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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
902
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
What dreams may come
Title: What dreams may come
email: fairlady111@yahoo.com
disclaimer: i dont own any characters or the the song \"nobody knows\"
spoilers: none
rating: pg-13
summary: draco feels the after-affects of Harry\'s death.
pairing: H/D
Author\'s Notes: written for the Merry Wizards Secret Santa Challenge #13
request: angst with a happy (or at least hopeful) ending (delivered i think so anyway) H/D (delivered)
I pretended I\'m glad you went away
These four walls closing more everyday
And I\'m dyin\' inside
And nobody knows it but me
Guilt ran through Draco’s veins tonight. Not that it didn’t usually, but tonight was the worst one yet. He had spoken out of line to look good in front of his friends- again. To look good in front of his friends, he\'d held his tongue- again.
***
\"I still can’t believe that that awful git Harry Potter is finally gone!\" Screached Pansy in delight. Draco winced,but not because of the high pitched noise.
\"Aren’t you happy Draco?\" Askeaiseaise.
\"Of course I am! Draco
shot back. \"Who wouldn’t be estatic that the retched, Weasley-loving, little snot isn’t here to make my existence a living hell?\"
And inside he thought, \"That would be me. I need the Boy-Who-Lived here, in the flesh, to make my existence worth while.\" But he had not stuck up for the late Harry Potter. Once again he had let his friends verbally trash him. And Draco had been one of those voices. No, not just his friends. He too,
had done this.
Like a clown I put on a show
The pain is real even if nobody knows
And I\'m cryin\' inside
And nobody knows it but me
Today I will not diss Harry. Not again.
\"Draco! Over here!\" Draco slowly walked over to his place at the Slytherin table. Which, oddly enough, somehow moved down to the end across from where Harry used to sit. USED TO sit. Now all Draco saw was Hermione and Ron talking merrily. Despite his hard stare at the Gryffindor table, Draco couldn\'t stop that part of his brain talking to him...
\"How can they look so happy? Don’t they see the empty space? Don’t they feel the void? The pain I feel just looking over there is so real, I’d swear I was bleeding. But only on the inside. And no one can see it. Know one knows how I feel. Nobody knows it but me.\"
…the one with the memories.
Why didn\'t I say, the things I needed to sayHow could I let my angel get away
Now my world is just a tumblin\' down
I can say it so clearly, but you\'re nowhere ar
\"Why, Harry? Why did you do it?\" \"Because I love you, Draco.\"
And I hesitated. I was so astonished and I hesitated. I knew I loved him, no doubt about that. But I never thought he loved me back. But instead of taking his word for it I hesitated. Those precious seconds that I could have told you loving things, or been kissing you I wasn’t.
\"I... I love you too, Harry.\" And I can say it now.
\"I love you, Harry Potter!\" But you are not here to hear me say it aloud. Not
ever again. And he smiled. And though it had to be as painful as all hell, he sat up and kissed me.
Then you spoke to me. What was it you said? God, I can’t remember! Is this my punishment for the way I treated you all these years? When I finally have you, I lose you. And now lose the memories too?
A tear slid down Draco’s cheek. But he didn’t wipe it away. I let you die, didn’t I? I didn’t even try to think up a spell. Didn’t even cast a simple healing spell. Even if it didn’t save you, it may have given you time, or maybe taken away some of the pain. But I didn’t. I let you die, didn’t I? And I’m going insane and the world is falling down around me.
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
And I just keep thinkin\' about the love that we had
And I\'m missin\' you
And nobody knows it but me
Everything is the same, day in and day out. The world is dull and colorless. Now I’m in my bed again. It’s very lonely. I miss you so much. And it’s so hard. If I try not to think about you I miss you even more, and my memory of you dies a little bit more. If I do think about you, I miss you more, and my memory of how you died comes back a little bit more.
Now, lost totally in thought, Draco remembered that night. He remembered, but was no longer a part of it.
I carry a smile when I\'m broken in two
And I\'m nobody without someone like you
I\'m tremblin\' inside
And nobody knows it but me
\"Draco! You look like shit!\" Came that voice he had grown to hate.
\"Well, it wasn’t a good night, ok?\" Draco snapped.
\"You’re missing... Him?\" It wasn’t a question.
\"What?\" Draco almost whispered. Blaise smiled.
