Character - Daphne Greengrass

Prompt - Bed

Pairing - Daphne/Blaise

A Reason For Living

I see him lying on the floor, but my eyes must be telling me lies, because he can't be dead. He can't be. What would I do without him? He's my rock, and without him, I am nothing.

We met years ago, before we came to Hogwarts. Our mother's are friends. By Merlin, I hated him with a passion at the time. He was an arrogant little jerk, so full of himself I asked him if he was having an affair with the mirror. He loathed me just as much, hated that I was as 'pretty' as him. We got over it a little as we got older, helping each other instead. He helped me learn about make up and how to wear my hair, I helped him not to look so pretty, and instead to become the handsome man he is.

When we got to Hogwarts, we were happy to be sorted into the same house, and Slytherin became our home. We watched as some of our year mates, Draco and Pansy in particular, sank into the darkness that Voldemort had long since made our house known for. They argued and fought with the Gryffindors, bullied the Hufflepuffs and more or less left the Ravens alone. We sunk into the background, making friends with a few others but staying more or less with just the two of us.

We were the best of friends. Somewhere in that friendship, we realised no one would ever make us happier that each other, that we each loved the other more completely than we could ever love someone else. We started dating in our fifth year, though not much changed between us. Kissing was added, but we already held hands and hugged all of the time anyway, so nobody paid any mind. That was the way we liked it.

When Voldemort returned, our families decided to stay neutral, the same way they did in the previous war. We got some trouble from Draco's gang for that, they wanted us to join them, promised us so much power if we would just agree to take the mark. We said no, there was no way were we, purebloods, going to bow to a half blood with idea's of grandeur.

When we were called to the hall in out seventh year, when we heard that Potter was back, hope glimmered for both of us. Neither of us wanted the fighting to continue, would be quite happy if Voldemort died, so we could live our lives in peace, together. The battle waged, and we tried to get away, but the passage was blocked by the time we had battled our way through the halls.

Blaise told me he wanted to fight, but I told him no. We'd find somewhere to hide, to stay safe until the battle was over. If Potter won, we would be able to live our lives as we chose to, and if Voldemort won, we could find away to escape, to get out of the country and start over elsewhere. As long as we survived and were together nothing could go wrong.

But he didn't listen. He told me he was going to fight for his right to freedom, and he was running away from me before I could stop him. I fought my way after him, but I couldn't find him. I looked everywhere, taking down death eater's as I did. I may have not wanted to fight, but that didn't mean I couldn't. I watched Voldemort and Potter in the Great Hall, watched as Potter won, catching the wand that sailed toward him, but I still couldn't find Blaise.

Tracy grabbed my arm, pulling me through the hall to where the bodies were laid out, and I saw him. But that couldn't be him. It couldn't. Because Blaise can't be dead. He wouldn't leave me like that.

Tracy caught me as my legs gave way from under me. She pulled me into a hug as I screamed, as I cried for him. He promised me we would get married, he promised we would get a house in the country, and he promised me he would always be there.

"Daphne, he's gone. I'm so, so sorry."

Those words haunt me, they fill my dreams, I hear them every time someone speaks. Every time I close my eyes, I see him, lying on the floor, looking like he's simply sleeping. He left me, and I don't know how to live without him.

xxxxx

He left me a present, one neither of us knew about. A few weeks after the battle, a few weeks where I had barely managed to get out of bed, I started to feel ill. My Mother and Father were worried about me, so they called out a healer. What the healer told me, while leaving us all amazed, brought the first smile to my face since that horrible night.

Blaise made sure his legacy will continue with me, and I will live for him, and for his son, who is growing in me. In seven months, I'll greet the little boy who will become my rock, my reason for living, and I'll tell him all about his daddy, a good man who fought for the world that his son will grow up in.

Blaise will live on in him, and that in turn gives me reason to keep living.

Written for the Monthly Oneshot Competition for Prompt #63 Bed