Remade | Drarry Novel

Chapter One: A Parting Gift

It was cold in the Slytherin common room. It was always cold. It was located at the bottom of the castle, underground, as if all of Hogwarts wanted to erase the existence of the house. It seemed like it was just there to even out the numbers. Draco took a shaky breath, looking at his sleeping friend, Blaise Zabani. Blaise looked just as cold, despite the blankets that he had on. Blaise turned in his sleep and yawned, almost scaring Draco with the movement. Draco stood and walked out of the common room.
 He sat on the edge of the bridge connecting the castle to Hogsmeade. His legs dangled over the ledge, with his eyes fixated on the fog below. He then heard footsteps, and practically jumped up. He turned, grabbing for his wand. He froze, he was standing face to face to Ginny Weasley. 
Ginny put her arms up, "Woah, Draco, relax, it's just me."
Draco immediately relaxed. 
"Ginny, what are you doing up so late?"
"I could ask you the same thing. I couldn't stop thinking."
"What about?"
"Harry."
Draco stiffened. 
Ginny continued, "I don't think I love him. Recently, I've been.. thinking about someone else."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
Ginny turned a light red, tucking a strand of fire-like hair behind her ear. "Luna."
Draco smirked, "Of course. I always knew you had a thing for girls."
The red-headed girl shoved him playfully, making him chuckle. "Oh hush, Dray."
They smiled for a moment, before Ginny said, "I know why you're out, don't try to make up an excuse."
Draco felt his heart skip a beat. "W-whatever do you mean?"
Ginny placed her hand on his arm, immediately feeling the small scars across his forearm. She sighed, dragging her fingers across a small, short scar. "You're going to visit Dumbledore's grave."
Draco slowly pulled his arm away from Ginny's gentle grasp. He looked down below into the gorge again. 
"Gin... It's all my fault. I should have done something different." 
The blonde Slytherin put his head into his hands. His Gryffindor friend immediately gave him a reassuring hug. 
"Dray, don't say that. You did what you had to. But," She put a hand on his cheek, "now is the time to make everything better. Be thankful that McGonagall is allowing us to redo our year. I lost someone in the war too, but they'd want us to keep moving forward. If we keep looking back at the past, we're going to trip over our feet and hit the ground harder than last time."
Draco, now feeling better, turned and smiled sadly. "Thanks Ginny. I'm going to just give Dumbledore one last parting gift before I move on."
Ginny nodded and stood to leave. She took a step forward, then tilted her head backwards and said, "Quittich 1v1 tomorrow morning?"
Draco gave a smart-ass smirk. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
The tired Weasley smiled and rubbed her eyes. "Okay, good night, Draco."
"Good night, lover girl."
She walked away, shaking her head with a chuckle.
Draco sighed deeply, rising to his feet. His bare feet padded on the grass as he walked into the graveyard. He stood in front of a grave and dug into his pocket. He fished out a small letter and set it on the grave. 
"It's my fault, sir. I'm so sorry. You deserved better than a Malfoy like me to teach the meanings of life. At least you had Potter to make up for my lackings."
Shaking and mourning, the teenage boy walked away from the grave. 
The night sky seemed to zero in on the grave, and all was silent for a moment. The footsteps of the Slytherin boy faded away and a new set of sounds entered the scene. Sneakers crunching on the small rocks that the nimble Draco had passed over, and a green eyed boy stood at the grave. Lightning scar, glasses, it could only be Harry Potter. He knelt down and picked up the letter. He read through it and set it down. A single name remained on his lips and in his mind. "Draco Malfoy," He whispered. The boy who lived spun and waltzed across the graveyard, gliding back to his common room. Draco walked into the dungeons, and an inpatient Pansy Parkinson was waiting. 
"Draco, where were you?" 
"You know good and well where I was."
Pansy sighed. "Go sleep, and don't even think about doing anything other than that."
Draco nodded slowly, as Pansy placed a hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek gently. 
"I'm only worried because I care. Good night, Blonde Boy."
"Good night, Park Ranger."
Draco took a long, deep sigh before laying down and curling up. He closed his eyes, and as sleeping swarmed over him and swallowed his mind, he could hear the golden boy whisper his name.