"If you are with me, then I will gladly go to my death and to my rest. Ah, how pleasant would my end be, if your dear, fair hands shut my faithful eyes…"

The memorial service didn't last very long, although it felt like forever to Ginny. She didn't feel it was quite fair of God to schedule Draco's funeral the day after Michael Corner's trial, but what did she know. She wasn't even sure if she believed in God, anymore.

If there was any consolation in the entire terrible situation, it was at least Michael got what he deserved - a life sentence in Azkaban. Ginny smiled grimly as she remembered the look on his face when he was introduced to the dementors. She'd done it as much for Draco as she had for herself, knowing that if he were alive he would have wanted Michael prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Before, Ginny might have cared about justice for her own sake, but since Draco's death she'd found it difficult to care about what happened to her anymore. She'd stopped eating almost entirely, so that her normally slender form was now alarmingly frail, and she spent most of her time in bed with the covers drawn up, refusing to speak with anyone. They'd all been against her coming today of course, but she refused to listen. Instead, she'd donned a plain black dress and pearls, the fanciest clothing she had, and sat in the front row like she had every right to be there. Dumbledore nodded directly at her as the entire school seated themselves. Ginny stared at her lap.

All throughout the service, Ginny acted exactly as a person at a funeral was supposed to. She listened to the eulogy. She ate the subdued-looking food. She bowed her head when it was appropriate. She did not cry. She did not speak. She did not pay her respects, because there was no one to pay her respects to. Lucius was in Azkaban where he belonged, and Draco's mother declined the invitation, preferring to hold a private funeral at her home for her son.

When it came time for the music to begin, however, Ginny lost her head completely. Striding over to where the musicians were seated, she asked the pianist if she could borrow his instrument. Looking startled, he obliged. Ginny sat down and began to play Draco's favorite song. She knew he really loved it because when she found out he'd denied it for a week, saying he would never listen to classical music. Ginny hadn't played the piano in years, but Bach had always been one of her favorites too, and this particular song, with it's haunting melody and beautiful lyrics, had stayed with her especially….

When she had finished playing, Ginny could hardly see for the tears pouring down her cheeks. She barely heard the applause as she sprinted away from the crowd, away from explanations and friends, expectations and requirements, leaving behind as well the memory of the only person she would ever love.

A/N: Not the end - one chapter left. Please leave your thoughts.