Water
One-shot
Disclaimer: When pigs fly.
Harry liked water, cool and clear water like the one filling up the lake at Hogwarts. He remembered many happy times spent swimming in that lake, his actions sending ripples in every direction. He liked to dive underneath only to emerge like some male mermaid, hair dripping and lips red from the cold. He had water fights with Ron and Hermione and the others, splashing water and their laughter had echoed all around.
Then there were those moments. So special and delicate that Harry feared remembering them for they might break and disappear forever. Moments wrapped in near darkness save for the moon and stars above, twinkling merrily down on the two figures swimming lazily in the lake, one black-haired and the other oh so blond. They frolicked and kissed and made love, reveling in the nights that were just for them.
But there were other times too, like when the war began. When Harry was wrapped up in the savior business and Draco was dangerously weaving his web of lies as Spy for the Light. They worked tirelessly day and night and had no more idle time to waste playing in the lake.
Months passed and they already looked years older. War embittered them and they clung to each other, hoping to come out of this terrible conflict alive and together.
Then the war ended. So many had died. So, so, so many. Friends, allies, enemies and loved ones…
Harry stood at the shore, letting the tiny waves lick at his bare feet. The surface of the lake glistened under the moonlight, the silvery glow gleaming off the rippling surface so it seemed alive. The soft night breeze brushed against his messy hair and Harry took in a deep breath. He took off his glasses and carelessly dropped it to the ground, the water quickly rushing to engulf the object. Harry stood still for a couple of moments, eyes closed, and then he slowly walked forward until the lake water came up to his knees…then thighs…hips…waist…
His clothes dragged heavily on his body but Harry paid them no heed. He forged on, going deeper and deeper until he suddenly went under the surface, swimming and swimming and swimming down to try and reach the bottom of the lake.
'I'm coming, Draco. Wait for me,' thought Harry.
He never came back up for air ever again.
END (I hope you understood that!)