Draco's searching for something. For someone. Years rush by; a split second, a blink of his eye. There's no magic running through his veins anymore. Not in this life. Immortality, in the end, always comes with a price.

He finds her grave, finally, withered and forgotten. He doesn't look back, but he can't forget either.

There's still the smell of her kiss and Hogwarts' library on his lips.