\"You’re not sleeping because you miss Potter. You used up so much energy
fighting with him, beating the shit out of him! Now that he’s gone all that energy isn’t being used up, so you’re not sleeping, right?\" Ouch! But he smiled.
\"Yes, I suppose that must be it.\" Blaise smiled again, a look of achievement on her face.
And yes, it was true. But not in the way that they were thinking. Draco still didn’t have the nerve to say the truth: That he was nobody without Harry Potter. Draco just couldn\'t form the words: \'I love him, and he loves me\'.
And now it barely matters…
***
Draco\'s eyes snapped open.
He made me who I was, that I loved him and he loved me back. And now
I’m broken and no one realizes, no one knows.
***
\"I’m not hungry anymore. I’ll see you guys in first class.\" Before anyone protested Draco got up and left. And no one noticed. His thoughts far from class, Draco walked slowly back to the Slytherin dormitory. Once
there, he lay down on his bed and remembered…
I lie awake it\'s a quarter past three
I\'m screamin\' at night as if I thought you\'d hear me
Yeah, my heart is callin\' you
And nobody knows it but me
Draco looked at the clock. It was very early in the morning. Draco pounded the bed it in frustration, which shook hard at the strength.
\"I’m going to die, I know it! There is no way someone can live like this!\" Draco felt the tears well up and spill out of his my eyes. Maybe dying wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He wondered if Harry would be there to meet me him. God! I’d give anything to be in his arms again! Even if it meant dying. For a moment his mind went to I thought of the knife that Goyle kept in his trunk. The one he thinks no one knows about.
\"Can you hear me Harry? Is that what you want?\" He listened to his heart, could hear it calling for Harry but no one else could. Not even Harry it seemed. He could hear the beating of his heart mocking him. Taunting
him. Making him sorely aware that he was alive and Harry is not. That they were two worlds apart.
I opened my mouth to sob and instead I screamed. With the soundproof charms intact, still no one heard me. Not even Harry it seems.
How blue can I get, you could ask my heart
But like a jigsaw puzzle it\'s been torn all apart
A million words couldn\'t say just how I feel
A million years from now you know I\'ll be lovin\' you still
It was on the way to potions class that I got a surprise today. I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around I was looking into the face of none other than Hermione Granger.
\"Yes?\" I asked, trying to sound menacing but I guess I didn’t pull it off.
\"Malfoy.\" A pause.
\"Well? What do you want?\" I asked, a little annoyed.
\"Well, \" she flushed slightly. \"Are you ok?\"
\"What the hell are you talking about? Who put you up to this one? I’d guess Harry but...\" Fuck! Good one Malfoy! \"Well, he’s dead isn’t he? So what do you want?\" Hermione was a bit ruffled now, but kept her cool as she talked.
\"You have not been yourself. Not since that day you found out Harry had died.\"
You have no idea Miss Granger.
\"So I Was wondering, well, offering... I mean... If you needed to talk then I’m here.\" So that was it. The gig was up. Someone finally noticed how broken my heart was. And leave it to Granger to figure it out. I looked around at all the people staring at us. Though none were in earshot, I still looked into her eyes and thanked her for her discretion. I could see that she knew. She knew that it was because of Harry that I felt so scattered and lost. And I wanted to talk to her. At that moment I wanted to spill my heart out. But of all the millions of words I wanted to say, none would form a sentence to say how I felt. So I just asked a question.
\"If I needed to get in touch with someone who has... passed, how would I go about doing that?\" Hermione nodded in understanding.
\"There are no spells for that sort of thing Malfoy.\" My heart dropped lower than the earth itself. Hermione tilted her head slightly, giving me that damned stare before saying,
\"But... well, I never took you for the religious type, but you could try praying.\"
\"Praying!\" That was not the spell I had in mind.
\"It is said to work sometimes, you know. What harm could it do?\" She turned and walked away and I was left to ponder this idea.
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
And I just keep thinkin\' about the love that we had
And I\'m missin\' you
And nobody knows it but me
Yeah, ohh, uhh, whoa, omom,
Nobody, nobody, but me.....
Draco awoke some time later. He had never taken Hermione\'s advice seriously but now, as his world lay in shards at his feet, perhaps it might be the time to suck in some of that Slytherin pride.
