Prettiest Thing - Draco
Draco found himself at a part on a glass inclosed roof with a thunderstorm raging above them. Most of the quests were watching the light show in the sky as if it were planned just for them.
"Isn't it the prettiest thing you've ever seen?" One of the ladies asked another.
"It's magnificent!" the other answered, "But I prefer the snow capped Andes."
"The prettiest thing I've ever seen," a gentleman near by chimed in, "Was the perfectly cloudless night sky over the open ocean."
A few appreciative murmers answered him.
"All of that is well and good," another young man said, "but the most beautiful sight I've encountered was my wife walking toward me down the aisle." He had only been married a few months and a mixture of 'isn't that sweet' and eye rolling was the response.
The party continued and people talked rumours and business. Draco took his glass of water and ducked into a shadow, watching the city below and storm above. One of his friends found him there a little while later.
"Hey! What are you doing back here?"
"Thinking of the prettiest thing I've ever seen." A series of images were parading through his mind. Ginny all covered in pain beneath him. Ginny standing in the kitchen, putting a hot meal on the table just as he got home. Ginny walking down the aisle toward him. Ginny sitting by the lake at school with the sunset reflecting off her hair and in her eyes. Ginny wearing the necklace he had gotten her. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
Finishing off his water he turned around. "I'm sorry, but I have to leave." He said his goodbyes and headed home.
As soon as he passed through the door he headed immediately for the library. There, sitting in his favourite chair before the fire, was the pillow she had made him so long ago. He went over to the chair, knelt before it, and buried his face in the soft fabric of his most prized posession.
Five years and he still missed her. Five years and he still loved her. He would never be able to move on. He would never be able to forgive himself. He would never be able to let her go. He just knelt there, weeping as only a man can weep with the image of Ginny sitting at the kitchen table in the dark filling his mind and soul.