"Hello little one." Draco cooed quietly at the vole so as not to startle it. "How the universe must have conspired to bring the two of us together in this moment. I come to drink my heartbreak away and you come to enjoy your dinner beneath this beautiful canvas of stars." Draco waxed poetic at the small rodent. "Can I confess something to you little one?" Draco waited as if for a reply. "I think I may have been lying. I don't want to die. Not really. Not when there's all this wonderful wine to drink and food to eat and these beautiful stars to lay beneath. I just wanted..." The words lodged in his throat. "I just wanted to be happy. I survived a war little one. I survived. And in the end the man who I thought was my enemy was the man I had risked everything to save. And I thought he had survived as well. But that was the problem I suppose. I dared to hope. Death took him from me and remade him into something like Death itself and I'll never forgive Death for that. It's one thing to take Harry from me but another to force him to live through whatever existence he lives now. As though Harry had been born as nothing but a pig for slaughter then chosen as some fucked up sacrifice. I don't want to die little one, but I'm not sure I know how to live without Harry." Draco quietly cried, still careful to not spook the small vole. 