Title: Last Words Part I
Author: olimakiella
Rating: I'll give it an R for now.
Pairing:H/D
Warnings: This is H/D slash. No likey no readey!
Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. It's pointless but I also do not own any part of the London Underground. especially the Circle Line.
Summary: He told him he hated him, just before disaster struck. Now he has to make sure it's not he last thing he ever gets to say.
Author's Notes:This was actually written before the attack on the Underground that July and I hadn't wanted to upload it, stupidly thinking for a while that me writing it was like a bad omen, but then I submitted it as a gift fic for a journal friend of mine and it's a great hit on the site so I uploaded it here too. Hope you enjoy and all that... It has seven parts altogether.

Part I

"That is beside the point and you know it," Draco said angrily into his phone as he passed the muggles on the street. He barely touched them now, he was proud to point out. Where before he would walk through the London streets packed with people and get hit left right and centre, now he could walk in time with them and weave in and out without being noticed at all. He made it to the Underground station without fault and paid for a ticket on autopilot, weaving through everyone to slip his ticket into the machine. He walked through the barrier before it closed again, snatching his ticket as he did so and only stopped walking when he hit the escalator. If he'd stopped to think about what he was doing he'd be proud of himself. Or, at least, he would be proud right now, if his boyfriend wasn't being such an idiot. "You know, I had thought that when you invited me to lunch that you were preparing yourself to apologise to me. I see that's too much to ask of Your Highness," he said sarcastically as he stepped off the escalator and located his train line.

"Draco I'm not the one who – wait, what? I didn't invite you anywhere."

Draco rolled his eyes and switched ears as he stood waiting for the train in the crowd. The phone was breaking up as it is and he couldn't hear him very well. "Yes you did, Potter, I'm on my way now." He looked up when the tell tale breeze from the tunnel blew through the station. The train appeared seconds later.

"No I didn't. And I wouldn't, not to apologise anyway. I have nothing to apologise for. Why don't you just listen to me when I'm talking?"

"Because I'm not a trained animal, Potter," he answered boarding the train. "Contrary to popular belief I don't do everything you say. Nor do I like to. Why you invited me-"

"I didn't invite youanywhere."

Draco huffed in annoyance and turned away from the woman who was staring at him, purposefully lowering his voice he answered with a frustrated, "Yes, you did. I'm on my way to you now." He hated when people eavesdropped.

"No I didn't, god I hate it when you do this."

Draco frowned. He couldn't have heard that right. The static on his phone from the lack of reception was terrible. It sounded like Harry had said 'I – hate – you.'

He took the phone away from his ear and stared at it briefly before he answered, "What? You hate me?" he said not bothering to hide his disbelief. He didn't hear much of the answer but the frustrated sigh was enough.

At least until, "Well I'm beginning to yes," cut through the static to his ears as the train jerked forward. "Draco, go home. I'll see you there."

Draco still had a look of incredulity on his face. Incredulity and hurt. "No, don't bother doing me any favours, Potter. I won't be there." He hung up and shoved the phone in his pocket. He knew it was probably pointless saying that as the reception had probably cut out his retort but he couldn't just keep it silent. He rested his head against the pole he was holding onto before looking outside the window of the moving train. Great I'll have to go back now,he thought to himself squashing down the hurt from Harry's words.He then realised he was in a moving train with no recollection to how he got on. He frowned looking for the line map above the window. He raised his eyebrows before a brief smile lit up his face. He was on the right line too. A small laugh of pride escaped him.

He didn't have much time to bask in it however as suddenly a series of loud cracks sounded in the train compartment and seconds later the last three compartments exploded and everything went dark.

"Pansy come on we're going to miss the train!" Blaise said walking as fast as he could through the throng of people. It didn't help that Pansy had on a pair of heels she couldn't possibly run in. Taking them off was like a sacrilege so he didn't even mention it. They stopped at the crossing just across from the Underground station. There was a space in the cars but he didn't dare try to cross then, Pansy could hardly walk as it was.

They didn't pay any attention to the people that did cross immediately in the space and therefore missed their school friend hurrying along with the rest of them engrossed in his own heated conversation on his mobile phone.

