A drabble-ish story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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Don't Forget
A crouched figure, very still, was gripping at something lying on the ground. It was the break of the night, no stars shining, seeming to agree with the morose mood of the place. The crouched figure sunk to its knees, its body racking, shivering, quivering, until it fell down next to the body. Sobs of sadness could be heard, emitting from the figure.
The only light the night gave was from the moon, it spared the two figures some of its own ghastly light. There, crying, his arm wrapped around another's chest was a man with silver blond hair. Draco Malfoy was crying, crying hard, pulling the body and laying the head on his knees, he brushed the dark locks of the boy out of his face. Draco was still shivering. His tears had not stopped yet, he was sure in a second or two his body could no longer keep it together and he would explode into tiny pieces, or break into two.
"H-H-H-Harry...?" Draco said tentatively, stroking the said boy's cheek. Slowly, a limp hand caught Draco's own, pressing the pale boy's icy cold hand to his cheek with what was left of his strength.
"I love you, Draco." Harry whispered, barely opening his yes.
"I love you, too, Harry." Draco whispered back, lacing his fingers into Harry's hair.
"...So much, Draco...Don't ever forget...just how much I do..." Harry broke off, and his emerald-green eyes closed. The last thing he saw was his crying lover's face, sunken and sad.
When Harry Potter died, he was not alone. Draco Malfoy's heart died with him, as well as his soul. What was now left was the memory Harry had left Draco. His last few words. His dying words etched into the Malfoy's mind. Never will her forget. Never will he think, will he question just how much the Potter boy had loved him. Through death.
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Corny. Corny. It wasn't even decent. Augh. And I still can't think of a good Christmas Drarry plot. D: