Chapter 1 : Good-Bye
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Draco walked, his head turned towards the ground. The snow was falling heavily now and he knew he should go home, but he didn’t want to. This was her favorite place to come on Christmas Eve, and even with out her, this is where he wanted to be. He looked up to see a couple kissing on a bench and his heart clenched painfully.
Just last year that had been them. They’d stayed out in the snow all night kissing and laughing and dancing. They had done crazy things, thing only she could have gotten him to do. They made a snow man and snow angels, even ice skated on the frozen ice she’d begged him to make. They had both know that if they’d been caught by any Muggles they’d be in trouble, but her chocolate eyes had melted even his heart on that freezing cold night.
Draco hurried quickly past the couple. It hurt too much to think of her. But tonight it was too hard not to think of her. Christmas had always been her favorite time of year. She had taught him what the holiday was all about. He had tried his hardest to find her the most beautiful gifts, and while she had loved them, she’d made him take half of them back. She made him promise that he wasn’t cross with her after that. And he hadn’t been; only she had that kind of power over him. She had explained to him that Christmas was about being together, not buying things. He’d never known that before, had never been taught that part of the season. She had only laughed at him and dragged him out to the park near their flat.
The whole night Draco had tried to get her to let him perform a heating charm on her cloak but she had refused. She had told him that she’d rather have him hold her close. So he had, blocking out as much of the cold as he could, until she’d run off again prancing around in front of him, begging him to chase her. He couldn’t believe what he was doing at the time, but he’d race off after her, catching her in no time. And each time he did he’d kiss her. Kiss her so hard and so passionately that it felt as if the world stood still for only them.
Closing his eyes Draco imaged her lips pressed to his. He could still feel her warmth pressed against him. He missed her. He missed everything about her. He missed hearing her laughter as she played in the snow, occasionally throwing a snow ball at him. Nine times out of ten he would catch it, but every so often he’d let her hit him, just to watch her dance around in victory.
Slowly Draco came to a stop. He was now standing in front of a fat maple tree. Their tree. That night last year they had carved their initials into its bark, or rather he had after she’d told him she’d always wanted to do it. He had figured that that should be a nice present for her. Now he slowly traced his cold fingers over the letters, closing his eyes when her laughter came to his mind again. Her image played itself in his mind. Her hands had been tucked up into her sleeves, and her teeth had been chattering, but Draco had never seen her look so beautiful, and he had told her that. She’d laughed at him, but wrapped her arms around him anyway, thanking him for the night. Draco had been ready for that though. He’d told her that he still had a gift for her. She had frowned at him, but there was something glowing warmly behind her eyes. Draco had gone down on his knee in the snow, pulling out a small black box from his pocket. Before the question had even left his mouth she had launched herself at him, tackling him into the snow, showering his face with kisses.
Draco leaned his head into the tree trying to block out the memory, and the tears that wanted to fall from his eyes. He had no idea how she could haunt him like this. Draco felt like he was being punished by God himself. Wasn’t it bad enough he’d had to lose her? Their wedding was supposed to have been today. After all it had always been her favorite day. But instead of marrying her, Draco had laid her to rest only two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago his beautiful, spontaneous, angel had left him. Her life had been ended too soon by a muggle drunk driver coming home from a pub. Draco sunk to his knees with a sob that broke his resolve. They had tried to save her, but no amount of magic could heal the damage. Draco slammed his fist into the trunk of the tree, not caring when he knuckles split open and leaked red onto the perfect snow.
After a while Draco stood, knocking the snow from his back. It was time for him to go. With a wave of his hand a white rose lay in the snow next to the tree. He kissed his fingers before pressing them into the engraving of her initials. The alarm on his watch went off letting him know that it was midnight. That it was now Christmas morning. With one final look towards the stars Draco whispered his good-bye.
“Happy Christmas Gin, I love you.”
AN: Review? Also I believe i should say this to avoid any and all legal problems that really shuldn't occure but- I re wrote this story so that it was not HPFF and submitted it to my school litiary magizine. If anyone should find that (or this I guess) I AM the same person!
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