She was floating in a place that managed to be both light and dark at the same time. Little images came to her, snatches of her reality...what was left of it.

Harry...laughing at something Ginny had said.

Ron...stuffing his face and trying to talk at the same time.

Her parents... smiling at her, so proud of her accomplishments.

Professor McGonagall... eyes twinkling brightly as she fixed her favorite student's bushy hair into a loose braid.

Professor Dumbledore... sitting in a chair with Fawkes on his shoulder, smiling widely at her through his half-moon spectacles and a fire blazing behind him.

The image of the Headmaster grew bigger and bigger until all she could see were the flames dancing in front of her eyes.

Silver eyes gazed at her from the very heart of the flames, mesmerising her into it's depths.

Her breath caught in her throat as the eyes became part of a face... such an angelic face.

'Draco...'

He reached out a hand to her and, looking deeply into her eyes, smiled. His eyes twinkled happily in the maelstrom of the burning fire. She lifted a hand to catch his offered limb, entranced by his beguiling eyes.

All of a sudden, the fire washed over her, lapping at her skin and scorching her face.

Pain... she didn't feel pain. Only the most pleasurable ecstasy as the fire consumed her... body... mind... and worst of all...soul.

All that was left...

'Draco...'

A pair of smoldering grey eyes...