Waiting

Disclaimer: Every writers dream is to have possession of the Harry Potter Universe. Sadly, that's never going to happen. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.

A/N : This is my first fic... so I'm not nearly as experienced as other writers. Comments and Suggestions are welcomed with open arms.

Draco gently wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulder. "Stop thinking so much." He chided in a soft voice.

"How can I?" Harry responded, his voice equally quiet. "The fate of the wizarding world rests on my shoulders, Dray. If I die before Voldemort, the wizarding world dies along with me. You and I both know it."

Draco sighed, but did not argue. It would have been pointless.

"Well, at least get some rest, instead of wearing yourself out worrying." He insisted.

"No, I can't. I'm leading these people into battle. They look up to me. I'm supposed to be their leader." Harry cut in.

Draco took a deep breath.

"Don't you get it?" His voice raised a fraction.

"I don't care. I don't give a damn about you being the bloody savior of the bloody world! But I do care about you returning to me after the final battle!" Draco cried. "And don't even start." Draco paused, and then continued in a softer voice.

"I spend every waking moment wondering if you-we'll survive the battle. The thing is, I don't know. And that's what scares me, not seeing you again." He swallowed. "I love you too damn much, Potter."

Harry pulled his lover close and hugged him tight to his chest. "I know, Dray. I really do. And I-I'm scared too…" His voice trailed off.

"I never asked for this, any of this. I never asked to be the boy-who-lived, never asked to have my parents killed, to know that in the end, it'll be either him or me.

"Yeah, well, I'd rather you survive."

"You won't get any arguments from me on that…but there's a chance that I won't. Voldemort is extremely powerful. Even if I do succeed inkilling him, I might die in the process."

Draco abruptly pulled away and faced the man who dared show affection to a Malfoy.

To everyone else, he was the boy-who-lived, the one who miraculously defeated you-know-who as a babe, and the one who would do it again. But to Draco, he was Harry, his lover, boyfriend, companion. He was everything.

There was a period of silence. Then, "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"You know, speak about your death so easily. I've never met anyone who could talk about their own death as if it was a normal thing to say."

"I don't know." Harry said slowly. "I guess that, even before I heard the prophecy, I knew that, deep down, I would have to kill or be killed. I've made my peace with it Draco, and so should you."

Draco scowled. "Just because I know that it might happen, doesn't mean I have to like it. Harry chuckled darkly. "That's true. I don't happen to really enjoy the possibility of being killed either.

"Now come on. Let's get the sleep you so wanted me to have."

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Wow. I've completed the first chapter of my so-called fic! Wooot! Lol. That's not really a big accomplishment for most people, but to me, that's awesome. 

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