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Adult +
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4
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2,715
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4
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I'm Lost Without You
title: The Blink Series (4/4)
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: angst, slash, het, romance, post-Hogwarts, war-fic
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
pairing: Harry/Ginny, Harry/ Draco
rating: hard R
warnings: mention of het smut, mention of slash smut, gaybashing!Ginny, self inflicted violence, cheating, broken marriage
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all the other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: Bittersweet ending to a pain that is still deep. May they find a cure to the heartache and live happily ever after. The song is from Blink 182\'s self titled album.
I\'m Lost Without You
by Chibimono Akuno
//lyrics by Blink 182//
//I swear that I can go on forever again
Please let me know that my one bad day will end
I will go down as your lover, your friend
Give me your lips and with one kiss we begin//
The flat was dark and quiet. The only sound he could hear was that of his own breath as he stared out the window at the cloudy night sky. He was lonely and sad, knowing that somewhere the person who loved him was doing what had to be done for a peaceful world to settle.
He wondered where this sudden patience had come from, and it could really only be chalked up to the fact that he was in love. He was really in love. He had probably been in love since first they met, but really... he did not want to dwell on that at the moment. He just wanted to skip over the years of animosity to remember the dawning of the new beginning they shared.
Maybe it was love all along, he thought as he could not remember what it was that drove him to let Potter slip out of the trap his aunt had set. Somehow, it just did not seem right to kill Potter as he watched the other young man sit in the cell, waiting for his execution.
So vulnerable and wasted. Potter had aged nicely into a handsome man, yet the war was obviously taking its toll on him. Thin, shabby, weary... lost and helpless... That was not the Potter he had remembered from Hogwarts. Looking through the bars, he watched Potter turn defeated green eyes upon him...
Food, water, and a warm blanket.
\"What are you doing, Malfoy?\"
\"Just take it and be grateful.\"
He visited Potter everyday with food and water. He began to talk to him, letting him know what happened on the outside. When Potter asked if he was afraid that he would find himself in trouble, a shrug was his only reply.
Potter obviously began to look forward to the visits. The dungeons of Malfoy Manor were a lonely and dark place. Knowing this, he kept returning to see the Gryffindor. He was a prisoner in his own house, after all; he had the mark, but no Malfoy heir would be allowed to risk death on the battlefield and a possible end of a long line of Purebloods. No, he just had the pleasure of watching his father torture innocent Muggles and help dispose of the bodies... He hated it... He warrifrrified of being here...
For weeks, Potter occupied the dungeons, there was no way for Voldemort to travel to Malfoy Manor without arousing suspicion or exposing himself. But when word finally came that he would indeed arrive soon...
Draco could not stand it.
Potter was unbound and sneaked out of the dungeons. Desperation and preservation drove Draco to work with incredible skill and cunning. Within two days, he managed to get Potter out on a street in Mu Lon London. He got Potter out to freedom.
\"Why?\"
\"Go! Leave now before I change my mind!\"
\"Why?\" pleaded green eyes... they suddenly held so much hope.
\"I don\'t know! Just get out of here before they find us both!\"
\"I need to know... Why?\"
\"You don\'t need to know anything!\"
\"If you want to get away... I can help you. Just like you helped me.\"
\"Go.\"
\"Why?\"
\"I want you to live. It\'s not fair to be stuck in this life.\"
When Potter pulled Draco into an embrace, it was the stress, he told himself, that made him cry, because they were both crying. And it was still the stress that found them with their lips together, kissing like the world was falling apart around them.
//Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am
I\'m lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am
I\'m lost without you//
Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts were quickly transferred into Muggle money, anaco aco hid in a hotel as Harry tried to secure things through an illegally acquired Muggle alias. Very soon, a simple flat was procured and spartanly furnished. Draco would never have to return to Malfoy Manor.
Harry helped Draco settle in, showing him how Muggle things worked, how to buy food, and how he could keep himself entertained.
Nothing more happened between them... until Harry said that he needed to return home. Draco did not know how to keep Harry, but he did not want to be alone. He had been so alone at Malfoy Manor, and now... he was in a place that he hardly knew anything about. Everything was so terrifying... and Harry was going to leave him to his fears.
\"Harry,\" he whispered, \"I\'m all alone again if you leave.\"
\"I will be back,\" Harry smiled, his hand resting on the door knob.
\"You promise?\"
\"Of course.\"
\"How will I know... know for sure?\"
\"You always came back to me. I promise I will come back to you.\"
\"To me?\"
\"To you...\"
\"Harry...\"
Their lips found each other\'s once again in a bittersweet kiss. Harry\'s hand moved from the door knob to Draco\'s baby fine hair. Draco\'s hands were all over Harry, touching, making sure that he was real. That this was not fake. That he was away from the terror and away from the fear and away from the loneliness that had settled so heavily in his heart. And Draco was lost in his emotions, lost in the reality of all around him, lost in the kiss.
They laid together on the floor, kissing and touching, bodies writing together. He was not sure how it happened or why, but they were both naked and sprawled out on the floor before the door...
Harry made love to Draco. There was just no other way to explain it. It was like heaven the way Harry touched him and kissed him, sucked at his skin and raked him gently with his fingernails. They did not know what they were doing, only that they were doing what felt good... what felt right. When Harry slipped inside of Draco, tears spilled from grey eyes...
\"Harry...\"
\"Draco...\"
\"You promise?\"
\"I promise I will come back to you.\"
\"I... I\'m lost without you...\"
\"I lo... I love you.\"
Draco cried as Harry walked out the door.
//I\'ll leave my room open till sunrise for you
I\'ll keep my eyes patiently focused on you
Where are you now I can hear footsteps I\'m dreaming
And if you will
Keep me from waking to believe this//
Days came and went. Harry came when he could. He stayed for as long as he could. They made love from the moment he step through the door till the moment he had to leave again. Lying around in the afterglow, they whispered of pasts and futures, of dreams and nightmares. They were sorry they ever hated each other. They were happy to have the time they had now, no matter how short it was.
And Draco sat, looking out of his window every evening, waiting for Harry to show up. After several wonderful weeks of actually having Harry come home to him, he found he was a bit spoiled.
After two months of no Harry, Draco cried at his window and slept with the shades open to see the moonlight and the coming morning. Three months went by... and four...
His thoughts turned bitter one night, his eyes staring out at the glow of dawn slowly glowing into life. Perhaps Potter had returned to his wife, perhaps he was returning to the world that should have been. The thoughts left a feeling of loss that hurt down in the pit of his stomach. He cried until his head ached and he let himself drift...
Drifting in a dream, he heard keys rattle in the lock, imagining the door creaked open and shut. Footsteps echoed in his mind as they came down the hall. In a haze of tears, he watched movement before the open shades. A lithe body stood there in tattered clothes, shoulders slumped in exhaustion, tears mixing with mud and blood to streak a handsome face as green eyes glowed with something akin to love. Draco reached out a hand lazily, wanting to touch the wild, raven hair he loved so very much, but knowing that if he did, the dream would all crumble away.
When the figure moved forward, taking his hand and holding it, tears spilled from Draco\'s eyes.
\"I\'m home,\" came the hoarse voice that Draco still knew so well, regardless of its state.
\"Are you really?\"
\"Yeah, home.\"
\"For how long, do you think?\"
\"I\'m home, my cherished.\"
\"Really?\"
\"For good.\"
Still covered in dirt, mud, dust, and filth, but Draco did not care as he pulled Harry into their bed. They cried and kissed and touched, loosing themselves in each other.
~ the end ~
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I want to thank my beta, Anna Malfoy, and all my friends and fangirls (fanboys, too). Your loving words of feed back keep me going. Thank you.
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: angst, slash, het, romance, post-Hogwarts, war-fic
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
pairing: Harry/Ginny, Harry/ Draco
rating: hard R
warnings: mention of het smut, mention of slash smut, gaybashing!Ginny, self inflicted violence, cheating, broken marriage
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all the other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: Bittersweet ending to a pain that is still deep. May they find a cure to the heartache and live happily ever after. The song is from Blink 182\'s self titled album.
I\'m Lost Without You
by Chibimono Akuno
//lyrics by Blink 182//
//I swear that I can go on forever again
Please let me know that my one bad day will end
I will go down as your lover, your friend
Give me your lips and with one kiss we begin//
The flat was dark and quiet. The only sound he could hear was that of his own breath as he stared out the window at the cloudy night sky. He was lonely and sad, knowing that somewhere the person who loved him was doing what had to be done for a peaceful world to settle.
He wondered where this sudden patience had come from, and it could really only be chalked up to the fact that he was in love. He was really in love. He had probably been in love since first they met, but really... he did not want to dwell on that at the moment. He just wanted to skip over the years of animosity to remember the dawning of the new beginning they shared.
Maybe it was love all along, he thought as he could not remember what it was that drove him to let Potter slip out of the trap his aunt had set. Somehow, it just did not seem right to kill Potter as he watched the other young man sit in the cell, waiting for his execution.
So vulnerable and wasted. Potter had aged nicely into a handsome man, yet the war was obviously taking its toll on him. Thin, shabby, weary... lost and helpless... That was not the Potter he had remembered from Hogwarts. Looking through the bars, he watched Potter turn defeated green eyes upon him...
Food, water, and a warm blanket.
\"What are you doing, Malfoy?\"
\"Just take it and be grateful.\"
He visited Potter everyday with food and water. He began to talk to him, letting him know what happened on the outside. When Potter asked if he was afraid that he would find himself in trouble, a shrug was his only reply.
Potter obviously began to look forward to the visits. The dungeons of Malfoy Manor were a lonely and dark place. Knowing this, he kept returning to see the Gryffindor. He was a prisoner in his own house, after all; he had the mark, but no Malfoy heir would be allowed to risk death on the battlefield and a possible end of a long line of Purebloods. No, he just had the pleasure of watching his father torture innocent Muggles and help dispose of the bodies... He hated it... He warrifrrified of being here...
For weeks, Potter occupied the dungeons, there was no way for Voldemort to travel to Malfoy Manor without arousing suspicion or exposing himself. But when word finally came that he would indeed arrive soon...
