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Ok this was writing in the dead of night after I woke up from a nightmare, may be a bit scatty… don't ask I have no explanation.
A Harry/Draco story, hope you enjoy. Ill try to update every 3 days if I set myself a target then I'll be able to meet it. Ok this contains character death and maybe some OOC but its much needed for the story. I don't own anything, not one dime of Harry potter goes to me, though I wish I did, if I had ¼ of what J.K Rowling has id been rich! He he ok I only mean that in a dream like state.
Part One: Self-Preservation.
He fingered the pure silver like it was his last life line, and it was, it really was. If he did this then he would be able to have his family back, or what may be left of it anyway. His father was more of maniac then he first thought and if Harry didn't die he'd never be able to live normally again. Never be able to live to see it because if he didn't find a way to appease his father the next time he saw him was the last time he'd see light. The silver he held in his hand was an ornate dagger one with a dragon circling the hilt.
Draco's thin finger traced the ridge of small spikes along the dragons back to its head a lone tear falling from his quicksilver eye. He had fallen in love with the raven haired male but it was unaccepted and Harry would have to pay. He tucked the blade back in its scabbard. The scabbard itself was bejewelled with emeralds and diamonds, the colours of Slytherin.
He slipped it into a hidden pocket of his pocket. Harry should be at their meeting place soon. He was hoping Harry had come alone, though there was no specifications as to how Harry should come, and usually Harry dragged Ron and Hermione with him if Draco didn't say, but Harry had been having problems with is friends, especially Ron since Harry had told them he had fallen in love with the blonde.
Draco realised what he was about to do would be backstabbing and evil, but he had no other choice he make sure Harry knew that. He stopped on his way out of his room, considering if he really wanted to do this, his mind told him he had to but his heart told him he loved him, his mind won out at the practicality of this action.
Making his way up the stairs to the entrance hall he walked casually out the main doors, it was just starting to get dark, it wasn't late but it was January and Harry would most likely be wearing thick clothing. His mind was filled with calculations like this and made sure his blade was sharp because of this calculation. Draco also had his wand in a strap at his wrist for easy access should weasel and mud blood should be with Harry. He was al set, so he was surprised to feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach with something akin to guilt rolling inside his chest.
He steeled himself for the task ahead and walked towards the Womping Willow where he would be meeting 'Raven', a secret nickname he had given Potter. He walked along the path fingering the tip of his wand nervously. He walked around a particularly pine tree and spotter not just a black haired head but a red and brown one too, so Draco steeled himself, he'd kill all of them if he had to.
"Hello Raven." So it wasn't so secret anymore, but that was intended, bring Harry closer, before ripping him apart from the blonde. Harry stepped forward cautiously, obviously not sure of what to make of the circumstances of their meeting. Draco pulled him to his body and latched on to those perfect lips, he couldn't deny he really want to… no he couldn't think that. Harry stepped back a little confused at the show of passion in front of his friends. Ron was red and Hermione just watched her shoes. Draco sat on a rock and pulled Harry down in front of him. Hermione followed his example and sat down on near by rocks, Ron stood behind Hermione like a bodyguard. Without anyone noticing Draco slid the blade out and up his sleeve. He brought his arms around Harry's shoulders and nibbled his neck. He heard Harry ask why they were here and didn't answer. Harry rolled his eyes and started a conversation with Hermione, who clearly took this to be normal.
She didn't even realise Harry had stopped though, of that his eyes had gone wide as if from fright, "I'm so sorry, Raven, but if I didn't then I'd be dead and you'd die and I couldn't let that happen something had to be done. I really do love you, oh so very much, 'til the end of time. I'm sorry for anything I may do before we meet again."
A slight smile and nod came to Harry's face as he finally died blood ran over Harry's body, and he buried his head in Harry's neck before getting up and hauling his body over his shoulder, his friend both finally noticed Harry was dead and were intent on getting Harry's body back. That wasn't going to happen. He smiled sadly at them before touching a pendant on his chest and activating it, he was whipped from his standing place in front of the dead boy's friends.
As he disappeared he had never wished more that he hadn't have had to do that. But a pair of emeralds were watching him from a rock near by, he didn't mind from where he was.
I hope you liked this it may have a second shot but I dunno. What do you think?