Gracefully, they fell down and the thirsty floor absorbed them with great greed. I felt a pang of sadness in my chest, they were so beautiful, too beautiful to die this unceremoniously.

Another pair started dancing around your silvery pupils, they gathered together, took each other's hands and hopped upon the marbly surface of your face, wrinkled by the pain you couldn't bear, gliding freely and shining and then falling down and fading, once again.

The fool took off his glasses and heaved a heavy sigh. He rubbed his eyes so hard that I thought he was trying to gouge them out and then throw them out of the window.

Look! Another one's gliding!

"I didn't want to."

Your face wrinkled more, sure you didn't want to. Paler than ever, you looked like a chost with cheeks burning blood red.

"I'm not saying it was an accident."

Sure you're not saying something stupid like that, nothing is accidental in this world. Everything has been planned, our fates are written on our faces. We get what we deserve, nothing more, nothing less.

Even seeing you in the battlefield wasn't an accident, and Ron's death... You had planned to kill him, hadn't you?

A single one got lost in your collar.

The fool made a sound that was... disapproving? Menacing? Angry? Sad? I wasn't sure.

"I'll tell you what happened... I'll tell you everything."

No... don't say everything... please, I really don't think I could stay awake untill you finish your story. My eyes sting, my head feels heavy... am I dying?

Am I insane?

You didn't care about what I thought, you didn't care about me at all. You didn't even look into my eyes even for once! How rude! Your eyes were glued to the ground.

You started telling your tale, at first you went on slowly, sometimes stopped talking to sigh and shake your head, but after some minutes, you became a chatterbox, talking endlessly and babbling and trying to justify your deeds.

And those beautiful tears never stopped dancing on your flushed cheeks, gliding down, shining, falling and fading... how free, how reckless... was that the way Ron fell? I wished I could flow with them, so pure, so sheer, glide, shine, fall down and fade away from everyone's memory.

"That was how I killed him." You whispered the words and finished your story, each syllable took it's time to reflect the guilt you were feeling.

So, you killed Ron to save Harry? You killed him to save me? To save us all? Because deatheaters wanted a sacrifice and Ron was the chosen one? How many times should I think about how I can repay this debt you're drowning me into?

Harry was petrified, I couldn't hear him breathe. The whole room had turned into stone, the only moving things were your beautiful tears...

You took your eyes off of ground and glanced at harry nervously.

"I don't believe you." Was that what you wanted to hear from him all the time? Now he uttered the words for you and I almost hear you heave a sigh of relief.

Malfoy? Who would believe that? Do you think we're stupid?! I bet Harry wanted to say something along those lines, had he had more breath to waste. Breathing is so hard these days...

"Nonsense!" Harry almost shouted. "Hadn't your father told you that a Malfoy never saves a Griffindor's life... or... or anyone's life?"

Then again, hadn't your father told you that a Malfoy never cries?

Why in the world you don't look at me Malfoy?

"You're right, what I told you was quite unblievable. But that is the truth and there's nothing you can do about it. Believe it or not, the truth cannot be changed." Your word rang in my head and I saw a blurry vision of a head on fire, dancing and falling down gracefully into a dark abyss.

And I saw the intense fear written on the green orbs behind thick glasses.

Then I saw dark and sad pools of silver, cold and dead, staring into my soul, and pale slender fingers, pouring water in my throat. Your lips called my name so close to my ear... did you cry that night?

Harry sniffled and snapped me back into your room. Was he crying?

"Truth? What is truth? It does not exist. It died so long ago... it died with Dumbledor." Harry whispered the words and made your beautiful tears start their chore again. Glide, shine, fall...Then he stood up and left your room, slamming the door behind him. He really seems to be doing this act too much lately.

I slowly turned my head and looked at your crumbled form, the wicked thought finding it's way to my brain...

Now it's only you and me...

Alone.

What should I do? Should I leave your room? Should I cry? should I shout at you the words you shouted at Ron? Should I make you fall down like your tears? Shoud I kill you?

Or should I kiss you instead??

Your head was bent down and you were not looking at me.

I stood up but you didn't look up at me.

I stepped closer to you, closer and closer, the sound of my hesitant steps filled your empty room. But you... didn't look up.

I stood before you, then I knelt down at your feet, I tried to find your gaze, to look into your eyes, but you had them closed.

So I brought my fingers to your face, my icy finger tips touching your flushed cheeks and making a fiery tickle in my hand.

You opened your eyes, but you didn't look at me. Your stare was glued to ground.

So, I raised my head...

and kissed you.

On your forehead, of course.

A\N: Whew... took so long to update, sorry. Short chapter, I know... and I didn't explain much. ok, I'm not having any good plan about why Draco killed Ron, I gave it a lot of thought but couldn't come up with anything better than this. would you help me? Feels like an author block...