1Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, because I don't own souls...and because someone else came up with these characters...however I did come up with the storyline.

Summary: Well this is HPDM fluff. Don't worry, later it will get depressing. And this time I promise to write more...

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His last moments played out like a movie...The movie where the hero dies, which leads to the beginning of the end.

One moment he had been laughing with his new love, the one person who made even the darkest moments seem...brighter, and the next he was lying one the floor bloody, crying for his love to make things bright again.

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"Oui! Draco! Wait up!" A dark-haired youth ran to catch up with the blonde walking briskly ahead.

"What is it, Potter?" The blonde stopped and turned around to speak to the boy running toward him.

Harry stopped right in front of Malfoy, almost running into him. "Here, this is for you." Harry handed him a cupcake with a note attached to it. " You missed the cake!"

Draco examined the cupcake, "Maybe I didn't want the cake."

"...then why did you go to the party?" Harry asked with a confused look on his face.

Draco laughed at Harry, like he was an idiot. "You know, you're starting to sound a lot like crab and Goyle. I went there to spend time with you." He said the last part blatantly.

"Well, Draco, if you wanted to spend time with me..." harry leaned in close to draco. "...you only had to ask."

At that moment Hermione had walked in, searching for Harry, "Harry...Harry...oh, there you are Harry! You rushed off so..." She then noticed how close harry was to draco. " geez, you two. I thought it was odd that harry rushed off so quickly, I now know why." She said with a knowing grin.

"Stupid mud-blood" draco murmured, mostly to himself.

"Draco! What did I tell you?" He said with a disapproving tone in his voice and look on his face.

Draco smiled at Harry. "Sorry, mother."

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There is your horribly written story, you horrible people. My back hurts, so I don't feel like writing any more...since I can't seem to write what I want to write. I give up for now. If you think it is too short, well at least it is something! Even though I know some of you are wishing I hadn't had the urge to write it. It is your fault for reading it...well... squirrels and all that jazz.