Title: Now is the Time
Rating: K+
Summary: This is the moment they've been hurtling towards from the beginning, but no one said it'd be easy.
Word Count: 508
Genres: Romance, of sorts, and angst. Oh, and Slash (of the Harry/Draco Kind)
A/N: I have had a case of massive writers block for weeks now, but finally I think I'm back in action. However, I'm straying into the unknown, as this is my first Harry/Draco piece so feedback would be appreciated. There also might be a second part, though I haven't quite decided on it yet.
A/N2: This is set post Deathly Hallows last chapter, pre-epilogue. So, it'll be the end of Harry's repeated seventh year...
You're ready; it's now or never. You've come to realise that this is the moment you've both been hurtling towards right from the beginning, but neither of you had quite realised how quickly it was approaching. And now, stood on the platform with the steam wafting around you, you both realise that this is it. This is the moment where you've got to step away from one another and walk on alone. This is the moment where you've got to let go of the memories and let them dissipate into the nothingness that lies beyond. This is the moment where the fantasy and the reality collide.
You smile, though it's tentative and strained; just to make him feel better or maybe to prove to yourself that you're still holding it together. He'd know it's insincere if he saw it, but he's not looking at you because he's found a spot over your shoulder to stare at. You don't really mind, you don't want him to look at you because it'd just make the whole thing harder to deal with.
He opens is mouth, as if he's thought of something to say; but he soon thinks better of it because he shuts his mouth with a sudden snap and lets the silence stretch on. You've got to agree with that decision because you don't want to start an amicable conversation. You don't want to hear him offering you luck in the future; and you don't want to have to say 'you too' when you both know full well that it's a lie.
It's awkward, it's tense, it's uncomfortable and yet neither makes a move to go elsewhere. Despite not knowing what to do or what to say; they know that if they part that's it…that's the end. And they know, that if they can, they'll stay stood in place all day, because that's prolonging the end.
The end is just so indefinite.
But then there's your name being shouted, because your friends still don't like you vanishing on them despite the war being over. He looks at you then, green meet grey, and you're sure you're imagining the look of sorrow in his eyes, but you're pretty sure the same look is reflected in your eyes.
A hand claps on your shoulder, and you look behind you into the smiling face of Ron, who's relieved that you're okay (because still in his mind Malfoy's a slimy git that would push you under the train if he had the chance) and when you look back, he's just a hazy outline.
And who cares if you want to chase after him, kiss him right here and tell him that this isn't the way it ends?
Not you.
No, you don't care at all.
