The Dark Side of the Moon

Authors Note: All characters are based on those created by JK Rowling. I own nothing.

Draco sat at the side of the lake, looking into its almost glass-like surface. The lake seemed as deep and empty as his heart, but he knew the truth: the lake was abound with merpeople and giant squid. It all reminded him of the tri-wizard tournament. It made him think of her. Her almost perfect beauty. The ethereal glow she had around her. The way she smiled when she entered a room- making it come alive. All that was gone. She was gone.

A single icy teardrop ran down his stony face, he felt nothing, he was empty and devoid of life. He was a 17 year old boy about to leave Hogwarts, and try and make his own way in the world, yet he felt as old as the hills, he felt blank- life had no meaning for him anymore.

Hermione and him had only been dating for two years but for him, his life had started the day they had gotten together. The day their hands had met: a jolt of electricity sparking between them- taking them both by surprise. She was gone, and he was left here. Bereft and empty. Hermione, his perfect Hermione had been killed over the summer with her friend Ron Weasley.

No-one knew how it had happened- one minute she was there, vibrant, almost glowing with life, and the next, he sighed. There were those that were blaming Voldemort, but he was unsure- why would he pick out a little muggle house. But the fact remained that Ron, Hermione and her parents all lay dead from the killing curse.

He looked at the lake a little longer, and then slowly made his way back to the castle and the solace of his room. There up ahead was Hagrids hut, where they had spent their afternoons kissing and working on their potions homework. And over by the main doors was where, just last Christmas, they had been in a snowball fight and they had both ended up on the crisp, white lawn, laughing like two kids. Her picture seared his mind, her hair had been blown out of her bun and her cheeks were rosy red. And on those long, beautiful eyelashes had been the remains of a snowflake.

Draco sighed again and trudged up the long, dark staircase and into a room that was as empty as his heart.