Two for Tragedy

Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of this, and I\'m not making money off of this.

Warnings: Strong sexual content and alcohol abuse.

A/N: This is the first in my two-piece fic. It takes place about two years after the seventh book. The setting for both takes place at Malfoy Manor over the duration of one night.

My Last Breath
by Evanescence

Hold on to me love
You know I can\'t stay long
All I wanted to say was
I love you and I\'m not afraid

Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms
Holding my last breath?
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you

Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.

I\'ll miss the winter
A world of fragile things
Look for me in the white forest
Hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)

I know you hear me,
I can taste it in your tears.
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you.

Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.

Closing your eyes to disappear
You pray your dreams will leave you here,
But still you wake and know the truth
No one\'s there.

Say goodnight, don\'t be afraid
Calling me, holding me, as you fade to black.

(Say goodnight) Holding my last breath
(Don\'t be afraid) Safe inside myself
(Holding me) Are my thoughts of you
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.

Harry awoke abruptly to find Draco stumbling into bed. He could smell the whiskey on Draco. He hated when Draco would come home in a drunken stupor. He frowned as he reached for his glasses on the bedside table.

Draco looked dreadful. His hair fell where it wanted, and his face was bright red. Harry reached out and stroked Draco’s cheek with the back of his hand. His face was clammy and his eyes were waterlogged. He looked scared for the first time in his life.

“Draco, what’s wrong?” Harry asked sweetly.

Draco nuzzled Harry’s hand for a few moments before weeping quietly. Harry couldn’t start to imagine why he acted this way.

“What has happened, my love?”

Draco pulled away from Harry, and got a bottle of firewhiskey out of his robes. He took a large swig without flinching, and Harry guessed that he had to be pretty far gone to consume the alcohol like that.

“He knows,” Draco sobbed out.

Harry didn’t understand. “What do you mean, baby?”

“He knows about us… The Dark Lord… He always knew… And… He said that if I… If I don’t kill you… Then he will kill you in front… In front of me… And then kill me, too,” Draco trailed off into a detached state. He forced down another gulp of the liquor, and stared off into space.

“Oh, Draco,” Harry breathed as he threw his arms around his companion. “I won’t let that happen. Not in a million years would I let that happen. I am going to end this tonight.” He gave Draco a squeeze.

Draco started crying. “I don’t want you to go… I don’t want to lose you.”

Harry grabbed Draco’s cheeks. “No, no, no. Never, baby. I’m coming home. I’ll be back. He won’t kill me. He won’t get a single curse on me. I’ll see you again. I promise.”

He brushed his lips against Draco’s, and began to move from the bed, but Draco gripped his arm hard. He wouldn’t let him go. He would never let Harry go.

“Please, don’t go. Harry, my love, my life, I couldn’t go on without you.” By this point, Draco was balling loudly.

Harry sat back on the bed and embraced Draco. They lied there for a long while. Draco’s tears broke Harry’s heart. He never wanted to see him cry. He hated that this might be their final night together. He reassured Draco that he would come back, but he knew that that might not happen. Voldemort was powerful, and he truly didn’t know if he would live past the night. But he had to finish this. Harry had to try and end all of the pain. It was the only way.

Draco’s weeping had reduced to a few hiccups ever so often before Harry tried to move from the bed again. And just like before, Draco wouldn’t let go. Harry gave him a comforting smile and gave him an affectionate kiss.

Harry barely parted their lips, and Draco leapt atop of him. He kissed Harry firm and passionately. He nipped at Harry’s bottom lip and shoved his tongue into his mouth. Harry pulled away abruptly and searched Draco’s silver moons.

Draco just gazed back at him with heavy eyelids. “I want this, Harry. I want you. I don’t want to lose this. I don’t want to see this taken away from us,” he said into Harry’s lips.

Harry spoke back into Draco’s lips. “This can’t be taken from us. No one can take this away. Not a man on this earth or a god in the heavens can take this from us.”

The two kissed each other. The kiss showed all of the love that they felt for each other. It was loving and tender, but also lustful and overwhelming. All the anguish and worries of the world were being wiped away.

They were in a state of pure harmony and bliss. Where blond hair ended, black hair began. Lips and tongues were as one. It was as if it was the first time they actually showed their love for one another, though they had been together for nearly two years.

