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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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1,701
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Miss you
***I dont\' own these characters, so there. As for the story, yes its a death fic....I have this new song, \"I Miss You\" by Blink 182...never been a fan of theirs, but I love this song, and for some reason, I saw this...
Draco\'s POV
It had been three weeks since Voldemort was defeated. I lay in bed. Listening to a muggle CD player and a CD I had stolen. Tired and restless at the same time. Staring at the green velvet curtain around me. Outside my haven people were getting up. Getting ready for classes. Acting as if the world hadn’t ended the moment…
Of course, the other students had taken time to mourn their loved ones who died. Their friends. Mourn the Boy Who Died, the Boy Who Saved The World…it wasn’t so easy for me. Every time I closed my eyes I could see his smile. His eyes. I felt the only kiss we ever shared. So chaste and sweet. Promises of life and love after all the cold that we had both survived.
Sitting in that empty room together. A detention from Hagrid no less, for fighting. We glared in silence. Unable to form intelligent words because of the anger coursing through us. Then, as if it were magic, he stopped glaring. And he smiled. Then chuckled. And from the absurdity of it all, I began to laugh too.
The war was in full swing, and yet we were being taught a lesson trapped inside a classroom. Giggling. Letting go of the stress that we both held to us as a protective shield.
/Hello there, angel from my nightmares/
Then words. As simple as that. We talked. For hours. Learning more than just what the world saw. Inside those emerald eyes he was more than just a hero. He was young and scared and needing to be loved. And I did…I loved him.
Love him
His lips were warm. Rain and storms. Passion and innocence. A quick kiss. Lasting only an eternity.
We never should have left that room. We should have fought to stay there forever…
/Where are you. And I’m so sorry/
I haven’t left this bed since they buried him. For days I cried, but even then I knew the tears were useless. Pointless signs of weakness. But they didn’t stop. Rivers flooding me with emotions I never knew I had. Regret and anger so deep that I thought I would die from a broken heart.
/I cannot sleep, cannot dream tonight/
Three weeks. Three weeks since they found his limp body on the ground. Three weeks since I held in in my arms, unwilling to believe that he could leave me. Not when I loved him so much. Not before I could tell him how I felt. Inside my heart I can hear his laughter. I can see his smile. I want to cry, but the tears have dried up.
/Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?/
The liquid is strong. The release is bittersweet and filled with fear. My breathing becomes labored. My chest feels compressed and aching. Never did I think death would feel lthisthis. My eyes flutter close…
/Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head./
It’s like flying. When I wake I am not alone. A gentle smile and bright emerald eyes stare into mine. Standing on green grass. His haneld eld tightly in mine. His lips are brushing mine. Pulling me into him. I hear him whisper “I love you”.
I knI know I’m in heaven.
****I know some people have commented on the fact my stories have some grammatical errors, I\'ve been told to do beta-ing? I think that\'s what it\'s called. Well, no offense intended, but I dont\' want to. Not that I\'m too lazy, it\'s just that, well, some of the mistakes are on purpose. The sentences that are short, that aren\'t really even sentences...it\'s all a matter of art form of writing, which I was taught a long time ago, and it kept with me. It\'s meant to create quick images...anything else, well if it hasnt\' been picked up on spell check, then I don\'t care. *Grin* Anyway, hope you enjoyed...see...I told you it wasn\'t THAT sad...
Draco\'s POV
It had been three weeks since Voldemort was defeated. I lay in bed. Listening to a muggle CD player and a CD I had stolen. Tired and restless at the same time. Staring at the green velvet curtain around me. Outside my haven people were getting up. Getting ready for classes. Acting as if the world hadn’t ended the moment…
Of course, the other students had taken time to mourn their loved ones who died. Their friends. Mourn the Boy Who Died, the Boy Who Saved The World…it wasn’t so easy for me. Every time I closed my eyes I could see his smile. His eyes. I felt the only kiss we ever shared. So chaste and sweet. Promises of life and love after all the cold that we had both survived.
Sitting in that empty room together. A detention from Hagrid no less, for fighting. We glared in silence. Unable to form intelligent words because of the anger coursing through us. Then, as if it were magic, he stopped glaring. And he smiled. Then chuckled. And from the absurdity of it all, I began to laugh too.
The war was in full swing, and yet we were being taught a lesson trapped inside a classroom. Giggling. Letting go of the stress that we both held to us as a protective shield.
/Hello there, angel from my nightmares/
Then words. As simple as that. We talked. For hours. Learning more than just what the world saw. Inside those emerald eyes he was more than just a hero. He was young and scared and needing to be loved. And I did…I loved him.
Love him
His lips were warm. Rain and storms. Passion and innocence. A quick kiss. Lasting only an eternity.
We never should have left that room. We should have fought to stay there forever…
/Where are you. And I’m so sorry/
I haven’t left this bed since they buried him. For days I cried, but even then I knew the tears were useless. Pointless signs of weakness. But they didn’t stop. Rivers flooding me with emotions I never knew I had. Regret and anger so deep that I thought I would die from a broken heart.
/I cannot sleep, cannot dream tonight/
Three weeks. Three weeks since they found his limp body on the ground. Three weeks since I held in in my arms, unwilling to believe that he could leave me. Not when I loved him so much. Not before I could tell him how I felt. Inside my heart I can hear his laughter. I can see his smile. I want to cry, but the tears have dried up.
/Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?/
The liquid is strong. The release is bittersweet and filled with fear. My breathing becomes labored. My chest feels compressed and aching. Never did I think death would feel lthisthis. My eyes flutter close…
/Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head./
It’s like flying. When I wake I am not alone. A gentle smile and bright emerald eyes stare into mine. Standing on green grass. His haneld eld tightly in mine. His lips are brushing mine. Pulling me into him. I hear him whisper “I love you”.
I knI know I’m in heaven.
****I know some people have commented on the fact my stories have some grammatical errors, I\'ve been told to do beta-ing? I think that\'s what it\'s called. Well, no offense intended, but I dont\' want to. Not that I\'m too lazy, it\'s just that, well, some of the mistakes are on purpose. The sentences that are short, that aren\'t really even sentences...it\'s all a matter of art form of writing, which I was taught a long time ago, and it kept with me. It\'s meant to create quick images...anything else, well if it hasnt\' been picked up on spell check, then I don\'t care. *Grin* Anyway, hope you enjoyed...see...I told you it wasn\'t THAT sad...