All Or Nothing
A/N: Hey! Theo here.... Just thought I'd get around to posting this. Sorry, no spellcheck so excuse the typos for now.
Disclaimer:Not mine. Not yours. Theo is mine.
Rating:strong PG-13
I know when he's been on your mind
That distant look is in your eyes
I thought in time you'd realize
It's over, over
Harry sighed, gazing softly at Theo. She was staring blankly at her hands. She was standing at the sink, and her hands were covered in soapey dishwater. She had small hands, with skinny fingers, and one in particular that was adorned with a silver band that had diamonds embedded in it all the way around. It sparkled on that finger, and it was meant to be there. That's how she put it anyway. She loved Harry, and Harry loved her with his heart and soul. Harry had asked her to marry him a while after the accident, and all the things that happened. But they didn't have any children, due to the accident that Theo had. She hadn't wanted children anyway, she told Harry, and he could only believe her. But whenever they went by a baby, she would bend down and talk to it, telling the mother/father how adorable it was. Harry could just imagine a bunch of dark haired, green/blue eyed kids running around their modest, two story farmhouse that was in the magical community.
"Honey? Everything okay?" he asked her, coming over to the sink and wrapping his strong arms around her tiny waist. Theo was petite and dark haired. She had almond shaped, ebony brown eyes, that were caring and curious, and very alert. She had a button nose, covered in freckles, and heart shaped, pink lips. She was very pretty, and very smart.
"What? Yes, I'm fine," she mumbled, rinsing off a plate distractedly. She knew that she didn't have to. They could use their magic for it, but she might as well do it, she often said when Harry would ask her about it. "Why use magic when you could do this yourself? Just makes you lazy." That was something that Theo wasn't. She would never become lazy.
"Okay," Harry said, leaning his head on her shoulder, bending to look at their neighbors, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They were not in their kitchen, and the lights were off. Sometimes the two wives would talk to eachother on the phone while they stood across from eachother in the kitch. Drinking coffee, reading the paper, they would chat idley. They never thought that they would become so dometic, but somehow it happened.
Pulling the plug on the sink, she turned around to face Harry. She stood on her tip - toes, and Harry bent down, and they pressed their lips together. It was a soft, caring kiss. Not demanding nor searing, but a simple, little kiss. When Theo pulled bac, Harry looked her in her ebony eyes. They were not here, but slightly clouded.
She had been thinking about HIM again. The other person in their life. Though he was not there, he was. And Harry hated him. Ever since Hogwarts, he was there. But then, Harry and Theo were not together like that. He and Theo were. The other person. He travelled the house with Theo, tucked deeply into her heart and mind. He was there. Always. Harry shared Theo with him, and didn't exactly enjoy it.
And as if to emphasize this, Theo suddenly bent over, clutching her abdomen. A sharp pain stung there in silent reminder.
Harry sighed inwardly, and tried to find the Asperin.
It's not the way I choose to live
And something somewhere's got to give
And sharing this realationship
Gets older, older
Theo sat down on her bed at home. She had pulled out the photo album. It had been a while, since the accident, and Theo hadn't really wanted to think about it until now. She had tried to forget about it, to push it from her mind, but she couldn't. She didn't know what she wanted. But she had absently stumbled across it while cleaning a bedroom. It had been tucked under the bed, gathering dust bunnies. 'Harry must've put it there,' her mind registered slowly. 'He knew I would find it eventually.' Deciding it was just as well, she brushed the front cover off. The dust smeared in some spots, but mostly stuck to her tiny hand. She wiped it off on her jeans. She nervously openned it, falling to the first page.
"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy," she had written below the picture in a pretty cursive script, with golden, shiney ink. She could remember lying on her bed with Hermione and Ginny while doing this. At that point in time, everyone was convinced that Draco had changed. Including Theo. She knew that he wasn't bad anymore. He was good then. With the death of his father, she had rescued him. Thank God, because he needed it. He was confused and hostile at first, but Theo had healed him. Mended his wounds, the physicall ones at least, and tried to help with the emotional ones. They had grown very close. She could practicly read his moods, and sense him. A Draco sense.
In the picture, Draco was smiling. It was a rare occasion that she got him to smile, even for a picture. They were outside of the Quidditch Pitch, after a game. Slytherin had won. If memory served Theo right, it was against Ravenclaw. He was wearing all of his Quidditch clothing, with his broom. He was clutching that, with his arm around Theo's waist. The picture was a keeper.
