I write as often as I can, which isn't as often as I would like. I do it for fun, but that doesn't mean I'm not serious about it - if you spot anything I could improve, please let me know and I'll try to do better the next time. Constructive criticisim is most welcome.
The war never stopped; it merely paused for breath when Voldemort died. Draco never thought he'd see thirty, never mind survive the war. Most of the time, he wonders why he even bothered. Then he remembers Hermione soaring in the air on a broom, racing against her own shadow in the moonlight. There are some things even Death cannot touch.