Description: 200 word drabble
Setting: After the Battle of Hogwarts
Summary: "A glass is shattered, the frame is bent. They are trampled into the ground, forgotten in the chaos, in the mayhem that came after."
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter. Or Draco Malfoy, for that matter. It all belongs to Queen Jo. (We only share the nickname...)
A/N: Short and sweet, to satisfy my need to write some Drarry. I hope you like it! :)
A glass is shattered, the frame is bent. They are trampled into the ground, forgotten in the chaos, in the mayhem that came after.
It ended in blinding green – the color of Slytherin, the color of evil defeating good (and you know that he was good and that you're evil, even though you weren't the one who cast the spell). The decision is made, the battle is won.
You should feel triumph, but a more than nagging feeling tells you in reality, you have lost. Not this war – because your side won, whether it felt right or not – but something. Someone?
Someone grabbed his body, a friend of his who would make it out of the massacre that followed.
You didn't like him, not really. And whether you were rooting for him to win or not doesn't matter now. But when you saw his body hit the ground, you knew it was all over now and all was lost.
So many gone, even people you cared about, but it's his dead eyes behind ridiculously round frames that remain.
You kneel to pick them up, carefully. Those glasses, his, Harry's glasses (and you've never called him that), the only thing left.