"Who was she to you?" Harry asked, his voice quivering as he stared Draco down.
Draco looked up with a blank stare. His normally perfect hair was messy, and his eyes had dark circles underneath.
"Please, we didn't take anything," Hermione sobbed.
Bellatrix yelled something in return, stabbing the knife back down into her arm. Her screams rang out, punching Draco in the gut.
"Filthy, little mudblood," Bellatrix snarled, standing up and wiping her hands off. She looked down at the teenager, bruised and battered on the floor. "Avada Kedavra!"
"No!" a boy in the corner in a black suit yelled.
"Everything," Draco replied, his memories haunting him.
"How long did it go on for?" Harry asked, looking at him from across the table.
"Draco!" Hermione giggled as he swung her over his shoulder, heaving her up the stairs.
"Yes, darling?" he smirked.
"Put me down!" she laughed again.
"I dunno about that," Draco laughed, reaching the top of the astronomy tower. He swung her down to the floor, her dress smoothing out.
"Why are we up here for a date?" Hermione asked, straining to see in the dark.
Draco flicked his wand, the entire room lighting up with candles already set up, and roses scattered everywhere. He flicked his wand again, muttering an incantation, and music wafted through the room.
Hermione smiled, her bright eyes locked on Draco. She looked beautiful in her white dress to her mid shin, in Draco's opinion at least.
He dramatically bowed, his arm sweeping out to her. Hermione laughed, her long curls flowing down her back as she tilted her head back. "Care to dance, Milady?" Draco asked.
"Of course." He took her by the waist, entwining his left hand in hers as he led her through the room.
"Draco," Hermione mumbled. "What are we to do next year?"
He shushed her. "Don't talk about it. It's to come, yeah?"
She nodded, continuing their waltz. Suddenly, her foot tripped his and made her fall back.
She didn't feel the ground, though, since Draco had caught her by the waist and had cradled her to his chest.
He looked down into her brown eyes. The candlelight made them appear almost golden, and he couldn't help but to lean in and press his lips to hers.
"It started on May 8th at the end of third year," Draco answered, her golden eyes in his mind.
"This is my last question," Harry sighed. "Did you love her?"
"Always have, always will," he replied, looking out at the sun rising over Hogwarts. "I'm sorry I didn't save her."
"I forgive you. I'm sure she doesn't care."
"I know," Draco smiled, her memory on his mind and her loving smile on his lips. "I'll see her one day, and apologize there."
"And where will you see her?" Harry asked, curious to his beliefs.
"Wherever she decides to take me," Draco smiled, almost feeling her warm hand in his.