The one below it was of Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and Theo. All standing by the big Christmas tree in the Common Room. It was a very pleasant scene, but it lacked Draco. Draco had always made Theo's eyes brighten, and you can imagine him without her. Everyone thought that they would be together forever. Including Theo.
She flipped the page. It was at the banquet during Christmas. He was wearing a black sweater that clung to his muscular arms and his broad shoulders, and his washboard stomach. His blonde hair was shaggey and longish, falling into his warm grey eyes. Theo was wearing a clingy blue sweater, and a grey skirt and white leggings. Her black hair was curled like usual, and she looked pretty. That was a big reason that everyone thought that she and Draco looked great together. He was tall, with big hands and light hair, and she was small with tiny hands and dark hair. She was his oppositte in most ways. But they were both attractive, lean teens.
Theo pressed her pointer finger on the picture, tracing Draco's face. He was so sweet and innocent looking there. Presserved in time forever like that. How he should be. Tears streamed silently down her face, as she kept looking. It was torture, but sweet torture.
You know I'd fight for you
But how can I fight someone
That isn't even there?
Harry entered the house to find it alarmingly quiet. He couldn't hear a sound in the house, except for the ticking of the grandfather clock that sat in the family room. He couldn't hear his wife's chatter to her friends from the kitchen, or the sink, or anything like usual. He set his brief case down silently, and took off his coat and hat. The sounds he made as he searched the house were awful, like it was disturbing the ceremonial silence that was blanketing his house. He checked all the rooms on the first floor, running his hand through his unruly hair. He jogged up the uncluttered stairway, which was covered in lush, wine colored carpet that had a golden, dragonly design. He found her in their bedroom.
She was sitting cross - legged on the bed, a shoe box and photo album open on the bed before her. She didn't hear him. She was too distracted, reading a letter with trembling hands. He could see that tears were running down her pale cheeks. He took a deep breath, then let it out with a 'whoosh.' Theo glanced up at him, startled.
"What're you doing?" Harry asked awkwardly. He didn't enter the room, but stayed rooted to his spot in the door way. The whie comforter was rumple in some spots, showing that she had been there for a while and where she sat.
"Nothing, really," Theo said, folding the letter and putting it back in the envelope. "Going through some things." She stood up, brushing the tears off her wet face. She gave Harry a hug, then a peck on the lips. She smiled at him, a weak one, but one all the same. He let her pass into the hallway, and entered their room. He saw the picture that the album was openned to. Both Harry and Draco had their arms around Theo, at some resturant. The others were in the picture, but it was centered on the trio.
"How convient," Harry thought, sighing.
I've had the rest of you now I want the best of you
I don't care if that's not fair
Cause I want it all
Or nothing at all
There's nowhere left to fall
When you reach the bottum
It's now or never
Is it all?
Or are we just friends
Is this how it ends with a simple telephone call
You leave me here with nothing at all...
Draco Malfoy, counter to previous belief, was alive. He sat on the stoop of a building in London, England, rain dripping on him un comfortabley. She was haunting him. For some reason, it was as if she was there, whispering things in his ear, telling him to come home. Telling him that he was needed elsewhere. Also telling him things that he wanted to hear.
He could remember threading his fingers through that silky black hair, staring into her eyes for hours, kissing
the poutey lips for an eternity. Or so it seemed. And then, when... Well, to understand it all, you would have to delve deeply back in time. Reach the contours of a memory, the last few months of Hogwarts. When things got, complicated (to say the least). Draco remembered the night that he and Theo spent together. That night had often been played and rewound in Draco's mind. The way her skin felt agianst his, her lips on him. It all flooded back to him, like a wild torent storm.
They had not been careful. She was pregnant, and though Draco and she and the others were very happy about it, Theo's parents weren't. Neither was his Mother. But she was too busy smarting over Lucious' death to really care too much about it. Theo's parents were happy either. But mostly, it was the Dark Lord that was unhappy. He caused a car accident that caused Theo to loose the baby, and the ability to have more babies. Draco, who had been truly good, slowly degressed. He no longer wanted to be good. His mind clicked, and he realized that he couldn't hurt Theo any more than he had. He left her, threatening to kill everyone that was important to her if she tired to find him. They all believed that he was bad again.
