Diclaimer: This is actually a fanfiction page, which suggests that everything IN this page is UNORIGINAL. For those with thick heads…THIS IS NOT MINE.
A/N: Really cute one-shot. My version of the end. Please review.
Ginny Weasley Fell as the last from her side, and Draco Malfoy stood as the last of his. His arm extended to his wand, pointing directly to where the small red-headed girl had once stood, he had killed her.
He placed his wand back in his robes, and straightened his now unusually messy platinum blonde hair. He looked around to see only corpses, including that of Volindë, the vampire princess, and the girl he once loved. That only proved the wonders, and sometimes horrors of magic, that they could surpass even immortality.
He bent down and closed her pale eyelids, afterward kissing them lightly with his bloody lips. But as he walked away, he couldn't help his eyes from falling back to the weasely girl.
Her red hair was spread messily across her face. Her freckles stained with dirt and tears, tears from when she had begged him not to kill her, and he had ignored her with a smirk on his face.
He wasn't sorry he had killed her, but he felt that she looked wrong so dirty and abandoned. He sat down beside her and placed her head on his lap. He reached for a silk handkerchief in his pockets and began to clean her face. She looked so innocent. He closed her eyes also, then removed his cloak and wrapped it around her.
Perhaps it was stupid to give his cloak to a corpse, especially when it was so cold, but it seemed like the right thing to do, and he had every right to have been driven insane.
He stood up and looked around again, still wondering why he didn't lay between them, but he saw Volindë twitch, and without hesitation he ran toward her, and picked her up in his strong arms.
He began to walk his way to the manor, and slightly before dusk, he reached his destination, there he lay her in the shadows, where the morning sun wouldn't turn her to dust.
He began to walk toward the lavender field, and when he reached it, he sat in the middle of it. A smile illuminated his face as his hands played with the tall stems of lavender. It was over.
At the thought of this he ripped out a few stems and flowers and threw them in the air as he rolled over to lay down on the field. He was laughing, How good it felt to laugh again!!!
It was all perfect. Volindë had lived, he had lived, he was laughing with so much joy that tears were sprouting from his eyes. It was over, and the sun was up.
**Wipes tears** PLEASE REVIEW!