Dragon Tears
Disclamer: Only the plot is mine. The characters belong to the goddess J.K. Rowling, not to me. Please do not sue me.
His eyes were the most beautiful thing about him. His gaze could cut straight through you like a knife. The tears that cascaded so beautifully down his pale face, tearing your insides apart and your heart in two. The happiness that was so evident when he smiled. The way his eyes would light up when he laughed. But mostly, the love and undying devotion that clearly shown through those silver eyes when he was with Harry. It seemed as though Harry was the only person in the silver-eyed man's world.
Harry sighed deeply and delicately placed the picture frame back on his dresser. Tears slowly welled up in his green eyes and he started to shake. Hermione happened to glance into Harry's room and seeing him like that, she briskly walked over to him. Wrapping him in a tight embrace, Hermione gently rubbed his back as Harry collapsed. Physically and emotionally.
"I know sweetie, I know," she whispered comfortingly.
"Why Draco?! Why did it have to be him and not me, why-" Harry couldn't even finish his sentence, hot tears poured down his face like a waterfall. Hermione tightened the embrace as she felt herself choke up.
"I....I miss him so much." Harry finally forced out several minutes later, after pulling away from the hug to look into Hermione's deep, brown eyes.
"I know you do sweetie," she spoke.
"I really loved him Mione, more than you know," he said quietly, his voice full of pain.
"And he loved you too, more than anything else in the world. Remember Harry, he'll never truly been gone, he'll always be right here," her fingers danced on his chest, near his heart.
Harry could only nod with a pained look in his eyes. Those green eyes that only a week ago were gazing into Draco's silver ones. Harry glanced down at the picture again. It was a picture taken two weeks ago, of himself and Draco, grinning like idiots, drinking some butter beer at Hogsmeade. Harry felt tears threaten to fall again, but he bit them back, for Draco, his silver dragon.
~Keep your pictures, they never change, only the people in them do~
Disclamer: Only the plot is mine. The characters belong to the goddess J.K. Rowling, not to me. Please do not sue me.
His eyes were the most beautiful thing about him. His gaze could cut straight through you like a knife. The tears that cascaded so beautifully down his pale face, tearing your insides apart and your heart in two. The happiness that was so evident when he smiled. The way his eyes would light up when he laughed. But mostly, the love and undying devotion that clearly shown through those silver eyes when he was with Harry. It seemed as though Harry was the only person in the silver-eyed man's world.
Harry sighed deeply and delicately placed the picture frame back on his dresser. Tears slowly welled up in his green eyes and he started to shake. Hermione happened to glance into Harry's room and seeing him like that, she briskly walked over to him. Wrapping him in a tight embrace, Hermione gently rubbed his back as Harry collapsed. Physically and emotionally.
"I know sweetie, I know," she whispered comfortingly.
"Why Draco?! Why did it have to be him and not me, why-" Harry couldn't even finish his sentence, hot tears poured down his face like a waterfall. Hermione tightened the embrace as she felt herself choke up.
"I....I miss him so much." Harry finally forced out several minutes later, after pulling away from the hug to look into Hermione's deep, brown eyes.
"I know you do sweetie," she spoke.
"I really loved him Mione, more than you know," he said quietly, his voice full of pain.
"And he loved you too, more than anything else in the world. Remember Harry, he'll never truly been gone, he'll always be right here," her fingers danced on his chest, near his heart.
Harry could only nod with a pained look in his eyes. Those green eyes that only a week ago were gazing into Draco's silver ones. Harry glanced down at the picture again. It was a picture taken two weeks ago, of himself and Draco, grinning like idiots, drinking some butter beer at Hogsmeade. Harry felt tears threaten to fall again, but he bit them back, for Draco, his silver dragon.
~Keep your pictures, they never change, only the people in them do~