\"Ok, so how do you go about this?\" Draco asked himself. He felt really silly. Praying is just talking aloud to someone you can’t see, isn’t it? Draco sat up on the bed on his knees. He looked over at his book he got out of the library some weeks ago for Divination.
\"Intertwine fingers, palms together... ok.\" He turned the page over, then back again. \"That’s it? Assume the position and talk? Hmm....\" but hell, Draco was willing to try anything at this point. He checked to make sure that the sound barriers were up before starting.
\"Harry? It’s me, Draco. First off, please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry how I’ve been acting in front of my friends. I don’t really mean anything I say to them.\" Then a thought came to Draco, and he had to wonder if it was Harry. It sounded like something Harry might have said if this was a real conversation.
How would you act if I had lived? Would you have told them the truth then?
Draco honestly didn’t know. He had never thought of it that way.
\"I’m so sorry Harry! Please forgive me! What can I do to make it up to you?\"
Silence.
\"Harry please talk to me! I miss you so much! I miss what we had! It was love at the end, but our whole relationship was something special. You have to admit that! We had something! God, I miss you! It’s so lonely now, and I don’t know who else to talk to. No one knows how I feel. I want to be with you! Please kill me and let me be with you! Harryeaseease... please, hear me.\" The rest of the night Draco cried himself to sleep, trying to listen for a voice that never answered.
Tomorrow morning I\'m hittin\' the dusty road
Gonna find you where ever, ever you might go
And I\'m gonna unload my heart
And hope you come back to me
The next morning Draco awoke he felt different. It had been so long since he felt this he wasn’t sure what it was at first. Peace. He felt at peace. He remembered Harry in his dreams. What was it Harry had said to him?
\"I’ll always be with you, Love.\" And he had placed something in Draco’s hand. He looked down and opened it, and laying in his palm was a lock of jet black, silky hair. Draco clenched it in his fist and held it to his heart. He knew what he had to do. Harry had forgiven him, and now he had to make it up to Harry’s memory. Finally unload his heart. Draco found it fitting that today was the last day of school at Hogwarts. His last year there. The war was over. And soon he would find Harry again.
Halfway through breakfast in the Great Hall was when Draco made his move. He pushed his plate aside and stood on the table. Everyone stopped talking and looked at him. Some with looks of concern, some like they thought he had lost his marbles, some with curiosity, and some, partirly rly Snape, with cold warning. There was one, and only one, Hermione Granger, who looked at him with understanding.
\"I have something to say to everyone. It’s about Harry James Potter.\" He took a deep breath and continued. \"He was a good friend to some of you. To some of you he was the enemy. And yet to some of you he was a hero. To me, he was all of those things, and more. I love him. And I’m lost without him.\" The room was deadly quiet, but Draco still continued. \"I think it’s time that you all know how he died. I was there. I was with him, holding him in my arms when it happened.
At once, the memories arose, and he spoke to the hall exactly what he had seen…
***
Harry was down on the ground, bloody and dirty, when my father called me to his side.
\"Draco! Come here!\"
And I came. I looked down into those green emerald eyes that were pleading with me to help him. I kept my face neutral but inside my heart stopped.
\"We shall bring him to Voldemort. And you will receive your mark, my son.\" He put his hand on my shoulder. \"But first, we shall make him pay for the lives of the loyal death eaters that he has killed already! Raise your wand with me Draco.\"
I watched as my father raised his wand and reading his lips as he spat out the curse. I saw it begin to form in a blue light at the tip of his wand. I looked down at Harry, who then dropped his eyes. He knew that his death would be at the hands of Voldemort. As my father was about strike, I threw out my arm and stopped him.
\"Draco?\" Lucius looked into my eyes and he knew. \"You traitor! I will kill you!\"
And that’s when Harry jumped in front of me, and the curse hit him. Lucius smiled as he realized what had happened. He looked up at me, and I already had my wand to his throat.
\"Goodbye, father. Avera Kadavera!\" And then my father was dead. I knelt down beside Harry, holding him in my arms.
\"Why, Harry? Why did you do it?\"
\"Because I love you, Draco.\" I was quiet for a moment, shocked. Harry
watched me, and his eyes began to fall. I could hear my voice in my head screaming ‘speak damn it! SPEAK!
