Imaginary

A/N: This is my first go at a Harry/Draco ficlet. I wrote it after reading about the challenge on aff, where you shuffle through your songs and just write to whatever comes up. So hope you enjoy it. Hugs Aduial

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Imaginary (Evanescence)

Draco stood watching Harry sleep, his hand gently brushing raven locks away from a strained face. No matter what Harry said he hadn’t got over the betrayal that had been displayed after the war. The headline in The Daily Prophet:

“HARRY POTTER – IN WITH THE DARK ARTS” The following article that had described how Harry must be evil, the next dark lord because he had died and come back to life. How he needed to be destroyed. The masses that had come chanting, with their torches and pitchforks – metaphorically speaking of course. Draco had gathered up the few belongings that he and Harry had stored in Grimauld Place and fled with his boyfriend to a distant aunt in France. He brushed Harry’s hair one last time and then moved away from the sleeping form of his love. Draco made his way to the small laboratory and worked on the antidote to the Brew of sleeping death. He would never understand why Harry had done it, did he really believe he’d find refuge in sleep? He shook his blonde head and concentrated on his work.

Harry’s wraith like form lingered in the doorway, watching his boyfriend work, crossing his finger’s that soon he would have all the ingredients that he would need to brew the antidote. He had hoped to find refuge from all his nightmares; however he had just build another nightmare for himself. Unable to wake or speak, sometimes pulled back inside his own body, having to deal with the memories, the accusing faces of the people he once called his friends. It would all start on a field of flowers, the field that would afterwards be a muddied, bloodied mess.

There would be the phantom voices, calling him screaming at him, “FREAK”, “MONSTER” and worse. Only Draco’s gentle hand could sooth them could pull him out of himself, bring this astral form his spirit forth that would allow him to wander the old mansion. He never went far though, just so far as to linger and wait for Draco to finish.

He longed to be able to hold him again but it seemed that that was now impossible. An excited murmur drew his attention back to what Draco was doing by the cauldron, he must have moved while Harry had been musing.

“I HAVE DONE IT!” His boyfriend triumphed holding up a small glass bottle filled with a bright red liquid. He rushed past Harry’s shadow and towards the bedroom his body was lying in. Harry quickly followed him and dove back into his body just as Draco dripped the potion into his mouth.

Draco watched Harry’s emerald eyes flicker open, the strained expression from his face vanishing as he woke completely. A beautiful smile curved his sensuous lips. He sat up and wrapped his arms around Draco.

“Thank you.”

“I have missed you.” Harry smiled more. He felled kisses being pressed to his face. “Never seek sleep as refuge again. Let me take care of you.” He nodded, placing his head on Draco’s strong shoulder, excepting the peace that had always been there but that he had only seen now.