But, he wasn't. He travelled around Europe, whoring and drinking, living off of his father's fortune. He was dirty, and now, obsessed with Theo. It was as if she was the only thing that mattered, and keeping her safe was the issue. Now that the Dark Lord had been defeated (due to the Potter gang, minus a few female members) he really didn't have a reason not to be with Theo.
Expect for the fact that she was married to Harry Potter, who probably hated him worse than Theo did.
Sighing, he picked up his bottle of whiskey, staggering to his feet as he took a drink. It burned his throat as he gulped the harsh liquid, thinking of his beauty. If only she knew how he felt, how he was. She would want to rescue him again, like she had before. But then he hadn't wanted or needed it.
He did now.
There are times it seems to me
It seem that I'm sharing you with memories
I know it in my heart but I don't
show it, show it
Harry sighed. Theo had found the pictures. And now, more than ever, she seemed to be thinking about the
rat. He was always in her eyes. It was her Malfoy look. The distinct look that she used to seldom wear. But now, it was like her favorite outfit.
He could remember when they had first been married. He would kiss her continuously, and she would too. Even though she wasn't able to have babies, didn't mean that she couldn't participate in the act of making the baby. They would do that a lot, and just about anywhere in the house. They had been married only a year, and now they weren't doing that as much. But every time that they would, you know, do that, she would gaze up at him with love in her eyes. It was him she loved. Him, and only him.
What she had for Malfoy was only a fling. Teen lust. Hormones. She didn't love him like she loved Harry. He was sure of it.
And then theres time you look at me,
As though I'm all that you can see
Sometimes I don't believe it's right
I know it, I know it
Don't make me promises
Baby you never did
Or how to keep them well
I've had the rest of u now I want to best of you
It's time to show and tell
A few days later, Theo sighed. She stood up and stretched. She had been taking a nap, something that she never usually did. It was a luxury to her. There was a knock at the door, and she hurried down the stairway to get it. She tucked her hair behind her ears, and suddenly, her Draco alarm went off. Somewhere deep inside of her. So deep, it was quenched before it go to her brain.
She swung the door open, and gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide in shock and fear. Draco stood there, dressed in casual jeans, a sweater that clung to his muscles in the most flattering ways. She breathed suddenly, when needed, her eyes filling a little with tears. She reached forward, and slid her hand over his heart, to his shoulder. He was solid, unlike what she thought. She blinked, then slammed into him with a strong force of Theo. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she leaped into his arms on tip toe. He was so much taller than her that he needed to bend down. He spanned his big hands over the small of her back, hugging her tightly, too. She was crying, her tears soaking her sweater.
"Draco," she breathed, pulling back. It wasn't a question.
"Theo."
"What - I thought, you said -"
"I lied," he answered simpley.
"But, how can I know that?"
"Because. I wouldn't be here otherwise."
Theo wiped the back of her hand over her nose, which was beginning to run. "I'll put some tea on," she mumbled.
"I don't want tea," he replied simpley, with the charm that he always had. The same charm that had made her fall in love with him. "I want you."
"Draco, thing have changed. You know that... I can't hurt Harry."
The name stung Draco's mind, like a bee sting. He pulled Theo to him, in a swift motion, he bent down and pressed his lips gentley to her's. It wasn't like a kiss from anyone else. It was like something terribley sweet, somethng that you could only be allowed so much of. He was so beautiful, and he tasted so warm. The other thing that never ceased to amaze Theo was the fact that he was always so gentle. She knew he had other lovers before her, but he never pressed her or forced her to do anything that she didn't want to do. Most people (girls) thought that he would kiss very differently than he did. They thought he would be all tongue and no lips. But he was a lot lips, unless you wanted something different. Then, he would change. It was like a flower. It budded shyly, it's blooming process shy and serene. But when it would blossom, it was confident and so beautiful that you couldn't help but be enchanted.
"Please, Theo. I need you. I'm nothing without you," he whispered softly to her. He had closed the door, and Theo found that they were in the middle of the foyer. "I can't live without you."
"But you have," Theo pointed out, grasping for something that wasn't really there. Any reason for them to not be together.