Frustrated with her three month fiancé, Pansy wrenched her wrist free. "Blaise, stop with the pulling, alright? I want to make a good impression with your parents. Turning up soaked with sweat and broken shoes does not help!" She smoothed down her hair and straightened her clothes walking as fast as her own pace could handle when the light turned green. They made their way into the station bought tickets and scurried through the barriers. Pansy had almost been pushed back but made it in time before they snapped shut on her. They only rested for the ride down the escalators to catch their breath.

"Which line is it? Do you know?" she asked him as they stopped in front of the huge map on the wall.

"Um, give me a sec." Blaise frowned locating their station and line colour on the multicoloured map. "Oh! Yeah, this one. It's that restaurant near the Ministry right?"

"Yeah I think that's what they said in their note."

Blaise nodded once in decision. "Ok then, it's this one," he said tracing the coloured line and then looking around for directions. "This way," he said spotting the name above a tunnel where dozens of people were walking. They joined the mass and walked onto the platform.

"The train's already there!" Pansy said worriedly. She didn't want to miss it. This would be only the second time she'd met them after their engagement and she knew that if they were late it would have been her fault. Though knowing Blaise he would've taken the blame somehow. They managed to find a spot on the train standing up and held on as it started to move moments after they got on. Pansy breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on him. "Thank Merlin for small mercies."

He laughed and allowed her to rest on him as he looked up at the line map counting about four stations before they'd have to get off.

Seconds later a series of loud cracks filled the air in their compartment and a few compartments behind theirs exploded. The train jerked forward rapidly and he fell taking Pansy with him.

Then there was silence and darkness.

Harry hung up and slammed his mobile phone down on his desk. He then proceeded to bang his head on his desk in succession. He hadn't meant to say that. He'd never think of saying that. Well perhaps in school but those days were long over.

There was a sense of dread echoing around him. A sense that he'd cocked up royally. "Oh god. I'm such an idiot." He hit his head a few more times just to make sure the message stuck.

He had heard what Draco had said. Tone of voice aside, it was clear enough through the bad reception. He wouldn't be home when Harry got in. He'd probably gone back to his parents' house. God knows Harry'd had to prise him from there before. Some major begging was in order. And he didn't have the energy for it.

"Oh fuck it, let him stay there." He covered his face with his hands, leaned forward with his elbows on his desk and sighed feeling his hands warm with his breath. He closed his eyes in an effort to get rid of the head ache forming in his left temple. The next few days were going to be hell.

Someone knocked on his door.

He sighed again but didn't move. "What," he said, muffled but loud.

The door opened and Ron came in with a cup of coffee. "I came round before but I heard an argument so I went straight for this." He held up the cup putting it on the table carefully. Harry turned at the smell and went after it as if his life depended on it saying something that sounded like 'lifesaver' but the cup was in the way. Ron just grinned. "Yeah I thought you'd like that." He sat down. "Now start at the beginning." He waited.

Harry rolled his eyes. "You do not want to hear this," he said after swallowing and rested his head once more on his hand warming the other with his cup.

Ron raised an eyebrow. Something Harry wished he could do. "And why is that?"

Harry let his head fall forward again and groaned. "Because every time I tell someone, I end up figuring out the problem and I'm usually the one in the wrong." He sighed. "I don't want to be wrong this time," he whined.

Ron sat forward. "Harry, you do know that I'm not that big a fan of Malfoy, right?"

"No, but you're a humungous fan of Hermione and she's a fan of logic. Logic gets me into trouble because you," he pointed, "start seeing her view and then I'm the only one with my view because no onehates logic like I do," he rambled giving the word 'logic' a dirty look.

Ron frowned on his chair, his elbows resting on his thighs and his fingers steeped. He thought over what Harry had just said and when he reaffirmed that no, it didn't make sense, he said, "Eh? Mate you're completely mental. I'm a fan of logic?"

Harry raised his head and looked at Ron with an expression that bordered on, 'Well, duh.' "You're a chess player, Ron. No one likes logic more than a chess player." He shook his head. "Doesn't matter anyway. None of it matters 'cos he's gone back to his parents."