\"I... I love you too, Harry.\" And he smiled. And though it had to be as painful as all hell, he sat up and kissed me. It was wonderful. My whole body tingled with electricity. Too soon after it started it was over. With a small cry of pain he laid back down again.
\"I want you to do something for me Draco, please. Will you?\" I nodded. \"The Dursleys are dead now, and Dudley has moved away. That house is condemned now, and is going to be torn down. But before that happens, I need you to get something for me.\" I nodded again. \"In my room there is a loose floor board where I hide things. There is something in there I want you to have. I don’t know what condition the place is in now, so be careful. But I put a magic seal on that board, so you should be able to find it easily.\"
\"What is it, Harry? What is in there?\" I asked. Harry just smiled knowingly.
\"When you find it, you will know.\" I leaned down to kiss him again. When I looked back into his eyes he was gone.
\"I love you, Harry Potter,\" I whispered and cried as I rocked his body back and forth in my arms. It was not until after dark that I finally made my way back to Hogwarts with him. When I arrived I notified Dumbledore that Harry was dead, and he told me that Voldemort was defeated. But I have not told anyone, I even refused Dumbledore, how he died.
***
The memory faded, and the reality of the hall returned. It was silent. When Draco finished his story everyone was silent, some were in tears, including Draco himself.
\"Now I’m off, and perhaps I\'ll find Harry again. I bid you all farewell.\" He stepped off the table and headed over to the Gryffindor table. He took Hermione’s hand and kissed it.
\"Thank you.\" She nodded and smiled slightly. Draco reached inside his robe and pulled out a red rose with a lock of his hair woven
around the stem. He kissed it and laid it on Harry’s spot on the table.
\"I’ll be with you always.\" Then he walked out of the hall and never looked back.
Yeah, sad when the nights are lonely...
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
And I just keep thinkin\' about the love that we had
And I\'m missin\' you
And nobody knows it but me...
It seemed like such a long journey to Draco but finally he had arrived. He was standing in front of the house on Privet Drive. It was in terrible condition. The roof was almost gone, the walls were tilting. It looked like a strong wind would finish the job. Draco hoped that the wind didn’t pick up while he was inside.
The front door was gone. Draco carefully walked up the stairs, skipping some that were missing or unsteady. He walked into the first room at the top of the stairs. It was Harry’s. Draco could feel the residue of magic in here. And on the floor he could clearly see the floorboard that Harry had mentioned.
He unlocked the simple spell and pried up the loose board. Draco pulled a few papers and things out of the hole. At the very bottom was a tiny box. His Draco’s heart pounded. This was it! He slowly opened the box and inside was a ring. It was in the design of a dragon that wrapped around his finger, and fit to his size when he put it on. Inside the box there was also a card.
\"Dear Draco,
I have loved you for a long time. I hope that you will return my affection by wearing this ring.
Love you always,
Harry
\"Love always to you, Harry,\" Draco whispered into the darkness. He made a promise to himself then.
He pulled out Goyle’s knife from the inside of his robes and threw it out of the window. He had planned to join Harry tonight.
\"I’ll make it to you, sooner or later I will. I promise. Even if I have to crawl to get there.\"
****~Time Lapse~****
Draco made his way over to his chair in the living room. He was very old now, and got very tired quickly these days. He gazed at the dragon ring he had found 40 years ago on this day. \"Still loving you Harry,\" he said to the ring, just as he had every year previous.
He had made a good life for himself. He ended up in the Ministry, of all places, working with Arthur Weasley until he retired. He met up with quite a few people from Hogwarts. He even got back in touch with Hermione. She had married Ron. Like no one saw that one coming, Draco chuckled to himself. But now most of his friends had passed on. Draco was retired and now waiting for his turn.
He set his cup of tea on the side table and fell asleep thinking of Harry.
\"I’ll be with you soon...\"
Draco did not wake up again.
***
Draco suddenly felt young again. He looked down at his hands, looked himself over, ran his hand through his long thick hair and smiled. He was dead, he knew it. He knew it before he saw Harry running towards him with open arms. It was better than heaven to be embraced by him. He had waited so long, and finally he had made it.
\"I missed you, Harry.\" Draco said. Harry wiped a tear from Draco’s cheek.
