I FEEL A STORM COMING (IN MY HEART)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Which is why I'm here. And I also don't own Vocaloid. I just borrowed the title from one of the songs.^^ (Banana: You think you're so clever, don't you.)

*Flashbacks are in italics.

(a storm was coming.)

And Draco didn't know how to stop it. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't believe it.

Harry had left him.

Harry, no, Potter, had left him, the bastard, and he didn't even have the fucking guts to even tell him that he was leaving to his face.

(thunder rumbles in the distance.)

A note. A note was all the git left him. Draco held the little slip of paper in his hands; it was wrinkled because he had folded it and unfolded it, and crumpled it up, and read it over and over and over again, and-

And it was his fault.

It was his fault that Harry was gone; in fact, Harry had all the right to leave him like this. He had cheated on him. He had cheated on him with some other bloke, and he didn't even fucking remember why he did it in the first place.

(the storm is growing stronger.)

Fuck. Why did he always ruin everything? Life with Harry had been perfect, they had moved into a nice little flat near London after graduating from school, and Harry was an Auror, just like everyone expected him to be, and life was great, and they were in love, and he just had to fucking ruin it like he always did-

(raindrops fall from the sky.)

He remembered the way Harry's face looked when he had found out. Those green eyes, those impossibly green eyes, and the way they had looked when they were filled with tears and sadness and pain and betrayal-

And he was the one who had caused that look. He had made Harry cry.

(it is raining heavily now.)

The note falls from his hands, but Draco doesn't notice.

(the storm is becoming more and more violent, thunder roaring, lightning flashing, rain flooding-)

Draco,

I love you. I really do. But now that I know that you don't love me, I can't bear it. It's too much, Draco, and so I have to leave.

Goodbye,

Harry

(the storm rages on.)

Harry was wrong. Draco loved him, he'd die for him; he'd do anything to get him back-

But it was too late now.

Too late to try to get Harry back, too late to try to make amends, and there was no spell, no magical incantation that Draco could say to make Harry fall in love with him again.

(the storm dies down, a steady rain in its place.)

Draco cried. He cried because there was absolutely nothing else he could do, and nothing else worth doing.

'Harry?'

'Yes Draco?'

'Do you love me?'

'I'll always love you.'

A smile.

'You have the most beautiful smile, Draco."

'Do I, now?'

'Yes.'

'…Draco?'

'Yes, Harry?'

'Promise me you'll smile like that to no one else but me.'

'I wouldn't even dream about being with anyone else but you, Harry.'

A lone tear rolls down Draco's cheek.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I broke our promise…"

Silence.

And then-

"Draco?"

Draco sat up instantly, silver eyes wide, tears still streaming down his pale face. He looked around wildly, searching for the owner of that familiar voice.

"H-Harry?"

Harry was here. He had another chance; there was hope. He didn't know why the brunette was standing in front of him, he didn't care, all he needed to do was say he was sorry, to say that he needed him, that he loved him-

Harry kneels down next to him, and he can feel those strong, familiar fingers gently wipe his tears away.

(the rain stops.)

"Why are you crying, Draco?" he asks.

"Because I'm scared, Harry."

"Scared about what?"

He was scared of everything. He was scared because there was nobody else that would save him, nobody that would wipe his tears away, nobody that would hug him and kiss him and love him, but most of all he was scared of-

"Life without you."

Harry hugs him then, and Draco cries with relief.

"I'm sorry Harry, I'm so sorry, I love you."

Harry pulls back, and looks into his face with those green eyes that he just loves so muchand says,

"I know."

(the sun rises, the storm is over.)

'Harry, I have a question.'

'Ask away.'

'Will you always love me?'

Harry tinkling laugh echoes throughout the walls of the house.

'You always ask me that.'

'Tell me again, Harry. Tell me you love me.'

'I'll always love you Draco, today, tomorrow, and forever.'

END

A/N:

choo: Um, yeah. I know. It sucks. My first serious fic ever. And it sucks. And for the storm parentheses thingies, yeah. They're supposed to be like, a clever metaphor for the feeling Draco has in his heart. Yeah. Sorry if it confused you. A failed attempt of trying to be creative on my part. XD Please read and review! And please feel free to let me know if my stupid, careless editor forgot to fix something!