Disclaimer:I don't own anything related to Harry Potter, and I don't own the lyrics quoted here from Five For Fighting's One More For Love.
AN: Just a little drabble I threw together to challenge myself.
But as long as you are here, I'll be alright
Draco ran, alone, through the corridors, dodging spells, ducking and weaving as he cast his own. Despite taking an entirely random path, every few minutes would find him glancing up into startlingly green eyes. Good; Harry was here. He wasn't off searching out Voldemort, looking to end it all. He was just running, and fighting, and—protecting Draco from unnoticed curses, apparently. They shared a nod across the corridor.
As we roll on tonight
When they both darted in opposite directions, each pursuing some enemy, Draco didn't even feel a twinge. He knew that something – subconscious; the sentience of the castle; Fate – would bring their paths to cross once more. He couldn't let himself think otherwise. Everything was run; sprint; duck; shield; cast; run; stumble; fall; roll; up; shield; cast; kill; check; search. Run.
So you go out, I'll go on
When the Something brought them together somewhere between the Headmaster's office and the front doors, grey eyes glanced up into green once more. Just that one look was all he needed, and Draco knew. He knew that Harry was going out into the forest; knew he couldn't change his mind. Long, long seconds passed – Harry nodded; Draco did not. He turned and walked away, knowing that the Something would never guide his footsteps again.
If there's a doubt, we'll be strong
As his feet took him up, and up, Draco regretted his cold response. A nod meant thank you; it meant recognition, and it meant acceptance. Draco didn't accept this, not yet. And now Harry was walking out to his death, carrying the memory of that moment within him. Carrying the cold, the doubt, and the isolation. Draco let himself wonder if it was more a kindness or a crime to lie to the dead. Meaningless reassurance; letting them go to their graves with a lie on their lips, and false safety in their smile. Or would it help, to think that Draco didn't care? To think Draco hated him? Would it make it easier? Would it make Harry strong?
As we go on, singing
This was the point, Draco knew, that Harry's mind would turn to song – reach out for the reassuring snatches of sound. He wondered idly if the Something worked in this way, too. He would never know for certain, but he liked to think so. He started humming. Not Lily's lullaby, not their songs of sorrow, or beauty, or even happiness – but their song of strength. Draco hummed their song.
"One more for love, my love,"
Draco murmured, raising his hand in salute as the messy-haired teen disappeared into the line of trees. Glancing down from his high vantage point on the Astronomy Tower, he saw his own posture mirrored by Granger and Weasley. Just one more step – one more, and he'd be flying, out to meet Harry in the trees, and in the sky; together.
"One more for love."
Draco nodded, and went on.