So this oneshot is based off of the deleted scene where Draco runs after Harry.
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"Draco, come here." His father motioned him to join them.
He didn't want to. Not after all of this. He was holding back tears, shaking his head as his parents begged him to join them. Hesitantly, feeling as though his feet were lead weighing him down, he stepped across the line, only to be embraced by the dark lord himself.
Draco fought the urge to pull away as the snakelike arms embraced him awkwardly before he joined his parents, his mother reaching out for his hand in a vice grip. They were safe, and that's all that mattered.
But what bothered him more than anything was that Harry was dead in the arms of the groundskeeper that the blonde had made fun of all of those years when he could be carefree and say what he wanted. Looking back, he wished he could've told the boy who lived how he felt.
The truth is, that while he was standing there, holding his mother's hand, he was fighting tears. Tears that would break him, and cause him to get himself, and his family killed if he shed them. Not only because of what had happened to Hogwarts, which had been more of a home to him than Malfoy Manor, but because of the death of the only boy he ever loved. Oh Wizard God it hurt more than he cared to admit, even to himself.
He watched as Neville, the boy he so often teased for being stupid, fat, and a worthless git, stepped up and gave a speech, how The Dark Lord's laugh, cold, and unfeeling, reverberated throughout the courtyard, and how, as soon as the sword was pulled out of the Sorting hat, something moved and fell to the ground.
Harry was alive. Draco just stood there, letting it all sink in. That he was alive. Letting go of his mother's hand, he yelled "POTTER" as desperately as he could and ran after the two, hoping to do something, anything.
He caught up to them in a larger courtyard. No one else was around. Green eyes met silver and Harry yelled something that sounded like an order to get away, but He wasn't going anywhere. He just stood behind Harry, his mother's wand in his hand, prepared to fight if necessary.
"Malfoy, leave." He cried, still dueling.
Draco shook his head. "Just destroy him. I'm not going anywhere." He stated.
Harry nodded, and yelled "Expelliarmus!" At the same time as The killing curse was shouted.
What happened next, Draco would never comprehend. He stared as the most powerful wizard alive collapsed, and his wand soared into Harry's hand. It was over. It was all over.
Harry turned around slowly and gave Draco a tiny smile, which turned into a frown. "Why run after me?"
Draco took a deep breath and, without looking at him, he spoke. "I don't know." It was now or never. "I guess I... I needed to see that you were... you know..."
Harry took a couple of steps forward, and tilted Draco's face up to where he was looking in those bright green orbs. "What, Draco?" He whispered.
The sound of his given name sent shivers throughout his entire body. The tenderness in his voice was making those tears threaten to resurface again. Before he knew it, he pulled the shorter man into his arms and was crying into his shoulder.
As soon as he realized what he had done, he shoved the boy away and turned around, trying to compose himself. He barely noticed it when Harry turned him around, took his right hand, and put it on his heart.
"I'm alive, Draco. You can feel it."
So he could, and it was beating fast, almost as if... But no, it was the adrenaline of battle. He couldn't possibly be...
"I thought I'd never see you again." Harry murmured, looking into his eyes.
Relief coursed through Draco as he took his hand that wasn't still feeling a steady heartbeat, and pulled their lips together in a desperate kiss.