A/N: Disclaimer- If I owned Harry Potter, you'd know.
Clearly I like writing angsty Draco.
Written for they say that i'm crazy 's Stimulate Your Senses Challenge.
Texture: Bumpy, Scent: Apples, Taste: Blood, Sound: Screaming, Sight: Transparent.
Draco was waiting for his lover to join him in the night. An apple orchard might've been an odd meeting place, but the chaos that was bound to find either of the two young men followed them everywhere. The public had not caught wind of their secret relationship, and Draco was keen to keep it that way, if not for his sake, then for Harry's. The night remained oddly quiet though, and Draco felt a bit unsettled.
It was a couple minutes before he had the sensation of being watched and turned around. All he could see was the transparency of the air and a rustle of wind around-
"Harry."
And he lunged at the figure he sincerely hoped was Harry under his Dad's invisibility cloak.
Yep. The squeal that met his ears was definately Harry's, and it drove all doubt from Draco's mind at once. They'd been away much too long for comfort and it always amazed Draco to see the dark haired boy still alive. He just felt like...any second could be the second. The second between life, and being encased in a white tomb. That survival was such a big uncertainty. He always assumed the worst, just so that when he was wrong, he could be completely reassured. To have Harry in his arms was the biggest importance in his life; a reason worth living. It filled him with all the most wonderful feelings and he suddenly belonged. And everything would be okay.
The couple fell to the ground by the trees. Harry noted the bumpiness of the ground as tree roots digging into his back. Draco began snogging him breathless though and he forgot the momentary discomfort.
"Draco." He gasped, as Draco began biting his neck teasingly. A coppery, bitter taster met the blonde's mouth. Blood? He thought, and immediately pulled back. There'd been much to much bloodshed lately and Draco hated it, let alone be the one to cause it. He tenderly licked the bloodied neck and Harry moaned despite himself.
The apples from the orchard the clung to Draco would soon be a smell accompanied by many good memories, Harry thought.
But to his surprise, Draco was sniffling.
"Draco..." He asked tentatively, reaching a hand up to the Slytherin's cheek to catch a tear, but there were none.
"Hold me Harry." He said, whimpering slightly.
The war was addling Draco's brain, clouding his senses. No matter what, no matter how, he felt powerless against this big fiasco. Felt troubled and confused and shameful. And he just needed stability, and that was Harry. Being with Harry made him feel feelings other than dread and despair. Feel feelings that made him remember he was still alive.
Despite everything Harry shone through.
He deserved to be the Chosen One, and he would win.
Draco heard a scream somewhere in the distance and jumped in Harry's now enclosing arms.
The war changed people. This couple was the living proof.