Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea of the story. Harry Potter and all it's characters belong to J.K Rowling. Then, I also quoted Damon Salvatore, from The Vampire Diaries, so that phrase is not mine either.
A/N: I'm awfully sorry for any mistake i might have made. English is not my native language.
Warnings: Slash (BoyxBoy).
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When Draco felt the castle tremble for the first time he knew he couldn't keep running away. Not anymore, at least. Walking fast and pushing people out of his way, he went looking for him.
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Harry was running as fast as his legs would allow him to. He didn't know where he was going and honestly, he didn't care either. So many people had died. And so many was going to die too, that he could almost smell Death in the room. He was scared. Not of dying, not at all. He was scared of seeing his loved ones die (again). He had seen lots of deaths already. It was enough. He had to stop it somehow. And if he had to die to make it, he'd die.
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Near the end of the 2nd's floor corridor, Draco found a very strange Harry. His normally tanned skin was as pale as his own, and his dark black messy hair was all over his face. Running fast, he reached him, shoved him into a deserted corridor, and gently pushed him into a wall. Harry had a huge question mark written all over his face. Then, after a minute, realization came in and his expression changed from confused to frightened. Harry was scared of him, and that hurt. But he was right. Draco had dedicated his whole life to make his miserable. He was the bad guy, the "dark boy"; the evil one. And Harry? He was light in a human state. He was the good guy, the saviour;the chosen one. He hated himself for treating him like he did. But that cold, evil façade was all that could keep him away from kissing him every time he had the chance. He couldn't be seen doing that. But, right now, he didn't care. He didn't give a damn about his reputation, or about his family (they were going to disown him after he did what he was planning to do, anyway). He knew he was going to die that night, so he did what he always wanted to do. He took a deep breath and sighed. And, with those blazing green eyes being the last thing he saw, he closed his eyes and kissed him. He was suddenly very aware of his long unruly black hair, and his soft smell of mint, his soft lips and flawless skin. He was beautiful and nobody could deny that. The need for air made him stop, and he pulled away slowly. Looking straight into his eyes, he told him. He told him the thing that was burning in his chest. He told him the truth.
"I just have to say it once. You just need to hear it. I love you, Harry... and it's because I love you that I can't be selfish with you. That's why you can't know this. I don't deserve you.. but Ginny does. Merlin, I wish you didn't have to forget this... but you do..."
He pressed a light kiss to his forehead and against it, he whispered:
"Obliviate".
And he walked away. He walked out of the castle and into the war. It was over. It was all over. He was empty. He was dead. But he'll fight. He'll fight for the light, the good ones, the winning team. He'll fight for Harry until the very end.