A talk with a mourning
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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1
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791
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4
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A talk with a mourning
"I woke up." he starts. "Not in the physical way the pathetic muggles mean. No, I woke up. I'm not a child. Nor am I unintelligent.
Don't hold it against me. I just get things quicker."
"I had a passion. "
Draco stares into the air,and sighs.
"For a long time..such a long time..I thought it was hate. I'm a Malfoy. A Slytherin. That's what we do best. We hate. We drawl. We conquer,and we do not loose."
He looks away.
"He woke me up."
A melancholy smile on the face of the supposed formerly death-eater gives him a soft look.
"Harry.. I never called him Harry to his face. Did you know that?" A direct stare. "Never to his face. And now it's too late."
His throat thickens audibly.
"I called him so many names..Did so many things to hurt him, to make him see me. To make him see that I was alive..that I was also worth rescuing."
Tears.
"He had time to save everyone. He saved the world, the whole world..except me."
Draco looks into my eyes, bottomless pits of sorrow digs under my skin. I have to look away. The feeling is too strong.
...
I leave him,sitting on the parkbench, clutching his knees, tears on his face, and I feel empty.
They say to meet him is to meet sorrow incarnate, and they are right.
I asked him ..if he missed Harry so much, why did he not join him in the afterlife?
He smiled at me then. A smirk of some sort.
"Thank you. But do you really the angels would let me in with their Saint Potter?"
He shook his head.
"I don't. And that's why I'm still alive. I have to prove myself. `Till the day comes."
I watch him regain control, and as he leaves the parkbench, I know I have never seen such love before.
-End
Don't hold it against me. I just get things quicker."
"I had a passion. "
Draco stares into the air,and sighs.
"For a long time..such a long time..I thought it was hate. I'm a Malfoy. A Slytherin. That's what we do best. We hate. We drawl. We conquer,and we do not loose."
He looks away.
"He woke me up."
A melancholy smile on the face of the supposed formerly death-eater gives him a soft look.
"Harry.. I never called him Harry to his face. Did you know that?" A direct stare. "Never to his face. And now it's too late."
His throat thickens audibly.
"I called him so many names..Did so many things to hurt him, to make him see me. To make him see that I was alive..that I was also worth rescuing."
Tears.
"He had time to save everyone. He saved the world, the whole world..except me."
Draco looks into my eyes, bottomless pits of sorrow digs under my skin. I have to look away. The feeling is too strong.
...
I leave him,sitting on the parkbench, clutching his knees, tears on his face, and I feel empty.
They say to meet him is to meet sorrow incarnate, and they are right.
I asked him ..if he missed Harry so much, why did he not join him in the afterlife?
He smiled at me then. A smirk of some sort.
"Thank you. But do you really the angels would let me in with their Saint Potter?"
He shook his head.
"I don't. And that's why I'm still alive. I have to prove myself. `Till the day comes."
I watch him regain control, and as he leaves the parkbench, I know I have never seen such love before.
-End