They stood in the center of the quidditch field, one watching the backs of the other. Their colleages had long since vanished, leaving just the two of them.
"Why do you have to go?"
The other, who had not spoken since the dementor's kiss sweeped the field, took a breath. "I have no choice."
"Life is about choices. You don't need to go."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't!" The voice was broken, tears probably to follow and fill it all too soon.
"You wouldn't understand."
"Bloody Hell, I don't! Explain it to me!"
The one who was trying to stay calm and not attack the other human, who they were so happy to call their lover, turned. "You've never been killed."
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?!"
The one, walked to the other, placing their hands on the other's shoulder's. "Look at me. Look in my eyes." The other did as told. "What do you see?"
"Your eyes...they're as red as..."
"Blood. It's what I need. It's what I crave. You don't understand. You aren't like me. He isn't either, but he's the only one that can control me from killing again."
"Again?"
"I almost killed my entire House."
The other's eyes widened. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. The most gentle in all of Hogwarts, a killer?
"I have to go to him. If I don't, I'm afraid...I'll kill again."
The other bit their lip as tears welled up in their eyes. Losing their mind, they threw themselves on the one. The one was taken by surprise, but wrapped their arms around the other.
"Kill me..."
"What?"
"I don't want us to be seperated. If you kill me, then we won't have to be."
"My Serpent, I can't..."
"Why not, my little Messiah?" The other brushed away the bangs of the one. "Do you not love me?"
"Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love you."
The other smirked. The one knew him all too well. "The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, Act II, Scene II, Polonius."
"Love, please, do not make hurt you like my kind does. When this is all over, we will be together ever again."
The other bit their tongue, pulling into the one's chest and cried. The one, instead of hoping and begging that the other would stop crying, they just held the other.
"I love you, My Serpent."
"And I love you, My Little Messiah."
My Serpent - Harry's name for Draco
My Little Messiah - Draco's Name for Harry
Harry is a vampire and has to cross over to Voldemort because that's the only way he can survive without having to kill. This is another one that has come to me in my sleep.