This is to What Hurts The Most by Rascal Flatts. I don't own Harry Potter or any related topics, nor do i own this song.

Dedicated to crazyHPfan.xx

There he was. Silvery hair blowing in the wind, it had been years since he had given up on gelling it back, now it fell forward over his face, ends resting on his shoulders.

He looked so…

Beautiful.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me

He's chatting away to his friends and its a few minutes before he notices me. Ice blue eyes bore into mine, piercing my very soul and setting my heart on fire.

He waves casually to his friends and mumbles something. Then he's walking over.

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out

He's going to go past me, now or never, I hold out my hand, stopping on his shoulder.

"Draco."

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

He stops, turns to me. I open my mouth to say it, to say everything I have ever wanted to say to him. But I can't. I just stand there, staring, mouth open looking like a gormless fish.

"Nothing," I whisper. He walks away and I know I just blown the only chance I will ever get to say it.

I guess it was never.

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do

It's been months since that day, but I can't get over it. Everything I do makes me think of him. Nothing makes sense without him.

I just wish…

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone

I'm out with Hermione and Ron tonight. There a couple now. Ron told Hermione how he felt that day at the reunion, at least someone left there happy.

Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

The days drift by; I don't even know if I exist anymore. My friends have stopped calling, they know I'll never answer. The knocks on my door have disappeared; the footsteps in the corridor have vanished. I'm alone.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Why must this always happen. The phone rings, it's Hermione, I pick up the hand set but I don't need to say anything. She does the talking, she breaks the news.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

So here I am. Standing there, staring, mouth open like a gormless fish. This time I can say it.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy. I always have"

Too bad I'm saying it to a lump of stone in a church courtyard as the dirt is piled onto the coffin that lies deep in the earth. I waited too long, and now it's too late.

Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do