Lonestar – Draco
Draco stood out on the grounds somewhere of Malfoy Manor. It was the middle of the night, but he couldn't sleep. He had somehow managed to stay out of the war so far. He still wasn't quite sure how. He knew it had a lot to do with his mother.
He missed Ginny. All he could think of was her face as he had walked away. How could he have done that? Was it really for her protection? Or was it for his own? He was a fool. He felt like he was drowning without her. He felt like the darkness was crowding in and he would give anything to her light shine down on him again.
He wondered how she was. He wondered if she had moved on. He wondered if she would ever forgive him. He wondered if she still cared.
It seemed that being away from her only made him care about her more. Time didn't help him move on and forget her; it only made him realize all the more how much he missed her, that he needed her.
He thought about just leaving, about walking all the way to Hogwart's just to see her. He wondered if he would make it or if his father would find him. He felt like a prisoner in his own home.
He picked up a rock and threw it as far into the night sky as he could. He tried to knock the moon out of the sky. He failed.
He wondered if she still cared.
He had a year. His mother had bought him a year. She said that she didn't want her son going into war until he was properly trained and actually had a chance of survival. His father actually thought that made sense. He was training both with his father and private tutors in the art of dueling, learning as many hexes and curses as his father could find, as well as learning the art of lying, otherwise known as occlumency.
He wondered if they were training her well. He wondered if they would even let her fight. She would want to, he knew that. He knew she was probably furious that she was in school instead of fighting now. He wondered if they would let her fight.
He wondered if she still cared.