Title: The Unchosen One
Inspiration: All the Right Moves - OneRepublic
Summary: When Potter has all - what does that make Draco?
Potter. Potter. Potter. It was always Potter. Always Potter that got everything - headmaster's favorite, Mr. Popular, adventure, hero - and he had her.
Potter had everything he never did - friends, love, strength, bravery.
It was worst after the war, having lost the little he'd held on to before. He moped down by the lake - only thing he'd ever been good at, moping.
"It's always him - always!" Draco yelled, frustrated. He threw the nearest pebble at the water, watching it sink with a tiny splash.
"Dr-Draco?" She came timidly out of the shadows. He whirled around, angry at his being watched without knowing - it was her.
His anger at the intruder vanished instantly, replaced by anger at himself for letting her see him let go.
She'd never respect him after this. Never.
"What do you-"
Cutting him off by drawing near and placing a hand on his mouth, she beckoned for him to sit down. He obliged, and she placed her hands on shoulders, pressuring him until he lay his head in her lap, somewhat uncertainly.
They stayed like that for a while, silent.
"I'm here if you ever - need to talk, okay? Don't forget that." She bent down, kissing him softly. Without another word, she slipped away, leaving him to his own thoughts.
Maybe Potter didn't have everything. Maybe he had more than he thought. And maybe he wasn't going down, after all.