Nothing belongs to me.
L:Love
He didn't know how much time had passed. He knew though, how he must have looked filthy – with his hair and face fouled with blood and dirt – and strange – staring vacantly into the space twenty feet in front of him.
And he knew they were watching him. He could feel their worried gazes upon him, but it didn't really matter anyway. Nothing did anymore.
"Draco." His mother's voice floated somewhere across him. He could feel her warm, soft hand over his own as she captured it.
He closed his eyes, pulling out of her grasp.
He wouldn't cry. Though the tears already stung at the corners of his eyes, he wouldn't let them fall. And he wouldn't look back; he didn't have to.
The sounds of their grief carried over to the Slytherin table. No, he didn't have to look back.
"Draco." This voice was deeper, a male's. He didn't need to open his eyes to know who it belonged to.
"Did you love her much?"
Draco's eyes snapped open at this, and he stared at the man sitting across from him.
"With all my heart."
His father only nodded.