Authors Note- ok, after my cousin threatened my life, I decided to add on to this story a little. This chapter is going to focus on Draco, and what was going on in his life at the time. This picks up The day after Ginny's funeral.

Disclaimer- I do not own, or claim to own, any of the characters that you know from the book. Please don't sue me.

Italics are memories

XOXOXOXOXOX

Draco Malfoy sat in front of the fire place in his study, tumbler full of amber liquid in his hand.

"You look horrible, like you saw a ghost or something," Blaise said as he sat down across from Draco in the dark study. "Well, you know what I mean."

" I saw her today." Draco mumbled as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Blaise merely gave him an inquiring look. " In Hogsmead. She ran right into me, dropped everything. Blaise, someone hit her."

" She married Potter you know. Last month. Lu told me."

Draco shifted in his chair, took a gulp of the liquid, relished in the burning sensation, then, let a few older memories wash over him, memories of a time when he had something worth waking up for in the mornings. When he wasn't so cold, so lonely, so broken.

"Weasily"

" Malfoy."

They passed each other, to the casual on looker, the hostile greetings would have went unnoticed, but a set of misty blue eyes and a set of golden orbs caught the deeper meaning, saw the note that went from her hand to his. Those two eyes met, and melted together.

" Plans tonight?" Blaise asked as he caught up with the tall blonde.

" The same." He said in an off hand manner. " You?"

" Of course."

To the casual listener, it would seem that they could be talking about anything from homework to practice.

" You know, fire burns if you get to close." it was a gentle warning between two friends. Blaise's way of telling his friend to be careful, and to guard his emotion. How was he suppose to tell him that it was to late? That his heart was lost?

Draco started as a house elf appeard to put more logs on the fire, he watched with detached emotion as it took in his appearance, then disappeard with a pop, clearly frightened.

"Draco." Shivers went up and down his arms, his name on her lips was like forbidden fruit. Those beautiful lips that were encouraging him, pleading with him. " I love you, Draco." the whispered declaration, a loving embrace, the promise of a better tomorrow.

A single tear traced its way down a pale cheek

"But I love you, Draco!" Pain and heartbreak laced her voice. He fought the urge to give in. If this was the only good thing he could do in his life, he would do it, he would set her free.

" You have to fight for the light, Ginny. I can't do that. I don't have a choice. I love you, please, just go. Be safe. And when your fighting, don't hesitate, don't think about the people behind the masks. Aim to kill." She flung herself into his arms, soaking the front of his shirt with her salty tears, his falling and sparkling like diamonds in her hair. He Let himself take a few moments comfort in her arms before carefully pulling away.

" We could run away."

" I wont put you through that. I wont make you run for the rest of your life. I wont have you hunted. You need your family like you need air, I couldn't watch you be unhappy, and unsafe. I can't. Please, don't ask me."

Draco looked up as the door to his study opened, admitting his life long friend.

" So, it's true then. I figured I would find you here, like this. They found him."

" I expected they would."

"I'm sorry, Dray. I'm so sorry that things didn't turn out right for you."

" I'm sorry for what I did all those years ago. I could have saved her from this, Blaise." He suppressed the tears that threatened to overwhelm him.

" Could you though? You don't know that."

" I only wonder if she loved him in the end. If she truly loved him."

"She told Lu on her wedding day that she would have left everything behind for you. That she only did it on your request to be safe. She laughed, and said 'Who safer then the fucking boy who wouldn't die?' but I suppose you fixed that."

He sat in the dark living room. Waiting. He had once told her that he couldn't bare to have her hunted, but know he was the hunter, waiting for his prey. he didn't allow himself to think or feel, to do that would be to lose himself in the pain, the knowledge, and he couldn't afford to do that yet. He heard the slam of a car door, the jingle of keys, the open and shut of the front door. Then the room flooded with light.

" What the bloody hell are you doing in my house, Malfoy?" Harry's face molted with rage, the mousy brunette on his arm gave a gasp of alarm, scrambled backwards, only to find that the front door wouldn't open. They were trapped.

" Going somewhere, Mud-Blood? You know the worst thing is, she considered you one of her closest friends, she told me that once." the girl let out a strangled cry, looking for all the world like a deer caught in headlights.

" Yea, well, the last words she said was, 'you were the best fu-" Draco didn't give him the chance to finish that statement, Harry glared up at him blood pouring from his nose.

" Watch your step, Potter, or this will be more painful then I first intended, on second thought, is there anything else you would like to add to that?"

"He had that whore with him." Draco whispered.

" She was still there, She didn't say much, just stared striate ahead. I think she's in shock." Draco nodded grimly before handing over a tattered black book. At that moment a short, thin women with long silvery hair entered the room.

"What's this?" Blaise asked, the women took in the scene before her, ignoring the blood that still shimmered in the blondes hair.

"Her diary. She was afraid Harry was reading it. I remember her saying that." the woman offered.

"It says she loved him, more then life its self." Draco said as he gazed down at his hands.

"She made herself believe she did. She pretended he was you while she could, before she realized what a monster he was, before she found out that she couldn't get away. that's why it says 'A year we dated, and we were so in love. But were we really ever in love?' She was confused, she couldn't remember if those feelings were for him, or if she created them. But what I don't understand is why you killed him?"

"He would have never been punished. We all know that. He was above the law. I gave him my most precious possession, the only thing that I could ever let myself love, and he broke it. So I broke him."

"What are you going to do now?"

" There's nothing left for me to do. I have nothing to go on for."

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Blaise and Luna stood over the graves. Beside Ginny's four day old grave was a fresh mound of dirt the head stone reads, 'Draco Xander Malfoy with his beloved at last'.