Wandering the castle aimlessly, Draco found his mind turning back to Harry Potter. Stupid, snotty little Harry Potter who was probably going to get himself killed tomorrow. Not liked he cared or anything. The whole thing was just ludicrous. He's fourteen, for fuck's sake, and he doesn't even want to do it. Ok, he could have found a way of putting his name in, but Draco thought he was probably being forced to play Dumbledore's little pawn yet again. It made him sick.
Draco rubbed at his already red eyes, feeling stupid. He's not going to die, they won't let him. And he's..he's Harry Potter. He'll be fine. And so what if he isn't? We hate each other. He paused, swallowing hard. That was what hurt the most. Harry didn't give him a second's thought, other than when Draco wound him up. He didn't know Draco crying over him. He didn't know Draco had been thinking of a zillion ways to try and get him out of this. He didn't know Draco hadn't slept tonight because the thought of never seeing him again was killing him.
Unless...well. He could talk to him. It'd be his last chance. Harry was nice, after all. Even if he didn't feel the same way, he wouldn't laugh or anything. What do you mean, if? he thought weakly. He's not going to say he's been secretly mad about me all these years too. And how do you know he won't laugh? He has a right too, really, after the way things have been. And if he does die it's not like he'll have to live with a guilty conscience. Even so, Draco had been bottling this up for god knows how long. If he didn't say anything now, he could regret it for the rest of his lie.
At that moment, Harry himself turned the corner and started walking towards him. Draco nearly tripped over himself in shock. He almost thought he was seeing things. As Harry came closer, Draco felt a jolt of panic and stepped back instinctively. His mind began racing. "Nervous, Potter? What are you doing up, golden boy, enjoying your last night alive? I hope you're not thinking of doing a runner."
Not responding or breaking his stride, Harry grabbed Draco by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. Before Draco could react, Harry kissed him. Draco held on to him uncertainly, dumbstruck, letting him. He heard a faint, mewling sound and realised it was coming from himself. He closed his eyes, clinging to Harry. He had barely gathered his senses and begun to respond when Harry pulled back. Draco could only stare at him, at that shocking glare of green.
"Something to remember me by," Harry said, and let go of him. He walked away and turned the corner without looking back. Draco looked after him helplessly until he was gone. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, thinking nothing. He waited for his heartbeat to slow. He stayed there for a while, tears threatening, until he was positive Harry wasn't coming back. He became vaguely aware of something different around him and opened his eyes, frowning. Sunlight. Draco's heart gave a little convulsion of dread. Morning. This was it.