Warnings: Character death, self-harm
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me.
Death of an Angel
It was beautiful how his pale skin shone in the moonlight as the blood slowly drained from his body. It was beautiful how his emerald eyes, once fiery and passionate, were empty and hollow. It was also beautiful how his ebony hair loosely hung on his face, greatly contrasting with his skin. But the most beautiful thing of all was the way death just seemed too loom over his pale bleeding body. It was like looking at a fallen angel.
Harry Potter was indeed looking exceptionally beautiful tonight, Draco Malfoy thought, staring sagely at the dying boy at his feet. They were in the astronomy tower. It was the full moon and the howl of a werewolf disturbed the silence every once in awhile. But it didn't matter. Harry had his full attention at the moment.
It seemed as though Harry didn't notice Draco there. It made sense though; Harry had lost quite a bit of blood by the time Draco arrived. Harry's head twitched. Slowly, his head rose for the purpose of seeing the moon one final time, but instead found two grey, emotionless eyes staring down at him.
"M-Malfoy," Harry whispered, his head lowering again.
Draco knelt down next to the ebony haired angel who was so pale now his skin was almost translucent. He wanted to caress Harry's face desperately, but he refrained, choosing to speak instead.
"Why?" Draco asked, his voice barely audible.
Harry smiled softly. "I refuse to be a pawn any longer."
Draco was silent, choosing to nod instead of replying. Nothing was said after that. They just waited under the moonlight as the life finally left Harry's eyes. Draco was rather sad that Harry left him. They weren't friends or anything of the sort, but Draco was still sad. Harry was a rather important part in his life, even if it wasn't a very good part for the Gryffindor. He couldn't really describe Harry's role in his life; he showed courage and it drove him onward, Draco guessed.
You know how people say that when somebody dies they look like they're asleep? Well, Harry didn't. He just looked dead. His skin was white, stained crimson by the blood that flowed from his mutilated wrist.
It was a sad sight to see an angel die.
Before getting up, Draco placed a chaste kiss on Harry's cold lips. He had come for his own suicide, but he had instead seen Harry's. Somehow, brunette's death encouraged him to continue with his life and fight harder then ever in this ongoing war. Draco didn't know why it inspired him so, but he left the tower with a new reason for living.
Draco died a year later in the final battle at Hogwarts. He had died defending Harry's name, struck down by Voldemort's wand for his defiance. But he was happy; he had died defending his angel.
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A/N: I'm so happy! This is my first oneshot and I think I did pretty well on it. But what do ya'll think?