Harry Potter sat in the front row of the funeral of Draco Malfoy. In the ground they laid the silver-hair youth to sleep.
"Potter." The Slytherin Head stopped the dark-haired boy before he left the funeral that day.
"What is it?" Harry asked dully.
"He left this for you." Snape told Harry and left after it was accepted.
A letter. He ripped the envelope open and unfolded its contents.
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this, I am dead. If you know I'm dead, then I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being the hero. But I did it because I love you. I know that doesn't make sense but it's true. Every row we had, it was because I wanted to talk to you. I couldn't tell you then. If you don't feel the same, just rip up this letter, burn it and forget about it. Just live and be happy.
Love always,
Draco Malfoy
That night Harry sat in front of the fireplace in curled up in Draco's chair.
rip rip rip
The bitts of the torn up letter were tossed into the fireplace.
"Thank you Professor Snape… but I know that he didn't write it." Harry smiled as he spoke loudly enough for the Professor to hear behind the cracked door.
Severus simple bowed his head and smiled somberly before he walked off down the hall. Harry folded up the Marauder's map.
"Mischief managed." Tapped the wand against the paper.
A single tear escaped from an emerald prison.
"Draco… I love you. Wait for me."
A wand was raised.
"Avada Kedavra"
And an emerald light burned out…
On the only scrap of parchment left read Harry's last and only request.
Burry me beside Draco.
Author's Note: I'm sorry, it was really depressing I know. But I loved it. . I hoped you did too. Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you!