Ron raised both his eyebrows this time. "Again?"

Harry narrowed his eyes as he glared at his cup. "Yes, again. I have great reason to believe it as he said he wouldn't be home when I got back." He gulped down some more coffee.

"Oh Harry, mate. I'm-"

Just then Hermione burst in through the door. "Harry! Harry, come quickly." She then ran off.

The urgency in her tone made both Harry and Ron rush after her. They followed her through numerous corridors before they got to a conference room. Well, they called it a conference room. Really all it had in it were a bunch of chairs and a television. It was something Hermione had brought up to the Minister a few years back just out of school when they all joined the Ministry after the war. She had gone to him arguing that looking through newspapers was not a very efficient way of spotting magical activity. Getting a television, even if they could only manage to power it by magic, would be a good way to spot them immediately if they watched the news. The Minister had said no. At first. Her tenacity could do that to a man. It had proven to be effective more than once.

Now it seemed to be doing so again. On the screen housed a running image of the ITN news. Mr. MacDonald holding a very sombre expression as he described the commotion occurring at the inset beside him.

"...just moments ago in a London Underground train station. The train in question having justleft Embankment on the Circle Line that circles Central London. There is no saying who caused these attacks but authorities have heard from those who made it to the surface that they heard various loud cracking sounds before the train, which had just left the station and entered the tunnel, exploded…"

The doors to the room burst open suddenly and six people entered causing Hermione to pause in her explanation that the loud cracks could very well be people apparating and they should look into it. Harry had been listening to her but the intrusion caused him to halt in his tracks.

Draco's parents were at the forefront.

He rolled his eyes heavenward. As if this couldn't get any worse. The last thing he needed was another 'you're not good enough for my son' lecture - especially from Narcissa, the woman who hated him with a passion bordering on fetish. He swore she got off on telling him how unworthy he was for Draco. she never failed to rub it in his face whenever Draco got upset.

As they entered the room they caught sight of him and made a beeline for him before he could get away. Harry mulled over making a run for the door but decided against it as the four people behind the Malfoys were following them. He stayed put.

"Where is my son?" Narcissa began heatedly. She stood stock still and stared right at him. He had always wondered how someone shorter than him could manage to look down their noses at the same time. Mentally shrugging it off, he looked right back at her. At least now he knew where Draco got it from. Then he frowned. He had thought Draco would be in her arms pouting by now. Knowing when to speak though, he settled with, "I don't know, I thought he'd be with you," before she ripped off his head for insolence.

Narcissa looked about ready to jump him but Lucius held her back by putting an arm out to stop her. His calm was a grave contrast to her anger and Harry found it just as disconcerting as they were sure to be purposefully making it. "Why would he be with us, Potter?"

"Because when I spoke to him earlier, he said he wouldn't be home when I got there. I just assumed he would be with you by now. You haven't seen him?" A small spoke of worry hinted in his mind but it was dampened when he realised Draco might have just gone back to pack first.

Narcissa narrowed her eyes. "No we haven't seen him. He spoke to us before he left your house for lunch. He said you'd invited him somewhere, probably to apologise for your previous behaviour." She sniffed disdainfully. "I told him not to hold his breath."

Harry's frown was now one of incredulity. "Why do you all keep saying that, I didn't invite him anywhere. We're not even talking for Christ's sake!"

"Well he said you invited him to lunch in a note you left this morning," Lucius said, the epitome of coolness.

Narcissa looked disdainfully at the office turning her nose at the occupants of the floor. "Yes," she said eyeing one particularly tasteless dresser, "couldn't even stay for a talk with his own mother because he had to catch one of those dreadful trains he loves so much." Her eyes centred on him once more and Harry could almost feel the sharp edge of a blade cut through his skin.

Trains? If Draco was somehow coming to meet him at the Ministry for lunch he wouldn't be able to get here now because the Circle Line was the main line people used to get to Victoria. Because of the explosion, all lines along and surrounding would be closed.

Harry, suddenly, felt ice cold.