Draco Malfoy Imagines

//Loss

*Draco's point of view*

No....
I thought over and over again. I held her limp body in my arms and rocked her back and forth. My tears felt like hot water streaming down my face. The Hogwarts courtyard was silent, the only sound that could be hear was my sobs.
Her face was pale, lifeless. Black dirt covered her from head to toe and her beautiful hair was dirty and ragged.
Why did she have to fight? I could have stopped her! I could have protected her...

"Draco" I could hear my father, call to me from the opposite end of the courtyard. I ignored him, pulling y/n's body closer to mine. I placed my forehead on hers brushing away the lose strands of hair covering her face.
"Draco" my father called again.
I kissed y/n's cold chapped lips and then her forehead. I held her tight not wanting to let go. I couldn't let go
"Draco" I heard my mother call this time. I looked up at her, my sight blurry from my tears. I shook my head staring back down at
Y/n, I caressed her cold cheek.

I looked back up at my mother.
"Draco, Come" she gave me a stern mother like look. I couldn't leave y/n. I stood up and picked up y/n's dead stiff body bridal style. I carried her across the courtyard avoiding the staring eyes.
I was stopped half way.
"Well done Draco.....well done" Voldemort extended his arms to me. He slowly went hugged me even though y/n's body was in between ours.
He gripped his dirty hands tightly around my arms into what he called a hug.
He let me go and I continued to walk towards my mother and father. My mother caressed the back of my head affectionately and then looked at y/n's body in my arms. She placed her hand on y/n's forehead and moved her thumb back and forth. A single tear left my mothers eyes.
She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and we started to walk slowly through the crowd of death eaters.

"She was a nice girl" my mother tried to comfort me. Y/n's body was laid out on my bed. I gently brushed her hair out of her beautiful face. I smiled slightly remembering all the memories me and y/n had throughout the past years. I remembered all the ups and downs. I remembered all the times we tormented Potter together. I remembered time y/n came running into the common room the day before we left school for Christmas break and started yelling Christmas carols to everyone. I remembered the day we first met on the Hogwarts Express. I was sitting with Crabbe and Goyle when she came into our train car and so sweetly said "move over losers I'm sitting here." Of course I was furious that she talked to me like that but after we introduced our selves I fell in love with her immediately.
I thought about our 3rd year at Hogwarts when we went to Hogsmeade, I told her not to order so much butterbeer but she did it anyway. She drank it all and ended up throwing up on my shoes five minutes later.
The memory of our Yule ball popped up in my head. She walked into the ball room with her beautiful black dress and heels, her hair was done so beautifully in an updo hairstyle. I walked up to her and told her how stunning she looked. I remembered her smile. Oh her smile, it lit up whatever room she walked into.
I remembered the day I was supposed to kill Dumbeldore. She was there, she loved me through all my dark times, whenever I messed up she always forgave me.
She didn't deserve to die. It should have been me. She was to pure for this cruel wizarding world. I turned my head to look at my mother in disappointment, then I corrected her false statement.
"No mother, she was the love of my life"