Inspired by Unchained Melody as performed by the Righteous Brothers.

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flashbacks

present

time goes by

"Come on, Harry. It's our song."

"But I can't dance."

"It doesn't matter what you can or can't do. I want you to dance with me."

"Why can't I sit out on this one?"

"Because our party was in shambles, last year."

"It wasn't my fault."

"You planned it, Potter.

"If your friends hadn't-"

"Never mind, that. I'm determined not to let you ruin our anniversary, this year."

"You know I'll only step on your feet. Then, you'll get angry."

"But I know something we've never tried before."

"It still won't work."

"I'll be on your feet while we dance."

"What?"

"You're bloody tall enough for it."

"But you're going to scuff up my shoes."

"Hush, Potter. We're going to dance. And you'll do it without killing my feet, for once."

"But you can snuff my shoes and crush my feet?"

"Stop your complaining and let me step on them."

"I don't want-"

"Hold still. I want to at least do something before the song is over."

…

…

"Draco."

"What, Potter?"

"This is nice."

wait for me

"I told you I'd be back, didn't I?"

"We looked everywhere for you…Even Weasley thought you might be dead."

"It's happened before."

"When hasn't it?"

"Almost like a routine, I gather."

"You think this is funny, do you? 'Harry Potter Missing'. 'Harry Potter Captured by Death Eaters'. I see it sprawled in the headlines of the Daily Prophet, everyday."

"I'm not missing everyday."

"You might as well be."

"But I'll come back to you."

"I never doubt that you will."

"Always, Draco."

"That's not the point."

"It's really nothing to worry about."

"I didn't say I was worried."

"I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Where would you ever get that ridiculous idea?"

…

"I'm not crying over you, Potter."

i've hungered for your touch

There were times when he couldn't move.

His stomach taut, sweat glistening over supple skin. Soft whispers that tried to elude his ears. Damp confessions that tried to evade his eyes.

Because sometimes it hurt too much. To be this close to someone. When fingers delicately tracing his back and instilling in him a pain so strong.

So unbearable that it caused such a powerful ache in his chest. Making it uncomfortable to breathe.

Taking the place of his own agony. The harshness carefully hidden within such a gentle nature. Drowning and soothing him.

He desperately strained to seize this feeling. Make it outlast this single moment. To keep it burning within in him. As it slowly faded away.

Senses were overwhelmed by the intensity of the warmth surrounding him. The tightness in his heart. The numbness that spread throughout his mind. And the body that lay beneath him.

So palpable.

So tenuous.

So real.

Knowing he would have Draco forever in his arms.

Harry had never felt so alive.

time can do so much

"Looks like I've found you this time."

"Rather unusual, isn't it."

"At least you're alive. More Aurors should be here, soon. I've already given a signal."

"I'm surprised there was still a search for me."

"Don't laugh."

"I can't help it."

"There's nothing funny about it. You could have died, again."

"If I don't laugh, I'll cry."

"You're not allowed to, Potter. Just like me. You can't afford to."

"I'll cry until there's nothing left of me."

…

"Would you rather see me cry, Draco?"

are you still mine

"So you're leaving me here, again."

"I guess. It's not like we have a choice."

"I thought we weren't going to be spilt up?"

"It's supposed to be a simple reconnaissance."

"Then why am I not going with you?"

"Because they need you here."

"They already have healers here. What's one less going to do?"

"We always go through this."

"And we'll stop when you learn that you can't do everything by yourself."

"You need to accept that I have to do it by myself."

"No, Harry. This time you don't have to do it alone."

"Who else is able to do it, then?"

"When are you going to get it through your thick skull that people want to help you?!"

"As soon as you stop thinking the world revolves around you."

"That's petty and you know it! I'm selfish?"

"You haven't changed at all, Malfoy."

"Then you haven't, either if you think you can do everything by yourself!"

"They can't help me!"

"Then, of all people, you can at least let me help you, Harry!"

"Oh, that's rich. Especially since the last time you helped, Hermione ended up dead!"

…

"Draco…"

"Go on, Potter."

"Draco, I'm sorry."

…

"You know I didn't mean it like that."

"I'll see you when you get back."

But before he could walk away, Harry captured Draco. In a grip that threatened never to let him go. Pressing tightly together their lips.

Making himself so near. So utterly close. Nearly taking the life out of the man, who now leaned heavily against him.

so slowly

"I'm coming home, Draco."

The waves crashed violently against the rocks. Harsh pants relentless in the heavy darkness. Unrepentant in their cries. Ignorant of their folly.

Alone.

He lay pitifully near the edge of the sea. Too weary to make any but small movement. Sighing against the rock. The shore twisting around to fit in between his hollowed and broken body. Wind cutting against his face with the most intimate of gestures.

He shivered ever so slightly. Almost completely familiar with the sensation. Soon, becoming an all-consuming notion. He welcomed the tingles that began to dance upon his skin.

No longer shuddering, he lay content.

The salt tickling his nose. Playful and incessant against his lack of strong protest. As the sand continued to penetrate his eyes. Trapped beneath his opened lids.

Useless in his hands. Unable to feel one, clenched tightly in the other, his glasses broken.

Only the tide would carry his murmurs.

i need your love

Leaving Harry's final tears in its wake.

Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter.

If I did, this would be his bereavement. In a broken chorus of life.