"She was my Persephone, my spring, the one who blew life into my soul." One-shot, EWE? Draco thinks about how hard it is to live in the cold. EDITED.

The only thing she had left of him was his portrait: the portrait that kept her from falling into the pit of insanity, yet pushing her into the pits of her own personal hell. It was the only thing holding her back. But she never wanted it to let go.

Hermione broods over her marriage to Ron, and thinks about the true apple of her eye. One-shot.