Of Rain and Hope.
It never quite hit me til I was standing there.
Standing there, with all these people, all of us dressed in black like a dark cloud that signal's a storm on the horizon. And there are rain marks, all over the pale faces and the tanned faces, and all these faces are sad faces. Human rain seeps from eyes and runs down faces in murky mascara trails on women's cheeks, and even the men cry freely. I am standing here, where her last bed sits in front of me, being slowly lowered into the muddy seven feet under. I catch a glimpse of her glass and wooden sanctuary; white blonde hair, porcelian skin, tall frame dressed in white silk. With the look of peace gracing her features, she could easily be sleeping.
Standing here, with my arm around his shoulders -
His shaking shoulders.
He looks up for the first time, beautiful grey eyes rimmed red and tracks down his cheeks. His lips, red and swollen from being bitten to stifle sobs, stay absoloutely still, but his eyes scream at me.
And then it hit me.
Hard.
She was gone, never coming back. Eventually all these people, all these people with their sorrowful faces would forget and move on. Make new friends.
But he wouldn't forget.
My arm slips from his shoulders and I envelope his hand in mine. I squeeze it as if to say, 'I'm here for you.'
"I s-said to myself I w-wouldn't c-cry." Another squeeze.
"It's okay to cry."
He bows his head and the tears come thick and fast now, a river down his face.
And it's over.
A neat square of brown and a surely expensive tombstone mark her final resting place. Everyone slowly leaves in two's and three's, a mournful hum thick in the air.
The heavens open and sheets of rain pour down.
He doesn't move.
And I stay with him.
I'm not sure how long we stood there in silence in the rain that summer's day, my arm around his waist. I'm not sure how the others there
felt, seeing me at her funeral. I'm not sure how much he cried, as the tears mingled with the rain that drenched us both.
After what seems like eternity, I take his face - his beautiful, beautiful face that looks so much like hers - in both my hands. I ignore him hoarsely gasp my name and I kiss him.
I kiss him, and I give him everything I have.
I give him the sun and the rain, and the wind and the earth. I give him all my luck, all my wisdom I've aqquired. I give him all my wordly possessions and I give him all he's wanted that I have. I give him my favourite songs, my favourite colours, the way I love how he looks when he's caught unaware. The memories that I have with other people; my best friends - and the memories we've had together. The fights, and the smirks, and the embraces and the nights we've spent together. I give him my weapons, and I throw away my defences. I give him everything I possibly can in one kiss, and I say to him 'I'm here for you.'
And I hope it's enough.
"I made a promise to your mother," I breathe, my forehead against his, "And I swear I will do anything to protect you. I love you."
And for the first time since the death of his mother, Draco Malfoy smiles.
And the world seems so much brighter.
A little Draco/Harry, dedicated to you, Yessy (:
I ADORE Drarry now (:
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