Miranda\'s Song

Title: Miranda\'s Song
Author: s.a. rodriguez
Warnings: ANGST. Oh, and some smut, too. Just for kicks :D
Summary: When all is lost, there\'s nothing left to do but remember.
Disclaimer: I\'m still poor!
Author Notes: I started this a loooooong time ago but never finished it. That\'s why the begining is good and the ending sucks ass. Oh well....Enjoy!

And when Miranda sang..
Everyone turned away..
Used to the noose they obey..
(The Mars Volta)

Jaw trembling and eyes closed. The barest hint of moisture squeezed from hidden eyes of glass as the memory of his lover\'s scent threatened to permeate his brain. He smelled of the air after a particularly long rain over the Forbidden Forrest. Fresh cleansing spells and muggle shampoo. Those eyes of glass opened their doors to the world, glazed over with salty memories, and Harry took a step closer to the edge.

His chest tightened and a familiar tingling sensation swept over his nose. He blinked again, bringing his vision back in to focus. \"This is the end. It was a bad life, but it will be a wonderful death,\" he whispered to no one in particular. He reached a hand out into nothingness and felt the morning\'s humid air grasp at his skin. Caresses, mouths, skin, kisses, flesh, bleeding, running, screaming. It was too much. \"Take another step, Harry.\"

Sensing his death, Harry\'s memory went into overload. Scents, touches, tastes, whispers, and dense grey eyes. He felt his heart give another great lurch in the direction of the abyss below him. \"Draco…\"

-

Jaw trembling and eyes closed. The scent of palm oil, the feel of scorching bare flesh, the taste of chaste kisses, whispers of encouragement, and the view of those dense grey eyes he knew would be there if he opened his eyes. This was completion. This was the end.

Draco slid up Harry\'s radiating body and planted wet, open-mouthed kisses from the base of his lover\'s throat to the lobes of his ears. Catching the collarbone covered in darker skin between perfect white teeth, he bit down and sucked in all in one hazy second of pleasure.

Harry\'s body gave another great lurch into that of his evil other half. He felt a cool smile against his chest and his eyes flittered open, and slowly began accommodating to the dim light in the room.

The room. Somewhere even below the dungeons there were secret rooms. Harry, in having inherited the wonder of the Marauder\'s Map knew of these rooms when virtuously no one else did. Quiet but seemingly harmless, Harry and his forbidden lover often escaped to these rooms. They were the playground of the greatest love that Hogwarts had ever seen.

Not immediately seeing Draco within his vision, but feeling his presence between his legs, Harry rose up on his elbows to look at the platinum beauty that belonged to him. Those eyes he had been searching for suddenly were trapped beneath his gaze. Draco reached out with his marred arm to caress the side of Harry\'s face with a shaky hand.

The darker young man grabbed at the arm with a great force and pulled his lover on top of him. Pulling Draco\'s hand into his hair, he bit down on the mark that Voldemort used to claim him. A searing pain went through Draco\'s arm and he moaned beneath the stress. A pleasure he was rarely indulged in.

Harry claimed his Slytherin counterpart\'s mouth over and over again. Tongues duelling for dominance neither of them wished to give up; kissing was the most intimate act between the two young men. Sins as dark as the ones committed in those rooms were often overshadowed with the loving passion that poured from every touch of lips.

Draco pulled himself up to straddle the slick waist of his golden boy with his knees. His left hand caught Harry\'s throat and he squeezed, his thumb pressed into the hollowed flesh. Harry\'s head tilted back as he struggled to breathe, his eyes swept closed in mock anguish.

Draco took the moment of Harry\'s distraction to impale himself down on the over-slicked cock jutting up from underneath him. A monstrous shudder racked his body causing his hand to tighten even more around the delicate throat in his grip. Harry\'s eyes sprang open and his pupils dilated at the flood of sensation crashing over his body, trying more desperately to breathe. Strips of red seeped out from the corners of his eyes and reached out to their grassy centre.

Moving against his lover striving for breath, Draco embedded his nails into Harry\'s neck, determined to leave a mark to last after he was gone. He then released his hand and attacked that same neck with his mouth, digging his teeth into the flesh, sucking hard and lapping up the blood. He had to leave his mark. After he was gone, whomever touched Harry would know he had been there first.

But Harry always knew that Draco was forever.

-

Voldemort was gone. Sirius was gone. Remus was gone. Dumbledore was gone. Ron was gone. Percy was gone. Bill was gone. Snape was gone. Sprout was gone. Tonks was gone. So many other people were gone.

Draco was gone.

Harry closed his eyes as a silent sob escaped from his lips. He reached out farther into the air, stepping that much closer to the edge. Sucking in a final breath, The-Boy-Who-Lived arched his chest into the evening, and put a foot over the edge.










Arms clutched around his middle and Harry nearly fell over the cliff with fright. Turning around to fight off whomever was interfering, screaming that he should be allowed to die; a sweet mouth that he remembered immediately cut off his cries. His mind roared with the same memories as before, and Harry felt as if he had stepped over, falling into an endless nothing.

-

Eyes fluttering and hands shaking, Harry felt around the bed he was laying in for his glasses. He could not remember where he was, or how he got there. Soon enough, the horrible ache he had become so familiar with had begun to sink in. But his search quickly ended as his hand landed on another warm body. He wasn\'t in the hospital wing. He smelled the air; he wasn\'t in Hogwarts either.

Harry was home. Home in the bed he shared with his lover who was dead. He suddenly felt the urge to vomit, and he lurched over the side of the bed. But a hand reached out and landed on his shoulder, pulling him back. Kisses rained over his face and neck, and Harry sighed as the feeling in his gut started to simmer out. \"I\'m still dreaming,\" he said, and a quiet chuckle filled his ears.

\"No, love. You\'re not dreaming. You\'re home.\" Harry smiled and finally opened his eyes. A very sleepy yet focused Draco Malfoy stared him in the eye. Before he could speak his thoughts about how everything seemed so real in his dream, Draco planted a firm kiss on his lips.

\"I know you weren\'t expecting me to be here, but I had to come back soon before you did something rash. I know how you are, Harry. Without me, you\'re a blubbering mess. That\'s why I always told you. I will be here forever. We\'re always forever.\"