\"I know. I missed you so much. It has been a long wait for me, too.\" Draco kissed him long and lovingly. Harry smiled, took his hand, and led him home.
email: fairlady111@yahoo.com
disclaimer: i dont own any characters or the the song \"nobody knows\"
spoilers: none
rating: pg-13
summary: draco feels the after-affects of Harry\'s death.
pairing: H/D
Author\'s Notes: written for the Merry Wizards Secret Santa Challenge #13
request: angst with a happy (or at least hopeful) ending (delivered i think so anyway) H/D (delivered)
I pretended I\'m glad you went away
These four walls closing more everyday
And I\'m dyin\' inside
And nobody knows it but me
Guilt ran through Draco’s veins tonight. Not that it didn’t usually, but tonight was the worst one yet. He had spoken out of line to look good in front of his friends- again. To look good in front of his friends, he\'d held his tongue- again.
***
\"I still can’t believe that that awful git Harry Potter is finally gone!\" Screached Pansy in delight. Draco winced,but not because of the high pitched noise.
\"Aren’t you happy Draco?\" Askeaiseaise.
\"Of course I am! Draco
shot back. \"Who wouldn’t be estatic that the retched, Weasley-loving, little snot isn’t here to make my existence a living hell?\"
And inside he thought, \"That would be me. I need the Boy-Who-Lived here, in the flesh, to make my existence worth while.\" But he had not stuck up for the late Harry Potter. Once again he had let his friends verbally trash him. And Draco had been one of those voices. No, not just his friends. He too,
had done this.
Like a clown I put on a show
The pain is real even if nobody knows
And I\'m cryin\' inside
And nobody knows it but me
Today I will not diss Harry. Not again.
\"Draco! Over here!\" Draco slowly walked over to his place at the Slytherin table. Which, oddly enough, somehow moved down to the end across from where Harry used to sit. USED TO sit. Now all Draco saw was Hermione and Ron talking merrily. Despite his hard stare at the Gryffindor table, Draco couldn\'t stop that part of his brain talking to him...
\"How can they look so happy? Don’t they see the empty space? Don’t they feel the void? The pain I feel just looking over there is so real, I’d swear I was bleeding. But only on the inside. And no one can see it. Know one knows how I feel. Nobody knows it but me.\"
…the one with the memories.
Why didn\'t I say, the things I needed to sayHow could I let my angel get away
Now my world is just a tumblin\' down
I can say it so clearly, but you\'re nowhere ar
\"Why, Harry? Why did you do it?\" \"Because I love you, Draco.\"
And I hesitated. I was so astonished and I hesitated. I knew I loved him, no doubt about that. But I never thought he loved me back. But instead of taking his word for it I hesitated. Those precious seconds that I could have told you loving things, or been kissing you I wasn’t.
\"I... I love you too, Harry.\" And I can say it now.
\"I love you, Harry Potter!\" But you are not here to hear me say it aloud. Not
ever again. And he smiled. And though it had to be as painful as all hell, he sat up and kissed me.
Then you spoke to me. What was it you said? God, I can’t remember! Is this my punishment for the way I treated you all these years? When I finally have you, I lose you. And now lose the memories too?
A tear slid down Draco’s cheek. But he didn’t wipe it away. I let you die, didn’t I? I didn’t even try to think up a spell. Didn’t even cast a simple healing spell. Even if it didn’t save you, it may have given you time, or maybe taken away some of the pain. But I didn’t. I let you die, didn’t I? And I’m going insane and the world is falling down around me.
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
And I just keep thinkin\' about the love that we had
And I\'m missin\' you
And nobody knows it but me
Everything is the same, day in and day out. The world is dull and colorless. Now I’m in my bed again. It’s very lonely. I miss you so much. And it’s so hard. If I try not to think about you I miss you even more, and my memory of you dies a little bit more. If I do think about you, I miss you more, and my memory of how you died comes back a little bit more.
Now, lost totally in thought, Draco remembered that night. He remembered, but was no longer a part of it.
I carry a smile when I\'m broken in two
And I\'m nobody without someone like you
I\'m tremblin\' inside
And nobody knows it but me
\"Draco! You look like shit!\" Came that voice he had grown to hate.
\"Well, it wasn’t a good night, ok?\" Draco snapped.
\"You’re missing... Him?\" It wasn’t a question.
\"What?\" Draco almost whispered. Blaise smiled.
