Doesn't Matter
Disclaimer: Skybluebutterfly does not own characters from Harry Potter, that honor belongs to J.K. Rowling. Nor does Skybluebutterfly own the song "In the End." It belongs to Linkin Park and their associates. She does not make money from this, so there is no point in suing.
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe
Pairing: Harry/Draco (typical) and mention of Ron/Hermione
Warning: Slash, slight angst.
A/N: This is my first one-shot as well as my first song fic. It's pretty messed up because I literally whipped this up in thirty minutes.
By the way, the song is "In the End" by Linkin Park, not the newest song on the market, but I love it. :3
Even though it didn't turn out as well as I wanted it to, please read and review anyways.
Thanks!
Sky
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(It starts with)
One thing / I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
A young man in his mid-twenties sat at his desk with a quill in his right hand, like he did for the last two hours, lost in his own thoughts. To him, the two hours he spent thinking seemed no more than a few minutes. But, as the man had noticed, his sense of time was lost quiet some time ago. He regarded the writing utensil in his right hand, and another bittersweet memory flooded back to him.
He had given it to the boy for his birthday. He thought it was practical and useful. Besides, it was about time the boy got a new quill anyways; the said boy, however, was less than impressed.
With an eyebrow raised, "And this is special, how?"
He started to panic, he was worried before that he was not going to like it, but Hermione had assured that Draco would love anything he gave him... So he did. Now, he regretted not listening to Remus instead.
'Improvise, Harry, improvise.'
He was getting desperate now, especially with his boyfriend regarding him in such a way. He looked at Ron, hoping the latter would suddenly thought up a plan. Thinking back, that seemed to have been a stupid choice. After all, Ron couldn't make Hermione feel "all warm inside" if his life depended on it. Whatever made him think that Ron, of all people, could get him out of this mess?
"Well?"
He had forgotten about the blond for a while back there. What to do, what to do...
Click.
His idea light bulb (or the fire in a bowl, as Draco liked to call it) turned on.
With a smirk, he grabbed the Slythrin's hand and pulled him to his feet.
"I'll show you."
Curiosity over took the boy's senses and he followed the Gryfindor with great anticipation.
"Where are w- mmpph..."
It turned out that the quill was practical, after all.
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on / but didn't even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
An owl outside the window hooted and he turned his attention to that direction. The evening sky was clear of clouds and was filled with stars, and a beautiful full moon. The moon. Just like that night...
"I can't stay."
Tears.
"I-I don't understand."
A sigh.
"You do, you just don't want to believe it."
"So what if I do?"
"So you'll just have to accept it."
"But it's not fair."
"I know."
An arm wrapped around another's shoulders. Sobs.
"Y-You can go..."
Muscles relaxed.
"...Under o-one condition." Muscles tensed.
"What's the condition?"
"A promise."
A sigh of relief, "Okay."
"You will promise that you will come back."
"..."
"Well?"
"I-I-"
Faint rustling of fabric against fabric while a person tried to struggle out of the other's arm. "Promise me!"
"... I... I promise."
A smile and a kiss.
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
"...You promised..."
"Let's go. Crying is not going to bring him back..."
Struggling. "No! Let go of me!"
Struggling ceased. A third voice cut in. "...Let him be, Hermione. You're not exactly helping that way..."
A sigh of defeat.
"Let's go, Herm. He'll come around..."
Footsteps fading.
More broken sobs.
"You promised..."
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
The youth gently wiped away a tear that had somehow found its way down his pale cheek. He was genuinely surprised; he didn't think he could cry anymore. This man truly believed that all of his tears had already been shed a long time ago...
He tried to forget, he tried to move on. After all that was what his boyfriend... No, not boyfriend, love, had told him.
A faint heartbeat. Thump, thump.
"No, don't leave me..." it came out barely over a whisper.
A sad smile.
"Move on."
It was not a suggestion, but a command.
Thump. Thump.
"No! I won't have to, you'll be fine, they will cure you. And we'll finally be able to settle down like you wanted... Don't leave me."
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"Do you truly believe that they will be able to cure me?"
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"..."
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"...Can you come... closer...?"
Thump... Thump...
He did.
A kiss.
...Thump...
The final kiss.
"...Move on..."
Silence.
But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried. But it didn't matter. In the end, it didn't even matter...
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter