Me too (Breathe)

A/N - Every now and then I hear a song and something happens.   This is the result.  I know it's short, but it's perfect.  I may expand, but for now it's perfect just the way it is...But I won't say a sequal won't happen... 

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Me Too... (Breathe)

 

Harry stood watching the ash of his greatest enemy float in the air.  His mind was full of the chaos and death of the day.  He was numb, and could only stare into nothing as he slowly sunk to his knees.  They were free, finally, blissfully free.

Earlier

Harry grabbed Draco's arm and swung him up behind him, the inferno blazing around them, heat licking at his heels.  Draco's breath was hot on his neck as he flew.

"Harry..." The one word was broken, just as broken as the boy on the back of his broom.  Years of tension broken in that single moment.  He did the only thing he could do in the face of brokenness... breathe.

"I know. Me too." Harry breathed out, feeling the arms tighten around his waist and the wetness of tears trickling down his neck.  He could not lose himself in that brief moment.  When they tumbled out of the Room of Requirements, the weight of his role was upon him again and he just moved with it all.

Present

He couldn't breathe.  The swirling ash and crumbling ruins were suffocating him.  His wand killed, his magic killed... Freedom was a breath away but he couldn't grab the breath... Something was missing...

Then his face was stroked softly, and pools of mercury flooded his vision.

"Breathe, Harry... We can breathe now." The soft unsure voice once laced with hate broke into his haze.

There was a moment, when the sun shone soft rays upon the blond before him.  There was grey ash in blond hair, smudges peppering a dark jacket, yet the face was untouched.  Harry rose to his feet, pulled by all the magic that seemed to surround him, and suffocate him.  He needed the breath offered right now, otherwise he would never make it.

Harry's lips parted and he was drawn to the very breath of Draco.  Thier lips merged and melted as everything was gone.  Draco breathed into Harry and Harry took it into his lungs. As their hearts thundered out a new rhythm, their breaths followed.  Harry's hands were gripping Draco's lapel with an urgency of a drowning man.  Draco's hands were framing a face he had longed to touch for so long, they were reverent, and honored the tenderness of the moment.  

The calm of breathing was shattered when one tongue met another and night turned into day.  Cold turned into fire, and the world stopped to matter.  They were back into the inferno, heat licking at their bodies, and the moment of discovery upon them.  

So many years of passion from anger turned to something far more tender. Harry's eyes opened to be caught up once again in Draco's silver gaze.  The parts of Harry not allowed the freedom over the past years started to wake in the beauty of the moment.  His heart was finally alive, and all the walls within him were crashing against the subtle wave of Draco's wordless declaration.  The Malfoy mask was falling to ash and drifting away with the breeze, leaving only a devastating Draco in it's wake.

"Harry..."

"I know...Me too."

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