\"You’re not sleeping because you miss Potter. You used up so much energy
fighting with him, beating the shit out of him! Now that he’s gone all that energy isn’t being used up, so you’re not sleeping, right?\" Ouch! But he smiled.
\"Yes, I suppose that must be it.\" Blaise smiled again, a look of achievement on her face.
And yes, it was true. But not in the way that they were thinking. Draco still didn’t have the nerve to say the truth: That he was nobody without Harry Potter. Draco just couldn\'t form the words: \'I love him, and he loves me\'.
And now it barely matters…
***
Draco\'s eyes snapped open.
He made me who I was, that I loved him and he loved me back. And now
I’m broken and no one realizes, no one knows.
***
\"I’m not hungry anymore. I’ll see you guys in first class.\" Before anyone protested Draco got up and left. And no one noticed. His thoughts far from class, Draco walked slowly back to the Slytherin dormitory. Once
there, he lay down on his bed and remembered…
I lie awake it\'s a quarter past three
I\'m screamin\' at night as if I thought you\'d hear me
Yeah, my heart is callin\' you
And nobody knows it but me
Draco looked at the clock. It was very early in the morning. Draco pounded the bed it in frustration, which shook hard at the strength.
\"I’m going to die, I know it! There is no way someone can live like this!\" Draco felt the tears well up and spill out of his my eyes. Maybe dying wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He wondered if Harry would be there to meet me him. God! I’d give anything to be in his arms again! Even if it meant dying. For a moment his mind went to I thought of the knife that Goyle kept in his trunk. The one he thinks no one knows about.
\"Can you hear me Harry? Is that what you want?\" He listened to his heart, could hear it calling for Harry but no one else could. Not even Harry it seemed. He could hear the beating of his heart mocking him. Taunting
him. Making him sorely aware that he was alive and Harry is not. That they were two worlds apart.
I opened my mouth to sob and instead I screamed. With the soundproof charms intact, still no one heard me. Not even Harry it seems.
How blue can I get, you could ask my heart
But like a jigsaw puzzle it\'s been torn all apart
A million words couldn\'t say just how I feel
A million years from now you know I\'ll be lovin\' you still
It was on the way to potions class that I got a surprise today. I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around I was looking into the face of none other than Hermione Granger.
\"Yes?\" I asked, trying to sound menacing but I guess I didn’t pull it off.
\"Malfoy.\" A pause.
\"Well? What do you want?\" I asked, a little annoyed.
\"Well, \" she flushed slightly. \"Are you ok?\"
\"What the hell are you talking about? Who put you up to this one? I’d guess Harry but...\" Fuck! Good one Malfoy! \"Well, he’s dead isn’t he? So what do you want?\" Hermione was a bit ruffled now, but kept her cool as she talked.
\"You have not been yourself. Not since that day you found out Harry had died.\"
You have no idea Miss Granger.
\"So I Was wondering, well, offering... I mean... If you needed to talk then I’m here.\" So that was it. The gig was up. Someone finally noticed how broken my heart was. And leave it to Granger to figure it out. I looked around at all the people staring at us. Though none were in earshot, I still looked into her eyes and thanked her for her discretion. I could see that she knew. She knew that it was because of Harry that I felt so scattered and lost. And I wanted to talk to her. At that moment I wanted to spill my heart out. But of all the millions of words I wanted to say, none would form a sentence to say how I felt. So I just asked a question.
\"If I needed to get in touch with someone who has... passed, how would I go about doing that?\" Hermione nodded in understanding.
\"There are no spells for that sort of thing Malfoy.\" My heart dropped lower than the earth itself. Hermione tilted her head slightly, giving me that damned stare before saying,
\"But... well, I never took you for the religious type, but you could try praying.\"
\"Praying!\" That was not the spell I had in mind.
\"It is said to work sometimes, you know. What harm could it do?\" She turned and walked away and I was left to ponder this idea.
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
And I just keep thinkin\' about the love that we had
And I\'m missin\' you
And nobody knows it but me
Yeah, ohh, uhh, whoa, omom,
Nobody, nobody, but me.....
Draco awoke some time later. He had never taken Hermione\'s advice seriously but now, as his world lay in shards at his feet, perhaps it might be the time to suck in some of that Slytherin pride.
