Only the Strong
She was quiet, her face pale, her eyes full of a terrible sadness that ripped at his heart. His hands shook and he clenched them, trying to make the shaking stop, but it wouldn't go away.
"Only the strong survive," he muttered, his eyes bright with emotion.
"Avada Kedavra," the voice said, and the words were so emotionless that it made Draco want to scream. She shouldn't be killed like this, he thought, not in this cold nothingness. She deserves better, if they're going to kill her why aren't they angry at her, how can they be so cold and kill someone like that?
She was not shaking, and she turned her head a fraction of an inch. Her eyes met his and he realized the extent of her love for him.
Then she crumpled to the floor, dead.
"Only the strong survive," he muttered, and horrified, he realized he had been muttering it all along. He tried to stop but the words came back, his mantra, the life he had chosen. "Only the strong survive..."
A/N: Characters not mine. D/G.