Stitch-Up-Sally

"Ginny sat slumped against the wall of a dark and barren corridor, her head lolling on her knees and a half-empty bottle of Firewhisky slipping from her grip." Unable to handle her memories, Ginny seeks condolence elsewhere. Viscous memories remind her why she is how she is. "...A wave of pain, the scent of you is bliss."

Draco Malfoy knew that this day would come, that this moment must pass, yet that did not seem to make it any easier. And now he stands in the centre of a dark room, surrounded by anonymous masked figures, waiting for the inevitable, as a tall and ominous being approaches.

"I remember that I spoke but I don’t remember speaking. I know that I laughed but I don’t remember laughing. I felt myself die there, but I’m still here now. Alive and alone." A secret (unrequited?) love for our boy-who-lived consumes a certain person. One-shot romance.