Nothing belongs to me.
C: Old
It was amazing how even after all this time, she could be as beautiful as she had been the day he met her.
Though she had long lost the gorgeous fiery red mane to age, her chocolate brown eyes had never lost their twinkle. And it seemed that was all they were doing now: twinkling.
She looked so happy, and Draco realized, yes, that he was too.
They sat serenely beneath a tree, the same tree where they had carved their names so many years ago. It was still there – the engravings – fresh, as though they had been made only recently.
He placed a gnarled hand over his wife's softer one.
"We did it." he whispered, smiling fondly at her. "We did it, Gin!"
She looked at him curiously, "What?"
Draco glanced ahead, in the direction of the gardens where their children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren had gathered in reunion.
"We grew old together."
Ginny beamed up at him, entwining her wearied fingers into his. "Yes, I guess we did, didn't we?"