It was day after the Final Battle. Voldemort was finally dead and he could be with his lover, only to find out that he had died in the battle. Oh, how he wished to go back in time and make sure that the time they had together would never end. But it was too late for that. His lover for only one night and now… Gone. It made his heart ache for him. Made his heart broke over and over again. It made him want to die, just so he could see him again. Never had he wanted something so badly that it hurt physically. He just wanted his lover back.
It had been perfect. Their love for each other's. For just a moment in their lives had been balance. No fighting, no war. Only the two of them and all the time in the world. Oh, how happy they had been in their little world that held only them and no-one else. But off course it all had been illusion. They had knew that but they pretended that there were only them.
They had been rivals for six years. All ways longing for the other, never willing to get hurt and confess their feelings until it was too late. It may have been only for one night but that night had been the most perfect night in their lives. He had knew that if he did confess his feelings now, he would never do it. So he had gathered all of his Gryffindor courage and asked the Slytherin Prince alone in the Room of Requirement that night. And he had come. Had listen his confess silently with unreadable mask over his face. After he had stopped, there had been long silence and then the Slytherin Prince had walk right up to him and kissed him. And, oh, it had been so perfect, so right and so full of love. And then the softest whisper in his ear "I love you too".
He had cried when he had heard those little words that meant so much to him, to them. He had been afraid that the Slytherin would hurt him, would laugh his feelings and would reject him. But he hadn't. They had made love in there. And it had been perfect. The Slytherin Prince had been so gentle, had gone so slow, all the while saying over and over again that he loved him. And he had given his virginity to the Slytherin. And after the love making they had cuddled in each other's arms for the rest of the night.
With morning had come reality and they knew that it would be hard for them to get blessing of others. After all they were Gryffindor and Slytherin respectably. Rival Houses and rivals for each other. With one last kiss for good bye and luck for the battle they had gone to get ready for the battle. And when he had gone to the Forbidden Forest, he had gone his head held high and love in his heart. He had been willing to die just so his Slytherin Prince could live. But then he had come back to life. Had found out that his Knight in Shining Armor had been killed by his own father.
He broke. He cried when he hugged the body of his lover tightly to his chest rocking back and forth. The pain was too much for him to handle. He had had to be knock unconscious just so they could separate them. And now, couple of hours later, he knew that all he wanted was to be with his Prince. It was his luck that it was night and all the others were either sleeping or still celebrating in Great Hall.
So for him to sneak out of the Hospital Wing and down to the dungeons to room where their dead ones were gathered had been easy. He had been lucky to find his wand on the night table next to the hospital bed as well as his father invisibility cloak and the Marauders map of Hogwarts. Soon he found the room and after looking for a minute or two, he found the body of his lover. He looked like he was just sleeping. The others had cleaned and chance the Slytherin Prince to clean cloths. They had laid him in coffin all ready but they had not closed it yet. With just a little maneuver and he was next to his lover his arms around him and holding him close. And just a small movement of his wand and whispered words "Avada Kedavra" and he knew no more.