A/N: Many, many thanks to all of you who reviewed. It means so much to me. And, okay, I'll admit it: this drabble is very, very odd. I know with the prompt, there were SO many possibilities for fluff, or a sweet romantic scene, or a happy ending. But, this idea called out to me, and I'm so sorry if you don't think it's any good, so please excuse it if you don't. But, enjoy this one anyway :)
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.:Live to Love:.
.x. music .x.
When she was gone, the music stopped.
It was like we were dancing to our own rhythm, beat, pace. No one else mattered, but no one else cared, either. Because when we were together, we were just one. It didn't matter if we were in a crowded classroom, or eating in the Great Hall, or going head to head in a fierce Quidditch match.
We were together, and it was all that mattered.
It wasn't like we ever officially 'got together'. It was simply a gradual development of our relationship into a more romantic route. Being best friends – and enemies – we would shoot back funny quips and sarcastic remarks every chance we got. And eventually, all those jibes turned to flirty questions and sweet terms of endearment.
Nobody asked anybody out to strike up the awareness of 'us'. We had our first electrifying kiss in the magical creatures section of the library after studying for hours and hours. I didn't know how or why, but she ended up with her legs wrapped around my waist and took it from there. We never went on any dates or special trips or anything. It was just hanging out like we always did, with a little more added spark.
It was our own special rhythm, set to our own special song.
When I finally met her father after two years of whatever we were doing, he engraved it into stone, put it quite blatantly: "You're dating this Malfoy, Rosie?" And she turned to look at me, wondering what this meant, but I only shrugged, telling her with my eyes to just respond with what her heart told her – which meant, of course, that we were an item.
So she nodded, and it turned out okay, despite this label of 'boyfriend, girlfriend' we were given. We stayed strong for a very long time, but had the occasional upside-downs and break-ups like any regular couple. Just simple misunderstandings blown up to heightened arguments, like whose pumpkin juice was whose, and why we had only been together once that week. Simple things that would have been sifted over with any normal couple.
But we weren't exactly normal, were we?
We hated to be apart, visiting each other only briefly over the breaks for holidays we had during our schooling at Hogwarts. It was like her presence made me complete, and mine made her whole. Just like two interlocked jigsaw puzzle pieces, we didn't fit anywhere else where the other wasn't. Hogwarts was simply a mess for that reason, and we were only too happy to throw our wizard's hats in the air on graduation night.
After our education, we bought a house nearby her parents' – I was only too happy to get away from mine – and I proposed to her not two days later with her father's approval. She cried yes, and the one time I had to be apart from her – right before she was to walk down that long church aisle – made me question everything up to that point.
Why were we doing such a common, normal thing when we were so different than everyone else? Why were we going to be joined in holy matrimony when it didn't matter if we were bound together with a priest's words or not, because we'd be together forever anyway?
But when I watched the church doors creak open, and saw the shining, brilliant look in her eyes, all the confusion floated away. Because, that that moment, I knew it was our thing, another beat added to our rhythm.
We lived happily together for another thirty years, until when she came down with a deadly disease. It was the single time I had ever seen her scared or uncomfortable around me. And I held her hand and told her we'd get through this, I'd be with her forever in life and death, and that our bond was simply too strong that it was impossible for her to leave me. She just smiled and patted my hand sympathetically.
When she died, the music stopped abruptly. It wasn't gradual, or a steep decline down. It was jerky and sudden, as soon as her body was an empty shell. One of those moments when the camera zooms in on you, watching to see what you would do next, mocking, now that the one you loved was gone.
Suddenly, the house was too small for my comfort. The eccentric décor seemed too bright and odd. All the weird paintings of witches and wizards felt out of place. At that moment, when she left my world, I felt the color draining from my face when I came to single sick realization that would change my life forever.
The music was her. And she was gone.
Dead was the music.
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