He sat, lonely and old, in his rocker by the window. His brow was moistened by perspiration for the day was hot. The air, soothing his warmth, flew in through the open window, occasionally blowing in a leaf, gold in autumn's light, all of which fell lazily onto the floor.
He bent down, with all the energy he could muster, to retrieve a leaf. He stared at it idly, his gray eyes glazed over, an air of nostalgia about his behavior. Its color reminded him of her. Her eyes were golden brown, like the very leaf he was holding.
He heard her voice still, in the night, with the wind raging and his heart thumping uncomfortably in his chest. His frail hands shook with remembrance and he shut his eyes tightly. He saw her, as she was, still practically a child, only seventeen. She had been swift, light, full of boundless energy that was contagious. He found himself falling in love with the young girl all over again, still just as forbidden.
Except this time, what was stopping him from falling into her clutches was merely his own head. She was dead. He would not fall in love with someone who was gone. And before, she had been beneath him. She had been good. She had been kind. She had been all the things he was not and never would be. She was free.
She died for love, something he would have not dared to do. She died for him. She died for him. All those years ago, and he could still remember the pain; the piercing, shocking, excruciating pain when he had found her on the floor, blue lipped and cold. He found the letter, which he had only ever let his own eyes read.
Now he had become some kind of male spinster. He had never gone on a date after her, and now here he sat, lonely and old, in his rocker by the window.
She was still on his mind, her seventeen year old self forever preserved in his mind.
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A/N This was something that just came out. I know it's short and everything, but I thought it was sort of sweet, an old Draco, you know? Well, I hope you like it. Please review!