A/N: This Author's Note will be slightly long so please bear with me. This fic is actually an excerpt for a story that I'm working on. I just wanted to upload it to see what you guys think of it. If you don't mind not knowing the exact background to it and are willing to take it as a drabble be my guest and read on. If not, here is the tale behind the excerpt.
This scene takes place on the eve of the final confrontation between Harry and Lord Voldemort. The rest of the wizarding world has fallen and Hogwarts remains as the last bastion of the Light against the Dark. As the Death Eaters march to claim the school, the students are preparing themselves for open war. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley will be fighting against the Dark Lord in a personal battle. Draco Malfoy, as the Head Boy of Hogwarts, will be leading the students in the defense of Hogwarts, with the Head Girl, Hermione Granger, and his best friend Blaise Zabini.
Now that the stage is set, it's on to the story. As usual, the amazing characters of Harry Potter do not belong to me but to their esteemed creator JK Rowling. For you patient people who have made it this far, enjoy!
Never Be Parted
They would be fighting different battles. They would be going down different paths. They would not be seeing each other again until dawn broke. They were terrified that dawn would never break.
Though many couples were together, enjoying their brief final moments in each other's embrace, there was one pair which had everyone entranced. Nearly all eyes were on the two figures standing at the top of the main stairway. Both had met there and neither had left.
One, with messy jet-black hair, wore a worn black cloak over his Hogwarts crimson red Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, designed for comfort and convenience. The Sword of Godric Gryffindor hung, strapped to his side. He wore nearly nothing else, no protective gear, except for a silver necklace that glimmered softly against his neck. The other, with silvery blond hair, wore an obsidian cloak rimmed in silver over his emerald green Slytherin uniform, a symbol of his loyalty and leadership. His slender hands were gloved in dragon hide and small delicate potion bottles hung from his belt. He wore nothing else, with the exception of a silver ring studded in emerald on his finger.
These two were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, one the Boy-Who-Lived, symbol of hope and one the Bearer of Light, symbol of unity. They were the leaders, heading the battle from two fronts. Harry was fated to kill Voldemort. Draco was fated to lead Hogwarts to victory. But now, just for a short moment in time, they were just young boys, scared for their future, terrified for their love.
Harry's tanned and calloused hands were in Draco's hair, sifting through silvery fine threads, tangling his fingers tenderly, as he cradled his boyfriend's head. Draco's fair and slender hands were on the small of Harry's back, pulling him closer, supporting him and protecting him for the last time. Their lips met in a tangling touch of love, made hard and bruising by fear, anguish and turmoil, yet electrifying by bittersweet hope and pure unadulterated love. Green eyes were clouded with anguished love. Grey eyes were stormy tumultuous need. Even as they parted with nothing more than a whispery, lingering touch, no words left their lips – no desperate declarations and no goodbyes. Even as Harry strode determinedly to the door with Ron falling in step with him, even as Draco stood proudly on the head of the stairs with Blaise and Hermione flanking him on either side, the both of them did not let parting stain their final moments in each other's presence. It was unnecessary. Because they knew that they would not be parted...
...not even in death.
As the door closed with a final 'CLICK!', silence descended.
The day of destiny had dawned.