Lynx watched as Raine Zabini walked to the Astronomy Tower, slowly following behind him. His dark skin in the light of the moon was intoxicating as he sat there, arms wrapped around his knees.

"My mother named me after the stars." Lynx whispers into the darkness, sneaking up behind him.

"Malfoy?" Raine asked confused, not sure if he recognized the voice.

"The one and only." Lynx smirks, sitting down cross-legged next to him. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"Did you take the Dark Mark?" Lynx asks bluntly, biting her bottom lip as she awaits the answers.

"No." He answers, looking down "But don't let your brother know that. I am trying to stay his enemy, it keeps him away from my father. He'd give anything to-"

"I know," Lynx answers, remembering the notes "To get back at dad."

Raine nods, "You're beautiful Lynx. You look nothing like a Malfoy."

"I get my looks from the Black side" Lynx whispers, blushing.

"You're beautiful." Raine repeats, gently pressing his lips against hers. Lynx' heart skips a beat as she savors her first kiss.

"Thank you." She whispers against his lips before kissing him back.

September 29th

Sonya,

I will bury this letter with you. I am so sorry. Hermione and I never should have let you leave. I loved you. You were the sister I never had and in being my sister I should have protected you and I didn't. For this I will never forgive myself.

Love Always,

Ginny

Hermione looked at the open casket, her arm wrapped around her husband's waist. "I can't believe it Draco." She whispers, staring down at Sonya's soft face, her white-blonde hair. She looked as if she were sleeping in her white wedding dress. Ginny had the idea that they put a white chocker necklace around her neck as well, hiding the slash.

"I know." Draco whispers, wrapping his arms around her. He couldn't do this: funerals, death, pain. They had never mentioned any of this when he had taken the Dark Mark. They had never brought up what they were doing to the other families. Slowly he led her away for them to sit with Harry and Ginny in the front row. Ron hadn't shown up, said that it'd be too hard for him. Hermione couldn't help but side with Ron, despite how much Draco had said he couldn't just forget what had happened. Ron wasn't eating, he wasn't sleeping. In fact, the only thing Ron was doing was begging Robards to let him get back out in the field, to work and kill every Death Eater he run across. The proposal had been denied.

Ginny sat there beside Hermione, staring up at the casket. Her eyes red from the days on end of crying, ten month old James cooing in her lap. "She's gone." Ginny simply whispers, choking up on the words. Hermione puts her hand on Ginny's knee just as the funeral doors fly open, a drunken Ron stumbling in.

"'er is she? I...I wan 'ee 'er. My 'onny. Ver is my 'onny." Ron screams, causing James to cry out and rain to fill the entire room, pouring down on the Weasley family, on Draco and Hermione, and on Sonya's peaceful body. Ginny grabs James, running out of the room crying with him in her arms, as Molly stands up.

"Ronald! Leave!" Molly says firmly, walking up to her son. "You are drunk and your daughter is here. This is a funeral and you can't even walk straight. Get out!"

"No. Myz 'ife is up there. I want to stand next to my 'ife." Ron looks over at Draco, who is starting to stand up to comfort his friend. "Death Eater." Ron screams, pointing his wand at Draco. "I'z goin' to kill ze 'eaf Eaters." Ron slurred.

"This is crazy." Bill whispers, standing up. "Accio wand." Ron's wand flies out of his drunken hand and into Bill's. "Now get out, go home. Sober up."

"I can't, my 'ife."

"Your fiancee is dead Weasley!" Draco yells, causing the entire room to go quiet. "Now get the hell out of here."

Slowly, Ron walks out of the funeral home, his head down with shame. As soon as the doors close again, Molly runs over wrapping her arms around Draco. "I am so sorry honey. Ronald never does that. I am so so sorry."

Gently, Draco pushes the woman away. "It's okay, I worked alongside him for years, I'm used to it. He's just being himself."