his wife watched from nearby, but she wouldn't let them come near her.
She was immersed in her grief, and she didn't want to come back to the real world.
It would hurt too much, the knowledge that she would have to carry on living without him, without the love he had given, love that had carried her through such hard times to better ones.
On a chain around her neck she wore the ring he had given her before he left, the ring he had promised she would wear as a wedding ring someday.
But someday hadn't come.
Someday would never come and he had broken his promise.
Why? she had asked herself time and again.
Why had it been him?
She hadn't found the answer, and she knew she never would.
"I love you" she whispered, holding the chain to her lips and kissing the ring.
She ran her hand along his name, carved into the marble headstone, and the inscription underneath.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"
Those were their words. They were the words that constantly reminded them that, in the end, all the hardship and all the pain would be worth it.
But it hadn't been.
The pain and the hardship were worse than ever now.
There hadn't been any fairytale ending for them.
He had gone to the war and he would not be coming home.
She had stopped crying now, and her face was set, no emotion showing but for the sadness in her eyes.
"Goodbye, my love" she said for the last time, before finally standing and walking towards where her brother waited.
"You're so young" her brother whispered. "You don't deserve this" Looking up at her brother, the young woman's eyes were so full of grief that tears welled in her brother's eyes upon looking at them.
"C'mon sis, lets go to the car. Dad's waiting" he said, placing a comforting hand on her arm.
The woman nodded and turned, walking silently to the car where her parents waited. Her brother and his wife were behind her.
As Ginny Weasley reached her father's car, she took one last look at the snow covered cemetery, before getting into the back seat.
'Goodbye Draco', she thought to herself. 'I'll never forget you, ever'
And the car drove off.
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A/N So, you like?! If so, pleez review, cuz it would mean a lot! No flames tho, cuz I really get upset, even when it's other people getting flamed! Yeah, I know I'm a hopeless case, but hey!
By the way, not everyone hates Draco anymore because he went out with Ginny so that's that sorted out. Oh, and I wrote this before I decided Draco couldn't do light (like I said, no offence to people who write those) so that's why Ginny isn't dark. I couldn't be bothered to rewrite it!
Pleez R&R!