Disclaimer: All the characters used in this story are the sole property of J.K Rowling (and some other big company whose name I do not remember. Sorry, no insults intended, just my bad memory). They are not mine. I take credit for the characters' actions and thoughts in this story, though (often used as they are).
Rating: T
Pairings: Harry/ Draco
Warnings: implied possible future slash (homosexual relationship)
A/N: A short dialogue/only fic. Draco and Harry (Well, Malfoy and Potter at the moment, yet), right before Harry goes to fight Voldemort in the (hopefully) final battle. It's all about saying what you need to, even if you leave it almost too late.
Feedback: Will be saved into a special folder on my harddrive and taken into consideration.
Wish me"Is it time?"
"Malfoy? You're up then."
"Up and about. It wasn't that serious. And if you're going I have to be prepared."
"Oh, right. Yes, it is time. We'll be leaving soon. I think the others are already getting into positions. I just have to take the ward down."
"You're going, then."
"Everything's in place. And it's the best time we have. There migh not be another one like this."
"All right then. I'll put the potions and bandages ready. Ther's bound to be some casualities."
"Merlin, I hope not. But I've learnt to be realistic. … We're lucky to have you here. And alive"
"Yes, you are. Get going, you'e going to be late if you don't."
"Wish me luck?"
"No."
"No?"
"No. Luck won't help you."
"What would then?"
"Competence. Strategy. Good plan. Good plan B. A portkey back here. Snape to guard your back."
"I've got all those."
"Then you're set. What do you need luck for?"
"I need you to wish me luck."
"Oh…"
"……"
"……."
"Well if you want to… I might as well. Good…"
"No, don't! Don't say it just because I asked, don't…"
"Ssh, stop. It's not because you asked. We need to talk about it, but there's no time now. So go and come back."
"I will."
"I'll hold you to it. Now go. Good luck."