A/N I do not own this at all.
"Forget regret for life is yours to miss." RENT
//flashback//
"You don't have to go Draco." Harry said, head bowed.
"You know i have to, not everyone can sit on their ass and hide!"
"Damn it Draco!" Harry yelled, his eyes blazing, "It's not like i chose to be in this fucking place!" He started to say something else, but never got to finish.
"I'm sorry." Draco said softly, not wanting to fight, not on the last night they might see each other.
Harry found himself backed against the wall, Draco's lips assulting his. "Drake.." Harry pause, gasping for air, "I love you." But Draco didn't say anything as he reached for the buttons on Harry's shirt.
//End Flashback//
Draco crawled into the bed next to Harry, mindful of the IV they had dripping medicine into him. Tonight was one of the times Harry seemed to be trapped in a dream. Crying and shaking, but unable to wake from the nightmare.
He clung to Harry like a drowning man to a life line. Three weeks ago they had parted, and three days ago Draco had got the news. Harry had killed Voldemort, but was weakened severely. He was in a coma, and the doctors weren't sure if he'd wake.
"Damn it Harry," Draco whispered, "Don't do this to me. Don't make me regret what I didn't say."