Hallo! This is just a one of little thingy i wrote inbetween the end of my last story and writing my next one! so i hope you enjoy!

Forget You Not

I don't know what I'd do without him; people say we're inseparable, but I'm going to have to learn. Learn to live without him…

To not be able to brush those beautiful locks of hair out of his eyes when he is sleeping

To not be able to embrace him and calm him when he's having a nightmare

To not be able to feel his soft tender lips against my own

-But somehow live without him.

I don't know how I'll cope but he made me promise I will. He made me promise to live my life and not to mope around in sadness. It's going to be hard but I don't want to let him down, I want him to be proud of me as I am of him, of his braveness, his courage and, and for being him.

Nothing can ever beat that, not even come close.

He told me last month, we were sitting on the top of the tallest tower in Hogwarts. He'd had it planned for weeks. He took me up there and had everything set out perfectly. We sat there for hours; we talked and talked and talked.

It was so perfect, until he fell silent.

Then things started going downhill. He took my hands in his own and looked me in the eyes and told me the worst news I could hear at that moment. The three most feared of words that could have come out of his perfect mouth.

"I've got cancer."

And then it got worse.

"It's too far gone. There's no way to cure it. The most they can do is give me a few extra months."

I couldn't take it, not now, not ever.

He is mine and no one can take him from me, no one. But there was nothing I could do, I felt so helpless, like I might as well be a shadow in the corner of the room. He told me not to treat him any differently, he was still himself, he hadn't changed.

I understood him but how do you react to your soulmate who had just told you they're going to die?

It was so hard trying to act like nothing had happened, like he hadn't told me he was dieing. I didn't cry in front of him, I'm sure he's got enough on his mind other than me crying because of him. I just tried to keep his hopes up, though for what I don't know.

I wonder if he's scared.

I'm scared and I'm not even the one who's dieing.

The last few weeks have been difficult. He's been getting worse and worse. It's lucky if I even get to talk to him in the day. I hate seeing him like this, wouldn't you? He looks so weak; it's so out of character for him. This amazing strong person trapped in his bed, barely strong enough to move his lips to talk.

It's so heartbreaking.

I end up having to run out of the room so he doesn't see me crying.

I do that a lot.

He doesn't deserve to die. No one does. But he certainly doesn't. Why him? Why anyone? It's not right to put anyone through this. All there was to do was wait, wait for him to die. Not my favorite past time. He surprised the doctors though. They said he only had at the most 5 months left. He has gone way past that.

He's my little fighter, won't give up without a fight. But of course he had to in the end.

They always do.

And now we come to the present day. As I stand here holding his hand while he lies on his deathbed, mere minutes away from death. He smiles up at me and whispers the four words that I most want to hear from him at this time.

"I love you Draco."

"I love you too Harry."

He gives me one last smile and his eyes close and his hand goes limp in my hand. I look down at the peaceful look on his face and gently place his hand down. I smile down at him.

He hasn't left me, not really.

I gently lean down and kiss his forehead before a white sheet is pulled over his head. He's still here with me, he will never leave me.

The End

Awwwww bless his little heart! You gotta feel sad for poor wickle Draco! I think he deserves a hug! Anyone up for that?

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