Soul Breaker
Draco felt a little foolish fitting as he was. But the pain was so incredible he didn't know what else to do. On the end of his hospital wing bed lay a single card, from Harry. Harry, the saviour. Funny how someone who could kill Voldermort couldn't save a 17 year old boy from dying by the cruciators curse. He sat by the bed now, tears clearly in his eyes. Harry leant forward and held draco steady.
"It's okay. The pain will be over soon." He tried to smile but failed desperately. Draco held still, knowing he was expected to say something. But he could think of nothing. So instead Harry bent low and gave him a long kiss, wondering if it was the last. Draco thought the same thing, only knew it would be.
"Wi-will you be a ghost? Or go on?" Harry let a single tear fall as he kept his voice steady.
"I- I'm- goin-ing o-n" It hurt to talk, and not just from the curse. Harry nodded.
"I'll meet you there." Draco whimpered at Harry's soft touch on his cheek. Harry didn't seem able to hold on. He let silent tears fall freely but made no move to brush them away. Draco was more aware of them than the fact feeling was leaving his body. He reached out his hand and grabbed onto harry's arm, which Harry comforted with his own. Harry would never know that Draco cried because he could only see Harry's hand, not feel it. The curtains behind Harry billowed softly as draco lost all feeling. Harry finally let himself cry properly. The truth that no-one ever found out, was that Harry had died too.
A/N im having a thing with Harry/Draco things at the mo. sorry about that.