I Knew You Were Trouble (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 27

The sun beamed unforgivingly over the cemetery as friends and family members mourned my supposed death. I easily managed to conceal myself in the crowd as I walked beside Snape. It's been three days since I had arrived at his house and he's shown nothing but promise. The only reason he hasn’t been arrested for Dumbledore’s murder is because they want to respect my wishes of no violence. So any death eater here is getting a lucky break.

Today as you can already tell, was my funeral, unlike my father's whose funeral took place yesterday afternoon. I adjusted my black shades, my big sun hat that covered my blond hair and my black veil. It wasn't hard for me to blend in as everyone took a seat. The Pastor gave a few religious words before asking the public to speak. At first I thought no one would care enough to go up considering that Hermione, Harry and Ron went Hocrux hunting. I don't have any more friends, or so I thought.

Professor McGonagall went and spoke on my excellent academic stature and my vast amount of kindness towards everyone. Ginny, Daphne, Pansy and even Millicent went up to the podium and cried. They all said the exact same thing. That it was a great loss for everyone and that I didn't deserve the hand that fate dealt upon me. Soon Seamus and surprisingly Neville went up. I smiled softly, when Neville confessed to having a crush on me during our fourth year. He said he wanted to ask me to the Yule ball but that he was afraid of rejection. How sweet!

And finally, my worst nightmare became a reality. I held on tightly to the seat as Draco and his mother went over to my empty casket and sobbed uncontrollably, as if they actually cared. I glared at them while they cried endlessly trying to appear heart-broken. Those bloody bastards! Snape, who sat next to me, gave me a pointed look as I glared openly at them. Then I watched as Draco stood up straight to talk. I kept a blank face. This should be good.

"I would like to start off by saying that Alice Kingsley was the most amazing person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting," he sniffled.

My breathing hitched. What game is he playing at?

He continued sadly, "We went from best friends to lovers and my love for her has never faltered. It is everlasting. No one can even begin to imagine the pain I felt when that tragic news was so carelessly given to me. And I don't  care if any of you think that my love for her was fake, because in all honesty, I pity you. The love that Alice and I shared was more than some people feel in an entire life time. My love for her is intangible and though she still remains in my heart and in my memories, I will never stop missing her." Then he began to cry again and his mother held him tightly.

Narcissa turned to the crowd. "May her beautiful soul rest in peace."

That's when I lost it. How could she say that after breaking my heart? How the bloody hell did she expect me to rest in peace after watching my father murdered before my eyes? Angry, I pulled out my wand, ready to end this once and for all but when I went to jump up, I was frozen in place. Moments later I was released. Snape grabbed my arm discreetly and whispered in her ear.

"Alice, it is dangerous enough for you to even be here, let alone cause a scene. So I advise you to obtain control of your emotions or else we are leaving. You need to learn to be strong." I sighed and nodded. He was right. But how could Draco and Narcissa just go up there and pretend as if they were devastated by my 'untimely death'. 

Everyone began to disperse after tossing roses at my lowered casket. Losing Snape, I quietly approached my tomb stone after they magically buried it and smiled. They put mine next to my fathers. I felt suddenly at ease being in his 'presence'. I lowered myself down and traced my fingers along my name. Alice Kingsley. 

"Did you know her?" I jumped when I heard his unsteady voice.

Calming myself down, I remembered that I was totally concealed. There was no way he could recognize me with only my rosy lips being exposed. I cleared my voice and tried to change it a bit, with a slight Russian accent. "What do you mean?"