"Shhh," Harry said as he leant against the door. His ear was stuck up against the wood, small splinters scratching on his ear lobe. The cupboard that he and Draco sat in was small and pitch black, yet despite all this Harry concentrated on what was being said outside in the other room.

"It has to end," said a low voice, years of wisdom wrapped into his words.

"If it ends, the children will die along with us!" said another voice. This time it was a frightening voice, intimidating and fierce.

"So be it." There was a long pause. Harry and Draco began to sweat, fear carried round their bodies from what they had heard.

"What did they say?" Draco asked pushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. Both boys were sixteen now, almost seventeen yet they hated each other like when they were kids.

"They're doing it," Harry replied solemnly.

"They're doing what?"

"Draco. They are going to end it…kill themselves. No more evil, no more good." Harry was close to tears but he wouldn't cry in front of his enemy.

"The world can't live without good and evil, God and Satan. It just can't happen!" complained Draco.

But that was who was outside…and that was exactly what they were planning to do. It had gone on for centuries now. The battle between God and Lucifer. It was just a long long game, and now it was time to end it.

"You go back to hell, I'll travel to Heaven. Take our children with us and depart…leave the world in peace."

Harry almost screamed at the words. He didn't want to die; he didn't want to leave Earth. He looked over at Satan's child and wondered. Can we stop this?

"Draco…they want to kill us." At the younger boy's words, Draco almost fainted.

"I…I won't let him do that to me! I won't go there! I won't go to hell!"

"Draco…it's ok,"

"No! It's ok for you! You get to go to Heaven…"

"I don't want to go to Heaven! Why would I want to go there? My friends are here…"

"Oh yeah. Precious Weasel. Life without him would be torture!"

"Up yours Malfoy! I'm trying to help you know!" Then silence hovered in the darkness and the two boys knew the end was near.

"…I'm only sixteen…" Malfoy whispered. The breeze of his words brushed against Harry's cheek. He hadn't realised that Satan's child was so close to him and he pushed himself back against the door to move away from the boy he hated so much. It was such a cliché that Harry was to hate Draco. The children of Good and Evil were doomed to hate each other, yet funnily enough, their parents got on alright. They treated the whole thing as more of a game, which was now about to end. Yet it seemed to have no winner…

"We can stop it…" Harry said.

"Stop what?" Draco whispered.

"For goodness sake! We can stop them taking us with them."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah…Potter's always got a plan…"

"Can't you drop it for one fucking second Draco? Listen to me. Do you want to die….or live. 'Cos it's your bloody choice. I ain't forcing you to live…cos if you want to go ahead and die, be my fucking guest!" Draco looked at Harry, thrilled that the darkness was stopping his enemy from seeing his shocked face.

"Don't talk to me like that you pathetic hero! I'll punch you bleeding face in…"

"Look! This is getting us no-wher…." Suddenly Harry felt a fist hit him on the side of the face, and it caught him by such surprise that he flew into the wall, banging his head on the cold concrete. He tumbled to the floor in a pathetic heap, clutching the back of his head with his hand, cupping it as he fell. Then, cradling his jaw with his hand, he glared at Malfoy.

"What the hell was that for?"

"To show you who's in charge here." Draco saw Harry push his jet black hair back over to the side.

"You are not in charge!" he growled. Then suddenly the panic started again…

Not seeing his enemy move in the dark, Draco sat blissfully unaware of Harry moving towards him furiously. He punched Draco twice in the face before Draco had time to respond with a punch of his own. He kicked the boy in the stomach and then dived on him, pinning him to the floor and kneeing him in the abdomen. The only noise was the bang as Draco's knee connected with Harry, and the screamed that penetrated the air.

"Ouch! Get off!" Harry whined through gasps for air. "Stop!"

"Say please," Draco whispered before punching Harry's chest. Refusing to give in, Harry took a few more blows before Draco climbed off him laughing.

"Pure-blood bastard," Harry whispered loudly as he wiped the blood from his mouth.

"Anyway, you said we could stop this?"

"Mmm…" Harry groaned. "I had an idea, but after that I'm positive that it isn't going to work."

"Try me…" Draco urged. Harry laughed cruelly.

"I'd rather not."

"Fine! Then we die! Good! I've always wanted to burn in hell!" Draco shouted sarcastically.

"That's funny; I've always wanted you to burn in hell as well." Harry smiled nastily as he rubbed his sore cheek.

They sat in silence before they heard someone coming towards the cupboard.

"Oh God…" Harry whispered. His heart began to race as he searched for a place to hide in raw panic. "Hide…hide! Quick Draco!" The blonde boy sat there looking around him frantically.

"Where? Fucking where?" he screamed quietly through his teeth. Suddenly he felt a strong hand grab his neck from behind and he was pulled away. Turning, he got on to all fours and scrambled after Harry who was leading him somewhere. They crawled behind a wooden board which was leaning against the cupboard wall on the inside. Harry pulled Draco behind it just as the door to the cupboard opened, flooding the room with white light.

God stood in the opening. Yet it was funny how he was still a normal person, yet he was God too….Harry had lived as his son for sixteen years…living as a normal boy. His father was a normal one…that was until now and the game was over for him….the game was over. It was as simple as that. God had spoken…Let the game finish…and it was.

"Harry?" The lord asked. Silence….like the beginning of time. Neither boy breathed; neither moved a muscle.

Then the door was shut and darkness swallowed the boys again. Suddenly they both breathed.

"What can we do?" Draco asked.

"I'll tell you my idea…but you must promise not to laugh/snort/turn your nose up or generally be an bastard about it ok?"

"Ok…"

"Well…what's the strongest thing you can think ok?" Harry asked.

"Erm…a chainsaw?" Draco said, confused.

"No! Pete's sake. What's stronger than hate? Fear? Life itself?"

"Jesus Christ Harry! I don't know what you're on about!"

"Love…"

"Love…oh Lord! What the hell is your idea Harry! Get on with it!" Draco shouted.

"Ok ok. Calm down. I was just thinking…what if the strongest thing on Earth could keep us from going anywhere else…"

"I don't like the sound of this Harry. Are you suggesting that we fall in love?"

"I guess so. If we fell in love with someone on Earth then our parents couldn't force us away…"

"Why not? It would be an added bonus for them if tearing us away tore us in half too." Draco said.

"I don't think so. Our parents hate each other right? They are opposites…light and dark…good and evil…right?"

"Yes…"

"Well…don't laugh….but what if their children fell in love…?"

"With each other?" Draco said, his eyes widening in shock.

"Perhaps it would bring them together…" Harry said.

"Yeah, that's all well and good Harry, and I'm sure it would work but please….don't embarrass yourself! I would never ever fall in love with you despite what you think. I know you think you're godly and divine but I really…"

"Shut up Malfoy! I don't want to fall in love with you either! Just pretend ok! Just pretend to our parents that we are in love….is that so hard?"

But there is a thin line between love and hate…and for Harry and Draco, pretending to love each other really wasn't that hard at all…


There you go! What did you think? Please read and review cos I'll write more if you like it! Thank you loads people!

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