A/N: I own nothing J.K does luck bitch!
Draco looked around the bed to see his family. Some were Malfoy, some were Potter, and some , surprisingly, were Weasely.
He was dying, he knew it. He didn't welcome it, but when it did come, however he would embrace death. He would surrender to the being not like a formidable enemy, but like a friend, one who was simply doing his job.
His disease was spotty at best. It only occurred in witches or wizards who had used dark magic with evil intent.
How long it took for the disease to show its ugly face depended on two things: how strong your magical core was and if you were still "evil". It was as if the disease read your very soul.
He certainly wasn't the first witch or wizard to have this…infection…of the soul.
His godfather had, had this disease. Luckily for him his death was painless and easy; the same could not be said for his aunt, Bellatrix. Her death had been painful and long, her body experiencing all of the pain she had caused others in her life. By the time she finally died she was begging for someone to kill her.
He was lost in his thoughts, when cool fingertips glanced his cheekbone. His body immediately recognized the touch of his lover, Harry Potter.
He looked in those emerald eyes and saw many emotions: pain, love, despair, and then acceptance. Harry knew that these were Draco's last moments and Harry simple refused to spend them desperate and in despair.
They looked into steel and emerald eyes and saw their own thoughts reflected back at them,
Draco's breathing grew more strained and shallow. He grew sleepy, and with one last kiss and whispered, " I love you," Draco Malfoy, the Invincible Dragon, slipped away.
A/N: This is probably just going to be a one shot but if anyone wants more they have to review and even if don't review please….no flames but constructive criticism is very welcome! J
