"It wasn't your fault."

"What wasn't?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Do I?"

"Don't do this, please."

"Wasn't, though? Wasn't it my fault? I was the only one who could have stopped it."

"Nothing you could have said or done would have changed it and you know it."

"Perhaps your right. I don't know anymore. I don't know anything anymore."

"Come home. Everyone misses you. Life isn't the same without you."

"I don't belong there anymore."

"You belong with those who love you."

"Look in my eyes and tell me I belong with them, with you. I am dead! I should not have survived. I have no place with the living."

"You don't belong here."

"You belong with those who love you."

"You said that already."

"Let us love you; let us take care of you; let us teach how to live again."

"Do you really think you can?"

"It isn't like you give up."

"You don't belong here."

"They've tried to send me home, you know."

"Yes, I know. You refused to eat. You refused to sleep. You almost killed yourself, staring out that window. If you would only come to the Burrow; let us look after you..."

"Do you really think you could do anything the doctors can't? Do think you can tell me anything they haven't? Do you really think it would make a difference?"

"It would if you let it."

"There is no point."

"He wouldn't want you to live like this, you know."

"He isn't here to see it, is he?"

"It wasn't your fault."

"You keep repeating yourself."

"He made his choice, Gin. He made it for you."

"And that is what makes it my fault."

"He loved you. He did what he needed to do so that you would be safe, so that your world would be safe."

"He could have taken me with him."

"He loved you."

"And I loved him! He saw me when no one else did! He needed me when I felt useless! He walked away from me and DIED!"

"Come home."

"I have no home."

"Don't waste his sacrifice."

"I am nothing. I am noone. I died the moment he drew his last breath. Noone had to tell me what had happened. I knew. There is nothing without him."

"I'm sorry."

"So am I."

"I'll see you next month."

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry I can't come home."

"I know."

"Well?"

"Still nothing."

"Maybe next month."

"Yeah, Ron, maybe next month."

"You aren't going to give up, are you?"

"No, Hermione, I'll visit her every month for the rest of my life and every month I'll tell her the same thing and ask her the same thing and every month she'll answer the same way. She doesn't want to live, Hermione, and until she does it won't matter what I say."

Draco Malfoy had learned that Harry Potter was walking into a trap. Rather than send a warning, which would have taken too long, he went to the battle field himself. He sacrificed his life and made it possible for the Order of the Pheonix to win the war. Ginevra Weasley collapsed in the Burrow not fifteen minutes after he had left and a full hour before anyone returned with the death count. She has been in the long term care ward at St. Mungo's ever since. No one has gotten the full story out of her. No one knows how the Slytherin and the Gryffindor had come to know each other. No one knows how the Weasley and the Malfoy had come to trust each other. No one knows how Ginevra and Draco had come to fall in love. Everyone knows that it was that love which led Draco to the light and resulted in the downfall of the Dark Lord.
A/N a one shot.