Hi. This story is going to be very introspective on Harry's part. The first chapter is after Draco's death. The rest are going back in time, to before Harry and Draco even fell in love. WARNING: This is SLASH. As in boy love. As in Harry and Draco, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. Get it? You've been warned, so flames are not merited. For the rest of you, please enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Your eyes are like crystals. Sparkling wholly in the sockets that contain them. Carefully mapping their way through my mind. Caressing my soul. Or, that is how it was before your soul ceased to inhabit your body. Now your eyes are like dull pebbles, filling your head hollowly. They don't reach to me anymore. They seem to be content just staring blankly at the ceiling.
Dim lights fill the room. Candle light invades my soul. Reminding me of you. Forcing me to think back to the times when life wasn't so complicated. When you still lived. When you still breathed. When you still loved me. You were my looking glass. When I looked at you, I saw myself. My pain. My sorrow. My joy. My laughter. And after a while, it seemed as if every emotion I felt was because of you. Not for you. Not with you. Because of you.
But now you're gone. My looking glass is gone. You took those pebbles that all of them call eyes, and dropped them into my soul, shattering the smooth surface of my reflection. And I can't see anymore. I can't see you. I can't even see me. I'm so frustrated. Irritation swimming through my body, I kick the table. It shakes, knocking the milk carton over.
Milk splashes across the table. I watch as it forms a pool, spreading quickly. I watch as it rolls off of the edge. I watch as the remainder of the milk drips from the jagged edges of the now empty milk carton. In a way, it reminds me of you. So perfect one moment, and then, in one little tilt of the table, lying broken and uncontained across the smooth table top. I dip my fingers into the cool liquid, and bring them back up, watching as the milk that had gathered on my fingers slips away, as if it were never there in the first place. Leaving behind nothing but a small damp spot, to show that it had indeed made a home there.
Just like you. You were mine. And then, in a split second, you were gone. Leaving behind nothing but an imprint on my soul. Telling me that you had made a home there. The hardest part of knowing that you're gone is knowing that you took your love with you. Not that you won't be here to love me. Just knowing that the feeling that I had grown so fond of is gone forever.
Shadows splay themselves across the walls, dancing. Taunting me. Letting me know that there is someone out there that is happy. Somebody who is living normally, even though you're gone. Why or how, I do not know. Because it is impossible that the world is normal. It is impossible that no one cares. No one but me.
I long for your arms. The ones that seemed so strong... so sure of themselves. The ones that would wrap around me unhesitatingly. My heart used to know those arms. No, not my mind. My heart. But now that you're gone, it seems as if my heart has stopped functioning. All it does is beat. Slowly. Evenly. Dully.
Draco Malfoy, I remember. I remember that night. That night, when you blew out the candle, and said, oh so seductively, "I like it better when it's dark." But now, the wax is dripping. And the light is dimming. The candle I'm holding is going out. And this time, you aren't blowing it out. It's dying on it's own. And I'm not going to stop it.
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Okay, the entire story WILL NOT BE LIKE THIS! Next chapter, we will go back in time, to before Harry and Draco fell in love. We will follow them on their journey of love. There will be tears, and there will be laughter. It will be more interesting. This is just an introductory chapter!