Sunshine and Moonlight
By: Keiko
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its plot lines/characters.
Note: Harry/Ron into Harry/Draco back to Harry/Ron; Death fic
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Sometimes I wonder…I wonder if I made the right choice. Or, if maybe, maybe, I'd be happier if I'd been with him.
"I'm sorry, I love him."
Silence, then a choked sob.
"I see. I g-guess I can't ch-change the way you f-feel so…so, goodbye Harry."
"Ron, wait…"
"Goodbye."
I think back to what I've lost. I lost the day. Bright vibrant sunshine in his very soul. The fire of his hair, his eyes. So full of life, so happy, so full of love, and he's gone now. But I gained the night. Cool, dark night. Moonlight hair, and icy eyes, calm and romantic. Always there, smooth and collected. But, they both loved me. Am I truly happy? Do I love the dark and cold so much? Or do I miss him more than pride lets me admit?
"Potter I…"
"Yes?"
"I'm s-s-so-sorr-sorry."
"Excuse me?"
"I…I want another chance, Potter…Harry."
It's like some twisted tale out of a Shakespeare playbook. I hate it, I really do. I don't like hurting him, I love him…but I love the one I'm with as well. But, when I see him, my light, and he still…he still loves me…I…
"……empty since you left me…"
"Ron…I…"
"Harry, please don't."
"Oh Ron…"
Tears, endless in their pursuit of me. I can't escape for the life of me. I love them both. I can't just pick one or the other. But I had to…and I picked the moon…but I lost the sun…
"Harry…I love you…"
"You mean it?"
"I…of course."
"Oh Draco…I…I think I love you too."
I picked. I chose. Why do I feel regret? Where's it coming from? I should be happy. I should love him with all my heart…but I miss my first love. I miss him, and I…I want him back. But it's too late now, too many people would be hurt. Myself included.
"Ron, I love him…"
What do I do?
October 3rd, Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy was found dead in Knockturn Alley. He had the Dark Mark on his arm, and it is believed that he was a Deatheater killed by Voldemort for his interactions with Harry Potter. This story, however, has not been confirmed.
Dead.
Impossible…
He wasn't supposed to die…he was supposed to live. We were supposed to get married. We were supposed to live happily ever after…I didn't love him as much as I loved my first love…I hate myself…He died because of me, but I didn't even love him as much as I should've. I loved him, heavens yes. But really, I've always loved his opposite. My best friend. The day. My light, my fire, my lover.
"Draco's……dead."
"I heard, oh Harry, are you alright?"
"Ron, I-…"
"I still love you…"
"I love you too…I…I always did…I was blind…Please…"
"Harry…."
I loved him. I did. But it wasn't meant to be. Draco, forgive me, I'll never forget you. I love you still, I really do. But now I'm happy. I have my fire, I was never meant for the darkness. Voldemort will pay for your death, I promise, and I'll be happy. Maybe someday we'll meet again, and ends will meet. We'll be happy. Maybe not together, but we'll both be happy. Until then…
"Don't ever leave me."
"Don't worry Harry…I won't."
~ Owari ~
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