|| Draco Malfoy

You and Draco were together, holding hands, wishing you would never be parted. You both knew that in this battle, one of you—or both—could die; but both of you would do the impossible to survive, to be together.

You wanted to have the engagement party. You wanted and longed to get married, have children, be happy... And you would fight for it.

"Promise me you won't leave my side," he demanded, hugging you tightly, breathing in your scent, which he considered delicious: vanilla.
You smiled and hugged him back. "I promise," you said, looking at him happily to calm him down, though you were also scared of what would happen. But then, the demanding and cold voice of "Lord Voldemort" cut through. "It is time to fight, my loyal Death Eaters," he said, pointing toward the castle... the one where you had studied, Hogwarts. The other Death Eaters rushed to attack the castle, but you and Draco lingered a bit longer, thinking about the fact that you would be facing your professors, friends... and classmates. But you had no choice.