Harry clutched Draco’s hair and pulled his head back and to the side, exposing a pale neck. With his other hand, Harry ripped the robes that Draco was wearing downward, revealing collar and shoulder. Harry licked and sucked at the flesh, and a moan escaped Draco. Harry thrust his hips up into Draco’s groin. This time, a whimper came from Draco that Harry had never heard before. It was the single most arousing thing Harry had ever heard.

Within a few minutes the clothing had been tossed aside, and their naked bodies were tangled in the silky sheets. Draco pulled Harry on top of him and spread his legs for the raven-haired god. Harry was stunned by these actions. Draco had never once offered himself to Harry. Harry had taken it before, but Draco never gave it up willingly.

“Are you sure?” he asked Draco sincerely.

Draco just nodded. “I love you so much. I want you to know that, always, I am yours and yours alone.”

Harry smiled down at the blond beauty beneath him. He kissed him again before positioning himself right up against Draco. He slowly and gently pushed his way inside his pale angel. Draco clasped the sheets tightly, and wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist.

Harry was only about halfway inside when he brushed against Draco’s prostate. Draco moaned noisily as this happened, and bucked hard from under Harry, sheathing him in one quick movement.

Harry leaned down and kissed into Draco’s open jaws. When Draco got his bearings, he tussled back against Harry’s tongue with his own. Then, Harry started to rock back and forth. Draco arched his back to meet Harry’s soft thrusts. He threw his head back as Harry kissed down his chin and throat.

And there it was. Harry made contact with Draco’s sweet spot again. He thrashed underneath Harry, only making Harry stroke his prostate yet another time. Draco was in total ecstasy. Each time Harry would brush against his prostate his body would jolt with pleasure.

“Ha-aarry, I loo-vvvve you-uu,” Draco managed out before tossing his head back and gripping the bed even tighter.

Harry was driving in much quicker and more forcefully by now. He knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. He was getting very close. After Draco said those words to him, Harry almost did lose it. Draco looked otherworldly as he made love to him. There was just something about the way his ivory skin was covered in sweat beads that shimmered like diamonds. It was the most beautiful sight Harry had ever laid eyes on.

Draco’s body tensed up and he screamed out his lover’s name as the room hazed around him. A low and almost barbaric groan came from deep in his throat as he climaxed. He came onto Harry’s and his own stomach.

This sight alone was enough to push Harry over the edge. He rode it out until he was completely spent, then collapsed onto Draco. They were both too exhausted to move. They laid there for several minutes before Harry kissed Draco’s cheek and moved off of him.

“I won’t be long,” he told Draco. He rolled off the bed, and pulled on Draco’s robes and cloak.

“Where are you going, my love?” Draco asked with a smirk.

“I told you, this is going to end tonight.”

The grin on Draco’s face was instantly shattered. He watched on as Harry pulled his wand from under his pillow and pocketed it. He leaned down to kiss Draco one last time before turning away from him.

“Draco, no matter what happens, don’t come after me,” Harry said as calmly and forcefully as he could at the same time.

“I won’t,” Draco whispered in a meek and defeated tone.

Harry was surprised to not hear Draco try and stop him. He turned to see tears streaming down his face.

“Don’t you die on me,” Draco said huskily. “If you die, I will take my own life so that I can be with you on the other side.”

A tear trickled down Harry’s cheek. “No you will not. Don’t say things like that.”

But Draco just shook his head and cried harder. “Yes I will. I couldn’t live without you. I won’t. Not a single moment without you. Harry, if you don’t come back to me tonight, I will also be dead by morning. And I will be with you forever. I made a promise to never leave your side… and I won’t,” Draco choked on the last words as he finished.

Harry smiled at him and said, “I love you.”

Draco returned the smile. “I love you, too.”

Harry Apperated away and Draco curled into a ball on the bed. More tears flowed out, but the smile didn’t fade. He would make sure that it was the first thing Harry saw when he returned.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. I’m almost done with the second part. If you leave enough reviews I might put it out soon. I know, I’m so cruel, but reviews are what fuel us writers. And it tells us if anyone actually reads this crap. Ha, ha, ha.

Byes for now,

Morgane