"Not well." He sighed, trying to make her understand. "Come with me tonight. Just tonight. Say you're visitng your parents or something. Please, come to my flat with me tonight and I'll explain." He kissed her cheeks and forhead and nose, and she shivered. It was something that she loved about him, too. Every time he saw her, it was like he was trying to memorize her face again.
"I don't know -"
Draco gazed up at her, a pleading look in his grey eyes.
"All right. Let me write something down to tell Harry. I'm not going to lie to him, though." She hated herself for this. He could be trapping her. He could be taking her somewhere out of the country, where she would be tortured slowly. She thought quickly and grabbed the shoe box that held the letters and notes, and a few pictures that had been shoved in there. He gave her a questioning look when he saw her also stick her wand the deep pocket of her pea coat. "Just in case," she replied, shrugging.
Have I been reduced to this? he wondered silently as they started the short distance across the street to Draco's motorcycle. He had this bike for a long time, ever since the two dated in Hogwarts. It was not the bike, however, that they had their accident on. She got on in back of him, instinctively wrapping her arms around his waist. She put the box between her and him, making the distance between them greater. The motorcycle was a Ninja, your everyday "crotch rocket" if you will. It was black and silver, Draco's favorite colors. He kick started it, after handing Theo the helmet. The two sped off, quietly. It wasn't like they could talk much with the engine roaring.
They pulled into the complex, which was actually quite Muggley for Wizarding flats. They got off the bike, once they found a parking spot, and walked hand in hand to the doors. A woman with curly blonde hair winked at him, saying, "Draco, I've been wonderin' where you've been? Got another girlfriend?" she cakcled, and Theo ground her teeth together, glaring at Draco.
"Give me time to explain," he whispered. He lead her to one of the doors, which was dark blue, with a brass knocker and door handle. He shoved the key in the lock after fishing around for it, feeling like a jerk. She hated him for sure, now.
Draco held the door for her, then closed it after she entered. Theo surveyed the mess; underwear was strewn across the floor, (womens' underwear, too, Theo noted) plates sat in the sink, newspapers were crumpled all over the place. It was a disaster.
"Sorry," Draco mumbled meekly, picking up some of the clothes, then dropping them in a basket that was in the doorway between the bedroom and kitchen. "I haven't been home in a while."
"It's ok. Not what I'm here for." Theo tucked her hair behind her ears, turning to Draco. "Explain to me, please." She sat her coat down on her lap as she sat down on one of the cleared spots of the couch. Draco sat down beside her, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but mostly shy. He had his love sitting right in front of him, waiting for an answer. An explination.
"It's, not, that easy..." He sighed, then wondered aloud, "Where to begin?"
"Just tell me about when you turned back good."
"chorus"
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Part Two
***
Harry Potter was furious. He was not only furious, but he was afraid. Where could his wife had gone? Not too far, because she didn't really have a whole lot of friends. She had Hermione, but Theo was not over at the Weasley's. She wasn't at her parents, either. But surely, she couldn't have gone to where the note indicated. That would be a very bad thing. That would mean that he wasn't bad. She wouldn't have gone with him if she thought he was dangerous. Unless he took her against her will.
Shaking his head, he sat down. What should he do? He couldn't very well call the police. The Muggle police, anyway, because they would think he was nuts. Draco Malfoy didn't have a bad reputation in their book. Maybe a locating spell or potion would do it. Nodding, he picked up the phone to call the Weasleys'. He would need his friends help, most likely.
Cause u and I
Could loose it all
If you got no more room
No room inside for me
In your life
"I turned back good a few months after the accident," Draco said, after pondering the subject for a few minutes. Theo had been going through her photo album, listening to him quietly. "I left town, because I thought you would hate me. I went back to the house, where Voldemort had decided to reside with my Mum." He shivered in disgust.
"You Mum and...?" Theo asked, glancing up. He nodded. "Well, she did always like the rich, powerful, bad - guy type."
"Yeah. Well, after I left them, I heard about you and Harry getting married. Then I knew you hated me even more than before." He lowered his gaze to floor, so Theo wouldn't be able to see his eyes. He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to tell her about the whores, and the bars, and everything. He wanted her to forgive him for the accident.
"I never hated you," Theo replied, softly. "If, if only you would've stayed with me... I-"
"No. Voldemort wanted me on his side. He would've done other things to me if he really wanted me that badly. I didn't want you to get hurt more than you were." Draco glanced up, to find her dark ebony eyes gazing at him with tears. "I didn't want you to die."
