Title: Fade to black
Rating: G
Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Summary: Confession of an untold confession - Harry's POV
Length: Oneshot
Disclaimer: They're not mine

Fade to black

Ever since that day, the moment in time when I used your Hawthorn, sealing Voldermort's fate to his eventual downfall, I could feel you.

It had been fleeting at first, just a gentle brush of something I couldn't describe painting my soul. Colourless it was but still very much present and it took to form on the day of your hearing.

I still remembered how you looked. Your impossibly blond hair had somewhat lost its lustre and the robes you wore hung loosely on your body. Not even once did you look at me but my insides tingled as soon as I saw you and when I took the stand to defend you, it manifested. My power lost its meagre control and I gleaned the colour of your magic. I began to think that silver was the most beautiful.

Even though your name had been cleared, you never came back to Hogwarts the following year. It disappointed me when I didn't see you sitting at your usual spot with the rest of the Slytherins no matter how few in numbers they were but at least they had courage.

I didn't know why I had expected so much from you when I'd always known you were a coward. You didn't even dare take your own wand back and I resented you for it.

I let myself drowned with exhaustion as the days went by because the anger consumed me and when it didn't it simmered to something that sliced right through my heart. It was especially so when I was surrounded by people who worshipped the grounds I walked on but couldn't see past the hero to the boy who just wanted to step down from this pedestal.

It wasn't until Ron and Hermione got together did I recognize it as loneliness. I despised it because I wanted to be happy for them and I tried hard only to fail time after time. I had been difficult and disregarded their worry for me, I brought up the walls.

But it was within that isolation that I found my salvage. The tendrils of your essence coiled grey around me. I admit, it wasn't warm but it wasn't cold either. It had the smell of you, the scent of snow thawing for spring and the sensation of a majestic rose blooming with pride, blanketing me with begrudging comfort as I beheld the magnificent sight of your weave sparkled to silver. Was it because I was thinking of you just as you were thinking of me?

Suddenly I wasn't so lonely anymore. The walls slowly began to crumble into ruins as I broke free and I walked amongst friends again. I was happy. Truly, genuinely happy because this time, all I had to do was reach out and grasp those silver strands and I could feel you in my mind, sharing what you feel.

It was this selfishness that sustained me all these years.

Now ten years later since Voldermort's death, I am back again at Hogwarts. A merry reunion of old friends and schoolmates and I blended unnoticed, tracing the dusty stone floors to familiar paths searching for you, my feet halted to a stop at a door that suddenly appeared in the wall. Maybe, just maybe, the room was bringing you to me.

But still you didn't come, just me standing there alone in the Room of Requirement. I shut my eyes grasping tightly to your Hawthorn in the hope to find you but found despair instead.

Are you punishing me?

Was it wrong of me to be selfish? Your silvers had been slowly losing its sparkle, darkening with every moment I woke up, taking a part of me as you fade away. Why did you leave me again?

I could feel the room shifting, its warm touch willing me to open my eyes and I stood before the Mirror of Erised watching the eleven year old us shaking hands at a start of a new term.

I love you Draco.

As the Hawthorn in my hand disintegrated to stardust, so did you. Your quintessence is no longer silver just like I fade to black.

**Finite**

A/N: My first post in this fandom, be kind.... =)