Ten years later, Draco is sitting drunk and horridly alone in his parlor, reflecting on the day he watched the only woman he'd ever loved die. One Shot. Complete.

Ten years after the war, Draco reflects upon the night that the woman he loves, Hermione Granger, was tortured before his very eyes. [This is a drabble I originally posted on Tumblr; it's rated T for dark themes.]