"He wouldn't have killed me," Theo murmered, reaching out to touch his lips. Even though they had been seperated for so long, she acted as if they were never apart. It was just so natural to her, to touch him in an intimate way. He grinned, and she leaned forward to give him a hug. The box that had been on her lap slipped off, scattering letters and pictures on the messy floor.
"What are these?" he asked, smiling.
"Well, they're memories. You know, like notes and crap that you wrote me when we were at Hogwarts. I have notes from just about everyone, including Ginny. I should've given them to Ron, after Ginny was hurt.
But I just kept them..." Theo picked up all the notes, handing a few to Draco. Ones from him to her. He grinned and openned one.
"Dear Theo," he read, putting on a flowery voice, "What's up? Not too much here. Isn't Professor Binns boring? I was just wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmede this weekend. We could go get Butterbeer at Three Broomsticks. Write back, Draco."
"And I wrote back yes. Do you remember what that was?" Theo asked, tucking her legs beneath her and leaning her head on his shoulder. She read the letter herself, smiling. She loved his handwriting. It was just so Draco. All in cursive, it was neat.
"Our first date. God, how could I forget?" he smiled, pulliing Theo into his arms. She didn't protest. She seemed to have forgotten all about Harry, and her home, and her normal life.
"You spilled butterbeer on my skirt, and got in a bar fight about my honor. It was very brave of you," Theo said, smiling adoringly at him. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, and he nodded.
"It was stupid of me." He grinned.
"I thought it was brave. Harry thought I was stupid, too." Draco shook his head. "I don't know how I became such great friends with you guys. You weren't there when Hermione smacked me in the third year, or when Harry and I were supposed to duel and I didn't show up. Stuff like that, you know." He smiled, remember the old times. "I was turned into a ferret in the fourth year, by a teacher. I made Hermione's teeth quite, large..."
"No way!" Theo giggled, trying to picture Draco as a ferret. She couldn't.
"And then, when you came in the fifth year... I swear to God, I thought I had died. You were so nice to everyone, and it was just... Crazy. My Dad died, and you started talking to me." He kissed her crown, and she sighed. "Why did you start talking to me?"
"Because I loved you."
Cause u and I
Could loose it all
If you got no more room
No room inside for me
In your life
Harry tried everything. He couldn't find her. She was gone. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't find her.
It was like his worst nightmare happened. He was always afraid she would just leave him. She was like a beautiful bird, locked up in a cage. She would stay if you locked her, pretend and love you, act like she did. Then, when you openned the cage door, she would stay, just to make sure you believed that she was going to. And then, there was the fact that there was a man that she could still be in love with. She had gone with him.
He wouldn't hurt her. Harry wasn't that daft. He loved her, and all he could do was sit and wait. Wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Look at pictures of them. Smiling and waving at himself, his picture made him look happy and regular. Theo was smiling, her arm locked around Harry's waist, his around hers. They were at the Three Broomsticks, and things were not unhappy. It was New Years or something.
He shook his head. Waiting was not his favorite thing to do.
He grabbed a bottle of Vodka and some lemmonade out of the fridge and cupboards. Why not wait and get drunk? It would pass the time by much, much better.
Is it all
Or nothing at all
There's nowhre left to fall
When u reach the bottum
It's now or never
Sighing, Theo pulled her jeans back on, gazing at Draco with a silly grin on her face. Draco mirrored her smile, and he was re-buttoning his shirt. Theo had not expected this to happen. It wasn't really supposed to happen... Things really didn't need to get this complicated, and though they had done it, she didn't know what she was supposed to do. She loved Draco. She had never stopped, and she doubted she ever would. But what else was there to do? She couldn't just hurt Harry like that. She cared for Harry, but she didn't love him in the, knees going weak, heart speeding up, dizzy, gut wrenching love that Draco and she shared. She couldn't hurt Draco by leaving him, either.
"What's wrong?" he asked, sliding up behind her and kissing her neck. He smiled as he inhaled her sent - vanilla, something purely Theo, and her shampoo. She smelled wonderful.
"I don't think we should've -" Theo bit her lip, and stood up. She started pacing back and fourth, tucking her hair behind her ears, spinning the ring on her finger. She sighed.
