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I can't make you love me, if you don't...
Draco raised his wand and shot a spell at the approaching Death Eater as he turned. The battle had been raging for what seemed like days, but was probably mere hours. With a determination born of a lifetime of breeding, he ignored the screams of fear and pain that rose around him like sirens' song, eerie and fatal. He ignored the smell of death, loosened bowels of the dead and the clinging odor of terror of the dying. He had but one thought as he waded through those fighting for their lives and those to which the fight was long over: Where's Harry?
I can't make your heart feel something it won't...
Draco's heart stuttered at the sight of Harry, battered, bloody, and one knee pressed to the soiled ground, glaring across the hillock at Voldemort. The sick glee shining in the raving psychotic's eyes made Draco nauseous. Draco watched, horror-struck, as Voldemort raised his wand, the second it took seeming an hour as the words he and Harry had shouted at each other danced like deranged ghosts in his head.
"Run away with me Harry. We don't have to fight in this war. We don't have to die tomorrow. We can spend the rest of our lives sipping expensive wine and making love like mad bunnies on some tropical beach somewhere. Why die here?""I can't just leave, Draco. These people have fought, some even died, so I could fight tomorrow. If you want to run, fine, go. Burn in Hell for all I care"
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"So that's it, is it? So long. Have a nice life. Oh, and thanks for the shagging. See ya round"
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"I thought...stupid me, for thinking the Gryffindor Golden Boy could love a rotten no good Malfoy"
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"Fine, Potter, go get yourself killed. I gurantee you'll see Hell before I do, you bloody fucking bastard"
Slam!
Here in the dark, in these lonely hours, I will lay down my heart and i'll feel the power...
Draco didn't need to see the ball of emerald green light burst from the tip of Voldemort's wand to know what spell he'd send hurtling towards his raven-haired lover. Something in him shattered at the thought of that revolting bit of magick taking Harry away from him. Before his mind even had time to consider a course of action, Draco was sprinting the few feet seperating him from his love.
But you won't, oh you won't...
He had already launched himself at the other boy, knocking him over before Harry even saw him coming. The look of utter shock on his face was almost worth the searing pain he felt along his back as Voldemort's curse grazed it..
Cause I can't make you love me...
Draco hissed as Harry turned him over in his arms."Why-" Draco lifted his hand, pressing his fingers against the soft, full lips he had come to know so well over the last few months. He knew his smile was a bit sad as he peered up into the beloved green eyes he knew he'd never see again. He took a gasping breath and said what he knew needed to be said, what he had always wanted to say."You weren't just a fabulous shag, you know. I..I love you, Harry."
He was dead before the tears found their way out of Harry's eyes and into Draco's hair. As had happened so many times before, Draco had been right. Harry had, indeed, found Hell first, the entrance staring up at him with empty silver eyes.
If you don't.