A/N: This is slash so if you don't like it don't read it. Reviews are highly appreciated. Thank you and enjoy.
Disclaimer: Considering that I don't have enough money to even buy a movie ticket I sincerely doubt that I am the author of Harry Potter.
Apocalypse
The world was on fire.
Harry slipped through the hallways, his figure carefully covered by the invisibility cloak. He kept a careful eye on the Marauder's Map to make sure that there was no one around as he approached the portrait. The portrait was that of a large golden dragon wreathed in blue and silver flames. He pulled the cloak from his head and the dragon eyed him warily before speaking. "Password?" Harry grinned.
"Desire."
The portrait swung open giving Harry access to the room that lay beyond it. The quarters were furnished in blue and silver. It was tasteful and comfortable. But he cared nothing for the furnishings. He barely even saw them. He only saw the lounging blonde figure of his rival. Gray eyes captured his from half-way across the room and Draco smirked, rising to his feet.
The proclaimed Prince of Slytherin, the ice King, the silver Dragon stared at the Golden Boy of Hogwarts, the emerald eyed figurehead of the war, the Wizarding World's Savior. Their eyes burned with hatred for the other, with anger, with fire. And with their lust, passion, and strange, twisted form of love.
Lips met with brusing force, their tongues battled for dominance. Each tried to push the other down and they fought for the right to be on top. Hands roamed the other's body, nails clawed, drawing blood. The blonde moaned and threw back his head then forced the smaller, dark-haired boy down. Their every sense went haywire as their skin touched. They tasted each other, they felt every intimate detail of the other and they lost themselves. Where the Gryffindor ended and the Slytherin began was impossible to tell.
It was fire meeting ice, one burning, one freezing. They cancelled each other out. They completed each other. Green eyes burned and so did gray eyes. It was pure, unadulturated passion and desire.
Sometime later they both rose, spent. Their hair was plastered to their foreheads, they glistened with sweat and both seemed almost feverish. Harry threw on his clothes while Draco straightened himself. Then they parted, one heading towards the bedroom, one towards the door. A few feet away from their exits they turned, simultaneously towards each other, each one gripping their wand. They stared at each other.
One of them was going to die.
Together they raised their wands and then they smiled at each other.
"Avada Kedavra."
Only one left that night. Because in the battle between fire and ice only one can win.
Only one can win.