June 25, 1998
As I sat in my cozy living room, engrossed in a book, I heard a knock on the door. Curiosity piqued, I set my book aside and made my way to answer it. To my surprise, standing on my doorstep were Harry, Ron, and Hermione, their faces etched with a mix of excitement and concern.
"Hey, Sofia," Harry greeted me, his voice filled with urgency. "We have something important to tell you. Can we come in?"
Confused but intrigued, I ushered them inside. They took a seat on my comfortable couch while I settled into an armchair across from them. Ron fidgeted with his hands, his eyes darting around the room, while Hermione wore a determined expression.
"What's going on?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity any longer.
Harry took a deep breath, his green eyes meeting mine. "We found Draco," he said, his voice filled with a mix of relief and sadness.
My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Draco. He had mysteriously disappeared during the Battle of Hogwarts, and his absence had left an ache in my heart. We may have ended things, but deep down, I always cared for him.
"Where is he?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ron cleared his throat, his face solemn. "We were on our way to the Burrow when we noticed Draco's mother, Narcissa, at the cemetery. Our curiosity got the best of us, and we followed her. We were shocked to see her visiting Draco's grave."
The room fell silent as the weight of Ron's words settled in. Draco was gone, forever lost to us. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't hold back the flood of emotions that washed over me. Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushed to my side, offering their comforting presence.
"Would you like to go visit him?" Hermione asked gently, her voice filled with empathy.
I nodded, my voice choked with emotion. "Yes, I need to see him one last time."
Together, we made our way to the cemetery. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying a bittersweet melody.
Hermione gazed at me with a wise expression and said, "Ron, Harry, and I will remain here and give you the solitude you need while you pay your respects at Draco's gravesite." I nodded in recognition and gratitude for Hermione's thoughtful gesture. Hermione smiled softly and watched as I departed, comforted in the fact that I was being granted the privacy I required to mourn in my own way.
As I stood before Draco's grave, grief overwhelmed me like a tsunami, engulfing my heart and making it feel as though it was shattering all over again. He had promised me forever and always, and yet here I was, standing in front of his final resting place. My gaze lingered on the bouquet of white roses I had just laid down, and the agony of his absence was as sharp as the day he had left me. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks, and I felt an unbearable pain grip my chest as the reality of his passing sunk in.
I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss and sorrow as I remembered how his smile used to light up my world, his touch used to send shivers down my spine, and his love made me feel so whole. It was like a dream that had suddenly disappeared, leaving nothing but an emptiness that could not be filled. I wished I could turn back time and enjoy those moments again, but it seemed that all I had left was a fading memory of the past.
As I stood there, silently sobbing, I felt a subtle flutter in my stomach, one that brought a faint smile to my lips. I had felt this same flutter when I first discovered I was carrying Draco's child. I placed my hand over my belly, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside me.
But the pain was just too much to bear. I fell to my knees, my hand clutching my stomach, as I cried out his name. It felt like my heart was being ripped apart, piece by piece, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I stayed there for what felt like hours, lost in my grief and my memories. I knew that Draco's love would forever be with me. But it was painful to accept that he wouldn't be there for me and our child. But as I cried, I knew that I had to be strong. I would raise our child with all the love and care in the world, just as Draco would have wanted.
As the sun began to set, I finally found the strength to stand up. I wiped away my tears and looked down at his grave, promising to never forget the love we had shared. I knew that he would always be with me and our unborn child, in my heart and my memories, and that no matter what happened, I would always love him, forever and always.
