PLEASE DON'T LET IT GO
By Rave XTM
Genre: One-shot, Slash
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: Drabble based on "Please don't let it go" from H.I.M.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I just borrow J.K. Rowlings toys and put them back neatly when I'm done torturing them. No, I make no money of this, its purely for my own sick pleasure.
Feedback: Very welcome! No flaming really, its only a waste of time.
Authors note's: I had something like this in my head ever since I discovered the great song "Please don't let it go' by H.I.M. Every time I hear that song, its just aches, it touches all my emotional nerves. Yet I have to listen to it every once I a while.
"Please", he whispers, begs.
"Please don't go".
I looked up and see emerald oceans, filled with pain. I want to say something, but I don't know what. My voice will probably fall short on me at this point anyway.
I see him tremble. Trying to hold back thousands of intense emotions. Trying to decide whether or not to reach out and touch me.
His eyes dare me anyway. Brave and courages. Like always.
Suddenly he moves. He even seems to surprise himself with it.
He moves. Takes a hold of my shoulders. Steps closer.
Steps closer and presses his lips against mine.
Nothing passionate really, just a rough touch. However, passionate it becomes when one hand reaches down to find mine, entwining our fingers.
Like we always do.
Did, I correct myself.
As quickly as they came, the lips disappear. I feel him resting his head on my shoulder. I must have closed my eyes at some point.
I feel him shake. I touch my cheek. Its wet. He is crying.
"Please", he sobs, losing all his dignity.
"Please don't let it go".
He is shaking harder now. Then, he looks up at me again, though I doubt he can see a thing trough his tears, I see a thousand things. Things I don't really want to see. Not now. But it is there. All the love. All the pain.
Then, it snaps. I lose it. I give in. I squeeze his hand which is locked with mine and move. Pulling him closer by the small of his back with my free arm, crushing our lips together again.
The emotions are overwhelming. How he always manages to be so emotional with such small gestures.
He pulls me even closer.
A dark veil seemed to be lifted from my heart. A suffocating veil, locking out all warmth and passion. It bursts in with such overwhelming force I doubt I can stand on my feet much longer.
The love. God, all that love.
I realize not all tears are his.
I manage to break free after many moments, our eyes seeking each others gaze immediately.
"You are gonna be the death of me. I'm gonna be the death of you". My voice sounds hazy, roughened a little.
He nods. He knows. Of course he knows.
I realize I have already made my choice.
I will not go. I will not ever let this go.
How ignorant and plain stupid to think I could, even for a moment. To think it would somehow make things easier.
He sees.
He knows.
I think he knew all along.
He sometimes knows me better than I myself.
He uncurls our fingers, only to hold me closer.
Our lips lock again. Not only desperate and harsh this time.
I think we are both crying. And I feel like flying. And smiling.
No, I will not ever let this go.
Ever.