Draco could not stand it.
Potter was unbound and sneaked out of the dungeons. Desperation and preservation drove Draco to work with incredible skill and cunning. Within two days, he managed to get Potter out on a street in Mu Lon London. He got Potter out to freedom.
\"Why?\"
\"Go! Leave now before I change my mind!\"
\"Why?\" pleaded green eyes... they suddenly held so much hope.
\"I don\'t know! Just get out of here before they find us both!\"
\"I need to know... Why?\"
\"You don\'t need to know anything!\"
\"If you want to get away... I can help you. Just like you helped me.\"
\"Go.\"
\"Why?\"
\"I want you to live. It\'s not fair to be stuck in this life.\"
When Potter pulled Draco into an embrace, it was the stress, he told himself, that made him cry, because they were both crying. And it was still the stress that found them with their lips together, kissing like the world was falling apart around them.
//Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am
I\'m lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am
I\'m lost without you//
Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts were quickly transferred into Muggle money, anaco aco hid in a hotel as Harry tried to secure things through an illegally acquired Muggle alias. Very soon, a simple flat was procured and spartanly furnished. Draco would never have to return to Malfoy Manor.
Harry helped Draco settle in, showing him how Muggle things worked, how to buy food, and how he could keep himself entertained.
Nothing more happened between them... until Harry said that he needed to return home. Draco did not know how to keep Harry, but he did not want to be alone. He had been so alone at Malfoy Manor, and now... he was in a place that he hardly knew anything about. Everything was so terrifying... and Harry was going to leave him to his fears.
\"Harry,\" he whispered, \"I\'m all alone again if you leave.\"
\"I will be back,\" Harry smiled, his hand resting on the door knob.
\"You promise?\"
\"Of course.\"
\"How will I know... know for sure?\"
\"You always came back to me. I promise I will come back to you.\"
\"To me?\"
\"To you...\"
\"Harry...\"
Their lips found each other\'s once again in a bittersweet kiss. Harry\'s hand moved from the door knob to Draco\'s baby fine hair. Draco\'s hands were all over Harry, touching, making sure that he was real. That this was not fake. That he was away from the terror and away from the fear and away from the loneliness that had settled so heavily in his heart. And Draco was lost in his emotions, lost in the reality of all around him, lost in the kiss.
They laid together on the floor, kissing and touching, bodies writing together. He was not sure how it happened or why, but they were both naked and sprawled out on the floor before the door...
Harry made love to Draco. There was just no other way to explain it. It was like heaven the way Harry touched him and kissed him, sucked at his skin and raked him gently with his fingernails. They did not know what they were doing, only that they were doing what felt good... what felt right. When Harry slipped inside of Draco, tears spilled from grey eyes...
\"Harry...\"
\"Draco...\"
\"You promise?\"
\"I promise I will come back to you.\"
\"I... I\'m lost without you...\"
\"I lo... I love you.\"
Draco cried as Harry walked out the door.
//I\'ll leave my room open till sunrise for you
I\'ll keep my eyes patiently focused on you
Where are you now I can hear footsteps I\'m dreaming
And if you will
Keep me from waking to believe this//
Days came and went. Harry came when he could. He stayed for as long as he could. They made love from the moment he step through the door till the moment he had to leave again. Lying around in the afterglow, they whispered of pasts and futures, of dreams and nightmares. They were sorry they ever hated each other. They were happy to have the time they had now, no matter how short it was.
And Draco sat, looking out of his window every evening, waiting for Harry to show up. After several wonderful weeks of actually having Harry come home to him, he found he was a bit spoiled.
After two months of no Harry, Draco cried at his window and slept with the shades open to see the moonlight and the coming morning. Three months went by... and four...
His thoughts turned bitter one night, his eyes staring out at the glow of dawn slowly glowing into life. Perhaps Potter had returned to his wife, perhaps he was returning to the world that should have been. The thoughts left a feeling of loss that hurt down in the pit of his stomach. He cried until his head ached and he let himself drift...
Drifting in a dream, he heard keys rattle in the lock, imagining the door creaked open and shut. Footsteps echoed in his mind as they came down the hall. In a haze of tears, he watched movement before the open shades. A lithe body stood there in tattered clothes, shoulders slumped in exhaustion, tears mixing with mud and blood to streak a handsome face as green eyes glowed with something akin to love. Draco reached out a hand lazily, wanting to touch the wild, raven hair he loved so very much, but knowing that if he did, the dream would all crumble away.
When the figure moved forward, taking his hand and holding it, tears spilled from Draco\'s eyes.
\"I\'m home,\" came the hoarse voice that Draco still knew so well, regardless of its state.
\"Are you really?\"
\"Yeah, home.\"
\"For how long, do you think?\"
\"I\'m home, my cherished.\"
\"Really?\"
\"For good.\"
Still covered in dirt, mud, dust, and filth, but Draco did not care as he pulled Harry into their bed. They cried and kissed and touched, loosing themselves in each other.
~ the end ~
///////////////////////////////////
I want to thank my beta, Anna Malfoy, and all my friends and fangirls (fanboys, too). Your loving words of feed back keep me going. Thank you.