Author's Note: It's finished!! At long last, the story is finished. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)
I may write another story in the future but I have no idea what it would be about. I'll elt you know! Expect more OneShots though, those are fun. Sorry it had to end this way, but the idea just wrote itself, really. Maybe I'll write another story where they both live...

Epilogue

The week leading up to the funeral had seen Ginny confined to her dormitory room, of her own free will. She refused to see or speak to anyone, and would only allow the house-elves to grace her presence. She refused to eat the food they sent up until one day her mother managed to get inside and saw how weak her daughter looked. She forced her to eat, but respected her daughter's wishes to be left alone.

Ginny had decided not to go to the funeral, she wanted to say goodbye to Draco when there weren't hundreds of witches and wizards around. There was so much she needed to say to him, and she wished so badly that he had not been taken away from her so soon.

The next morning, Ginny walked down to the area of school grounds that had been set aside for the graves of the fallen. In her hand was a dried black rose, the one that Draco had given her after their first and only fight. He had secreted it away for her when she had missed the Halloween feast, which was when her father had been kidnapped and tortured by Draco's father.

She bent down to touch the soft ground atop Draco's grave, and whispered to him.

"Draco, I can't believe you're gone." Tears started flowing down her cheeks, but that did not stop her from saying what she wanted to say.

"I know you're out there, somewhere, your spirit. I hope you can hear me, wherever your soul is." She swallowed hard, and continued. "That day in the library, I wanted to tell you something so important, but we never did get the chance to continue our conversation. I regret not trying to tell you sooner, I wish I hadn't waited til that day in the library."

Ginny paused for a few seconds to gather her wits. "I don't know how it happened, or why, but I've come to love you over time. And I wasn't sure if you felt the same. I guess you proved it when you didn't let your father kill me. But did you have to pay for it with your life?"

Angrily, Ginny continued. "I had such high hopes for us! We were to spend the summer together, celebrating the fall of the Dark Lord. We would laugh and have fun, we would love each other, and my family would learn to love you, too! We would be inseparable."

She sobbed, and managed to choke out, "…But you were so desperate to make sure I survived that in the end you paid with such desperate measures. And now you've left me all alone!"

"I need you, Draco. I need you more than ever. Who's going to comfort me now that Charlie's gone? Who's going to comfort me now that you're gone?"

With a sigh, Ginny rose from her perch at Draco's graveside. "I suppose this is goodbye, dear friend... Rest in peace, love."

Ginny placed the dried black rose on top of Draco's freshly made grave and touched the tombstone in front of her with her fingers.

"I love you Draco, and one day we'll meet again. I'll live for you, but I wish you hadn't died for me."

With that, Ginny walked away from where Draco lay six feet under, and made her way back to the castle. Finals were a week away and Ginny would be finishing her sixth year at Hogwarts. It was the most memorable year she had had thus far, and she would never ever forget the Boy-Who-Had-Died.