Title: A Single Tear
Author: Never
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I lie, therefore, I am.
Summary: Draco's side of the story.
Warning: Character death.hey, it's supposed to be emotional.
Author's Notes: A collaboration with Nyena, in response to All Inspiring Group emotion challenge.
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Funny how things turn out. Looking back, this can all be traced to that last day at Hogwarts when we both stood in front of the Great Hall, each waiting for the other to say something. If only I had told you how I felt then. And by some miracle, you had reciprocated those feelings I would have forsaken my father and become an Auror like you. Joining Voldemort was just what my father wanted. All I wanted was you.
Now I'm holding you in my arms. Something that I always wanted, but not like this. Never like this. You did what you set out to do; you destroyed Voldemort once and for all. But now you lay here, on the brink of death. My fingers gently rub your closed eyes, and move down your cheek to you lips.
"You can't die now, Potter." Strange how even now, I don't feel I deserve to use your first name. Calling you Harry is so intimate. I dreamed of calling you that a thousand times a day, in between thinking of insults and finding excuses to touch you.
Just a few moments ago, you were standing across from the Dark Lord, facing him down with the courage that only a Gryffindor would possess. It made me feel privileged to even look at you. Then a flash of light and you collapsed. I tried to get over here as fast as I could. Tried to catch you, but I couldn't.
I instantly reached for every healing potion I had on me, shoving them down your throat. "Why aren't those blasted potions working?" I know now, but I don't want to face it. I can't accept it, or I might cry. And I have to look brave for you, my lovely Gryffindor.
The battle is winding down all around us, but I don't care. I just close my eyes and hold onto you more tightly, fearing that Dumbledore or Black or some such person will take you from me.
Suddenly my eyes fly open as I realize that I haven't felt you move at all. I check your breathing, no air. And I can't seem to find your pulse. But you can't be dead. No, you can't be. I never told you I loved you. I suppose I can tell you now. Perhaps you'll hear me.
"I love you, and I'm sorry." Yes, I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself. A single tear escapes my eye and seeks out your warmth. But your warmth is gone, and more tears seem to fall.
Author: Never
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I lie, therefore, I am.
Summary: Draco's side of the story.
Warning: Character death.hey, it's supposed to be emotional.
Author's Notes: A collaboration with Nyena, in response to All Inspiring Group emotion challenge.
***
Funny how things turn out. Looking back, this can all be traced to that last day at Hogwarts when we both stood in front of the Great Hall, each waiting for the other to say something. If only I had told you how I felt then. And by some miracle, you had reciprocated those feelings I would have forsaken my father and become an Auror like you. Joining Voldemort was just what my father wanted. All I wanted was you.
Now I'm holding you in my arms. Something that I always wanted, but not like this. Never like this. You did what you set out to do; you destroyed Voldemort once and for all. But now you lay here, on the brink of death. My fingers gently rub your closed eyes, and move down your cheek to you lips.
"You can't die now, Potter." Strange how even now, I don't feel I deserve to use your first name. Calling you Harry is so intimate. I dreamed of calling you that a thousand times a day, in between thinking of insults and finding excuses to touch you.
Just a few moments ago, you were standing across from the Dark Lord, facing him down with the courage that only a Gryffindor would possess. It made me feel privileged to even look at you. Then a flash of light and you collapsed. I tried to get over here as fast as I could. Tried to catch you, but I couldn't.
I instantly reached for every healing potion I had on me, shoving them down your throat. "Why aren't those blasted potions working?" I know now, but I don't want to face it. I can't accept it, or I might cry. And I have to look brave for you, my lovely Gryffindor.
The battle is winding down all around us, but I don't care. I just close my eyes and hold onto you more tightly, fearing that Dumbledore or Black or some such person will take you from me.
Suddenly my eyes fly open as I realize that I haven't felt you move at all. I check your breathing, no air. And I can't seem to find your pulse. But you can't be dead. No, you can't be. I never told you I loved you. I suppose I can tell you now. Perhaps you'll hear me.
"I love you, and I'm sorry." Yes, I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself. A single tear escapes my eye and seeks out your warmth. But your warmth is gone, and more tears seem to fall.