This is supposed to be HPDM, but it never actually says so, and this is a drabble (which is all I seem to be capable of writing at this point, though I do have some novel-length fics planned for summer (yes, I am pretty much loaded down with work and school crap till then)
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Just a few weeks ago, if you entered the Head Boy's room at Hogwarts you'd see two boys cuddled close on the the bed. If you entered you'd see to lovers, holding each other, using each other as a safe haven. If you entered you'd see to close friends protecting each other from the horrors of the war around them. If you entered, you'd see two soulmates, happy and content, lying in a small bubble of calmness, deep inside a terrible storm.
However, if you entered now, all you'd see are photographs of the two lovers who died in the great battle, together, in each others arms, their last words being to each other, the simplest, yet some of the most important words on the planet. Both of them spoke the same words to the other.
"I love you."
The same words spoken in the Head Boy's room just a few weeks ago, when the two young lovers were residing there. If you entered at almost any time you'd hear them, spoken by the two boys who were together in life and death.
Yeah…normally I don't kill off Harry, or Draco, or kill almost anyone; well…I actually don't think I've killed someone…yet. Anyways, this is a drabble that took about 10 minutes to write, and I feel the need to post things (anything) because of my sleep deprived state and god knows when I'll get some good sleep or free time.