This is my first story. I really hope you like it, and please review.
SUMMARY: What is Draco doing to forget Harry?
WARNINGS: slash/yaoi, character death
***
While Trying to Forget Me
He can still feel my kisses, my touches, the adrenaline rushing through his body during our midnight-adventures. He still hears my voice making promises we both knew I could not keep.
He can remember me whisper 'I love you' over and over again during nights after he had made love to me... I thought you were asleep.
We knew we could not say those three words to each other. Even though we both meant them. It would just make it real… And that would make saying 'goodbye' harder…
But he remembers when it had slipped out of his mouth. He had never meant those words so much as that time he had said them to me.
He remembers the way my sparkling eyes had shone with love, and unshed tears. And that smile. That smile that was only his… His to see, and his to put there.
He remembers the night it had happened. We knew very well what would happen that night. The Final Battle. He knew I would not survive.
He remembers the exact moment the green light had shot out of His wand and speeded towards my heart. He remembers my emerald eyes looking into his amazing, silver eyes before I fell lifeless on the ground. And never in his life had he felt so utterly helpless and useless.
Everyone had stopped fighting, and they were all looking at my lithe body on the ground, 15 feet away from a cackling Voldemort. For them, it was like watching a car crash. They could not tear their eyes away. And it pissed him off. They did not have the right to stare at my body. He never liked people staring too long at me. I belonged only to Draco. And Draco did not share. He wanted them to stop staring at me… He wanted the pain in his chest to stop…
But most of all, he wanted that creepy, evil cackling to stop. And he remembers pointing his wand at the ugly and pale thing that was my murderer, and said those two Unforgivable words, and the serpent-like thing screamed in agony. And everyone stopped looking at me.
Then he remembers the way his legs moved towards my body, as if they had their own minds.
He remembers looking down on what used to be me. But it was not me anymore. It was just someone looking like me, but at the same time did not look like me.
He remembers the way my eyes always mirrored my mood and feelings, how they glowed with happiness when I was with my friends or with him, how they shone with sadness and tears when I cried, or beamed with joy when I was flying. He remembers how I always was so full of life, even when I slept; he said that to me once! I do not know how that is possible though… But now I was completely lifeless. He did not want to say I was dead, just… gone. I had not died. I had just left him… For a very long while.
He remembers when he looked into my eyes, and only saw a pair of empty emerald eyes that would never belong to his Harry.
He remembers the lone tear that slowly made its path down his left cheek as he whispered into my body's deaf ears a word he would hate forever; "Goodbye".
Then he remembers turning around and leaving his Harry behind him.
… At least, that was what he thought he did…
Because all this he remembers every night while pounding into some random, black-haired guy, moaning and screaming out my name along with 'I love you' and 'I hate you'. All the while, trying to forget me.
***
It would make me happy is you tell me what you think:)