\"Ok, so how do you go about this?\" Draco asked himself. He felt really silly. Praying is just talking aloud to someone you can’t see, isn’t it? Draco sat up on the bed on his knees. He looked over at his book he got out of the library some weeks ago for Divination.
\"Intertwine fingers, palms together... ok.\" He turned the page over, then back again. \"That’s it? Assume the position and talk? Hmm....\" but hell, Draco was willing to try anything at this point. He checked to make sure that the sound barriers were up before starting.
\"Harry? It’s me, Draco. First off, please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry how I’ve been acting in front of my friends. I don’t really mean anything I say to them.\" Then a thought came to Draco, and he had to wonder if it was Harry. It sounded like something Harry might have said if this was a real conversation.
How would you act if I had lived? Would you have told them the truth then?
Draco honestly didn’t know. He had never thought of it that way.
\"I’m so sorry Harry! Please forgive me! What can I do to make it up to you?\"
Silence.
\"Harry please talk to me! I miss you so much! I miss what we had! It was love at the end, but our whole relationship was something special. You have to admit that! We had something! God, I miss you! It’s so lonely now, and I don’t know who else to talk to. No one knows how I feel. I want to be with you! Please kill me and let me be with you! Harryeaseease... please, hear me.\" The rest of the night Draco cried himself to sleep, trying to listen for a voice that never answered.
Tomorrow morning I\'m hittin\' the dusty road
Gonna find you where ever, ever you might go
And I\'m gonna unload my heart
And hope you come back to me
The next morning Draco awoke he felt different. It had been so long since he felt this he wasn’t sure what it was at first. Peace. He felt at peace. He remembered Harry in his dreams. What was it Harry had said to him?
\"I’ll always be with you, Love.\" And he had placed something in Draco’s hand. He looked down and opened it, and laying in his palm was a lock of jet black, silky hair. Draco clenched it in his fist and held it to his heart. He knew what he had to do. Harry had forgiven him, and now he had to make it up to Harry’s memory. Finally unload his heart. Draco found it fitting that today was the last day of school at Hogwarts. His last year there. The war was over. And soon he would find Harry again.
Halfway through breakfast in the Great Hall was when Draco made his move. He pushed his plate aside and stood on the table. Everyone stopped talking and looked at him. Some with looks of concern, some like they thought he had lost his marbles, some with curiosity, and some, partirly rly Snape, with cold warning. There was one, and only one, Hermione Granger, who looked at him with understanding.
\"I have something to say to everyone. It’s about Harry James Potter.\" He took a deep breath and continued. \"He was a good friend to some of you. To some of you he was the enemy. And yet to some of you he was a hero. To me, he was all of those things, and more. I love him. And I’m lost without him.\" The room was deadly quiet, but Draco still continued. \"I think it’s time that you all know how he died. I was there. I was with him, holding him in my arms when it happened.
At once, the memories arose, and he spoke to the hall exactly what he had seen…
***
Harry was down on the ground, bloody and dirty, when my father called me to his side.
\"Draco! Come here!\"
And I came. I looked down into those green emerald eyes that were pleading with me to help him. I kept my face neutral but inside my heart stopped.
\"We shall bring him to Voldemort. And you will receive your mark, my son.\" He put his hand on my shoulder. \"But first, we shall make him pay for the lives of the loyal death eaters that he has killed already! Raise your wand with me Draco.\"
I watched as my father raised his wand and reading his lips as he spat out the curse. I saw it begin to form in a blue light at the tip of his wand. I looked down at Harry, who then dropped his eyes. He knew that his death would be at the hands of Voldemort. As my father was about strike, I threw out my arm and stopped him.
\"Draco?\" Lucius looked into my eyes and he knew. \"You traitor! I will kill you!\"
And that’s when Harry jumped in front of me, and the curse hit him. Lucius smiled as he realized what had happened. He looked up at me, and I already had my wand to his throat.
\"Goodbye, father. Avera Kadavera!\" And then my father was dead. I knelt down beside Harry, holding him in my arms.
\"Why, Harry? Why did you do it?\"
\"Because I love you, Draco.\" I was quiet for a moment, shocked. Harry
watched me, and his eyes began to fall. I could hear my voice in my head screaming ‘speak damn it! SPEAK!