"Why? We love eachother, and we should be together! Theo, I love you, and I want you. I need you with me," he whispered hoarsely, and Theo gazed at him with frightened eyes. Draco never admitted that he needed anything. He never said it before. "I can't live without you. I'm, I'm a lousey drunk. Do you know how it's been, for the past two years? I can't ever talk to you! I have to live with the memory of hurting you. I get drunk, practiclly live in the bars... I think about you all the time, and I just can't stand it!" He sighed, searching for words.
"I - I'm married, Draco," Theo said. "I promised, I vowed I wouldn't ever leave Harry." Theo sighed, mumbling, "Where's your phone?"
Is it all
Or are we just friends
Is this how it ends
With a simple telephone call
You leave me here
With nothin' at all?
"What do you mean, you can't leave him?" Harry cried into the phone. Theo sighed, and Harry lowered his voice. "Theo, you married me. I love YOU, and I need YOU. I can't live without you. Tell me, where in the hell are you? I'll come and get you, just tell me!"
"Harry, I don't think I can come home. I think... I don't know what I think... Look, I just need some time to think. I just need some time, Harry. Give me some time, and I'll tell you. I'll make a decsion, but I have to have time." Theo sounded distant, like she was very far away, and she was crying. Her voice was thick, and she didn't seem to want to talk to him.
"Are you staying with him?" he asked.
"Yes."
"How can you trust him? HE left you, Theo! I had to pick up the pieces and take care of you after he left, and I'm not going to pick up the pieces again!"
"Harry," Theo said. "I have to go. I'll talk to you later. I love you." She hung up, and Harry threw the phone against the wall. It shattered, and Harry sighed, plopping down in his seat. She was going to leave him. He couldn't live without him. It would be impossible for him to live without her. Thank God Theo made him put the Caller ID in. He wrote down the address, and grabbed his wand. He needed to take care of Draco Malfoy once and for all.
***
Draco handed Theo the cup of tea, and she took it with trembling hands. "He was drinking," she explained, sighing. "He never yells at me."
"It's ok," Draco said. "You don't need to make excuses." He patted her hand, and smiled. "Do you want me to tell you a funny story to make you smile? I have plenty of them."
"No thanks," Theo said with a sad grin. "I just need to think about what I'm going to do. I have no idea." She sighed. "I shouldn't have had sex with you." She shook her head, then folded her arms on the kitchen table, putting her forehead against her arms.
"One time, when I was younger, we through a suprise party for my Grandpa. He was going on like, seventy something, so we thought it would be fine. But he ended up having a heart attack." He sighed, and Theo giggled.
"One time, Harry didn't know that everyone was throwing me a suprise party. We were getting a little, racey, and when we openned the front door, we did it in this big hurry, and we doing some things agaisnt the door. Then everyone threw the lights on, and were like, "SUPRISE!" It was really embarrassing." Theo chuckled, and Draco gave her a small smile.
"Not funny, eh?" she shrugged, and there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," he mumbled. He hurried over to through the living room, and openned the door. Theo heard him talking to someone, but couldn't hear what he was saying.
"She's mine!" Harry growled, bursting into the living room. "And if I can't have her, no one will." Theo shot up from her spot, racing into the living room. Harry had Draco against the wall, by the neck. Draco made a few gurgling sounds, but nothing coherent.
"Harry, put him down," Theo said in a calm voice. "Put him down, now."
"Why? So you two can be together forever? I don't think so." He dropped Draco, and pulled back. He pulled his wand out, raising it above his head.
"No, Harry, no!" Theo shouted, trying to move. Her feet were glued to the spot, and she couldn't move. She couldn't breath as Harry shouted, "Avada Kederva!" there was a green flash, and Draco lay there, lifeless. He was dead.
Theo crumpled to her knees, trying to breath. She took a sharp breath, tears running down her cheeks. She gazed at Harry, who had a sad look in his eye. He stepped towards her.
"Don't," she whispered. "Don't you come near me, you sick, twisted bastard. Leave. Now." He nodded, and Theo crawled over to Draco, tears streaming down her face.
He was gone.
Her love was gone. She knew that she would never love anyone as much as she loved Draco Malfoy. As his life was taken, she stared. She should have done something. She should have taken Harry's wand. She should've done something... Anything...
END~