Hello! This is my first ever dark drarry drabble (3d's! AH HA!) on . I write things on tumblr, and I want to reach out people who don't follow me there here, so please enjoy! This was inspired by Cinnamon's famous "Beautiful World" - can be found in Schnoogle - and I was very much interested and inclined to write a fic/drabble/ficlet about it since reading it. A heartbreaking story, it was, but beautifully crafted.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling and other affliates like WB own Harry Potter and everything under its name, not me. I just get to have some fun with it and manipulate it.
Reviews will be greatly appreciated.
It hurts.
Draco Malfoy touched Harry one last time before burning him in a boat. The cold, smooth skin was forever to be remembered by Draco with cold hatred to the world. Harry shouldn't have died. He shouldn't have. He didn't deserve it.
Beads of sweat ran down Draco's skin while he was writhing in his bed; in his mind, dreams were composed with reality intertwined with fantasy; dreams so intricately woven, they were hard to differentiate.
In this dream, Harry had woken up when Draco fulfilled his request before he slept.
"Told you I'd wake you up." Draco smirked at the lethargic Harry.
"Am I still alive?" Harry asked him.
The sun was out, the horizon clearing up. Their view from the rooftops was amazing, breathtaking, and held a thousand whispered, unspeakable, fragile promises for both of them.
Draco nodded while smiling at Harry.
"What do you want to do? You know we can't stay on the rooftops forever." Harry whispered after a few silent moments.
Draco teased, "Build a family, have a great, long life, name one kid after Severus, love you forever…"
Harry smiled sweetly at him. "That doesn't sound so bad."
"Why would it? You're here," Draco reached out to Harry. "Alive and breathing."
Harry nodded.
Draco attempted to hold Harry's right hand, but it was gone the instant they touched.
Draco touched cold, smooth skin.
Beads of tears ran down Draco's pale face, his eyes still closed in attempts to hold on to the dream of Harry smiling.
Draco Malfoy whispered the only name that had ever brought this powerful man on his quivering knees.
"Harry."