\"I... I love you too, Harry.\" And he smiled. And though it had to be as painful as all hell, he sat up and kissed me. It was wonderful. My whole body tingled with electricity. Too soon after it started it was over. With a small cry of pain he laid back down again.
\"I want you to do something for me Draco, please. Will you?\" I nodded. \"The Dursleys are dead now, and Dudley has moved away. That house is condemned now, and is going to be torn down. But before that happens, I need you to get something for me.\" I nodded again. \"In my room there is a loose floor board where I hide things. There is something in there I want you to have. I don’t know what condition the place is in now, so be careful. But I put a magic seal on that board, so you should be able to find it easily.\"
\"What is it, Harry? What is in there?\" I asked. Harry just smiled knowingly.
\"When you find it, you will know.\" I leaned down to kiss him again. When I looked back into his eyes he was gone.
\"I love you, Harry Potter,\" I whispered and cried as I rocked his body back and forth in my arms. It was not until after dark that I finally made my way back to Hogwarts with him. When I arrived I notified Dumbledore that Harry was dead, and he told me that Voldemort was defeated. But I have not told anyone, I even refused Dumbledore, how he died.
***
The memory faded, and the reality of the hall returned. It was silent. When Draco finished his story everyone was silent, some were in tears, including Draco himself.
\"Now I’m off, and perhaps I\'ll find Harry again. I bid you all farewell.\" He stepped off the table and headed over to the Gryffindor table. He took Hermione’s hand and kissed it.
\"Thank you.\" She nodded and smiled slightly. Draco reached inside his robe and pulled out a red rose with a lock of his hair woven
around the stem. He kissed it and laid it on Harry’s spot on the table.
\"I’ll be with you always.\" Then he walked out of the hall and never looked back.
Yeah, sad when the nights are lonely...
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
And I just keep thinkin\' about the love that we had
And I\'m missin\' you
And nobody knows it but me...
It seemed like such a long journey to Draco but finally he had arrived. He was standing in front of the house on Privet Drive. It was in terrible condition. The roof was almost gone, the walls were tilting. It looked like a strong wind would finish the job. Draco hoped that the wind didn’t pick up while he was inside.
The front door was gone. Draco carefully walked up the stairs, skipping some that were missing or unsteady. He walked into the first room at the top of the stairs. It was Harry’s. Draco could feel the residue of magic in here. And on the floor he could clearly see the floorboard that Harry had mentioned.
He unlocked the simple spell and pried up the loose board. Draco pulled a few papers and things out of the hole. At the very bottom was a tiny box. His Draco’s heart pounded. This was it! He slowly opened the box and inside was a ring. It was in the design of a dragon that wrapped around his finger, and fit to his size when he put it on. Inside the box there was also a card.
\"Dear Draco,
I have loved you for a long time. I hope that you will return my affection by wearing this ring.
Love you always,
Harry
\"Love always to you, Harry,\" Draco whispered into the darkness. He made a promise to himself then.
He pulled out Goyle’s knife from the inside of his robes and threw it out of the window. He had planned to join Harry tonight.
\"I’ll make it to you, sooner or later I will. I promise. Even if I have to crawl to get there.\"
****~Time Lapse~****
Draco made his way over to his chair in the living room. He was very old now, and got very tired quickly these days. He gazed at the dragon ring he had found 40 years ago on this day. \"Still loving you Harry,\" he said to the ring, just as he had every year previous.
He had made a good life for himself. He ended up in the Ministry, of all places, working with Arthur Weasley until he retired. He met up with quite a few people from Hogwarts. He even got back in touch with Hermione. She had married Ron. Like no one saw that one coming, Draco chuckled to himself. But now most of his friends had passed on. Draco was retired and now waiting for his turn.
He set his cup of tea on the side table and fell asleep thinking of Harry.
\"I’ll be with you soon...\"
Draco did not wake up again.
***
Draco suddenly felt young again. He looked down at his hands, looked himself over, ran his hand through his long thick hair and smiled. He was dead, he knew it. He knew it before he saw Harry running towards him with open arms. It was better than heaven to be embraced by him. He had waited so long, and finally he had made it.
\"I missed you, Harry.\" Draco said. Harry wiped a tear from Draco’s cheek.
\"I know. I missed you so much. It has been a long wait for me, too.\" Draco kissed him long and lovingly. Harry smiled, took his hand, and led him home.