DISCLAIMER: I DON"T OWN ANYTHING. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO JK ROWLING

Pairings: D/G

And we all fall down

Don't cry. Even angels fall. Remember?


"No," Ginny's face twisted in horror at the sight of the boy before her, "no, no, no. This can't be happening!"

The platinum hair that she loved so much was darkened by soot and in chaotic disarray.

His stormy grey eyes were wide and pleading. Scared.

And his mouth! Though normally set in an infuriating smirk that Ginny would kiss away while reveling in his taste, a heady mix of spice and expensive wine, it now formed a small sad smile.

Draco Malfoy looked vulnerable.

Ginny wanted to wrap her arms around him and kiss him, hard, until his eyes lost that haunted look. Until he was her Draco again –not this trembling shadow of a boy that stood before her. But she wouldn't. She couldn't.

"What happened?" Her voice came out harsher than she'd expected and he flinched visibly.

"Ginny…" Draco paused to glance at her beseechingly, "I was trying to save him." He corrected himself, "No. I did save him. Honest, I did. When only one of us could get out… I decided that maybe the world need Saint Potter more than they needed me."

He smirked slightly, but Ginny could see what it cost him; she could see the fear that he was hiding. A tear slipped down her cheek.

"Please don't cry Gin. It'll be alright, I promise." He reached forward to wipe the tears from her face but his hand fell through her skin, caressing nothing but the air.

Ginny let out a wild bark of laughter tinged with hysteria that frightened even herself, "You're dead Draco. How could anything ever be alright again?"

Turning her back to him, Ginny grabbed a quill and parchment. Hastily she scrawled, I'm sorry.

Draco paced in the air, a foot above the ground, "Don't do this Ginny, you'll break their hearts."

She rounded on him, eyes burning with the intensity of her grief, "What about my heart?"

"'Tis better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all," he quoted at her.

Ginny shook her head bitterly and turned her attention back to the scrap of parchment before her. She crossed out the apology, leaving angry black scars on the paper. Her whole life she hid in shadows, always trying to please.

In death, she would make no excuses. She would be brave.

Draco looked on helplessly as she pondered for a moment before setting the quill to parchment once more. Ginny turned to face him, her face alight in a serene smile, as she raised her wand to her temple. Her copper hair glistened in the light of the rising sun, bathing her skin in gold. For a moment, he thought she looked like an angel –one sent from heaven to save him.

He was torn. Draco loved Ginny Weasley, truly he did, and he wanted her to live a long and happy life, but he was also afraid. Death was so cold, so lonely; he could not imagine never being able to touch her again. It chilled his soul when he imagined wandering through the afterlife without her at his side, without her fiery hair and impish smile.

"Please," Draco whispered, no longer sure if he was pleading for her to live or die.

Ginny smiled; she knew that he was no martyr, that he was a selfish bastard, but she loved him anyways and in the end, love was all that mattered.

"Avada Kedavra"

When they found her body, her family put on a brave face. Not a single tear was shed for the dead's last wishes must always be honored.

Don't cry for me.

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