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The battle was beginning and Harry couldn't think of anyone but Malfoy. Was he okay? Every time he saw a flash of blond, Harry nearly screamed Malfoy's name.
"It's in the Room of Requirement!" Hermione had screamed, and they ran.
Suddenly Malfoy was there, "Potter," he said, warning in his voice. Crabbe and Goyle were screaming curses, and Malfoy was telling them to stop, screaming it.
And then there was fire, "BROOMS!" he screamed to Hermione and Ron (and Malfoy), hoping they could hear him. As they were flying out, Harry remembered Malfoy. His worst enemy. His soulmate. "WE HAVE TO GO BACK!" he yelled to his two best friends.
When he turned around he saw them, three of them, climbing desperately up a mountain of things. And then Crabbe fell, fell into the pit of fire. His screams quickly cut off by death. Malfoy kept climbing however. Harry rushed over, hoping Ron and Hermione were behind him, to rescue Goyle.
The hot fire licked at his ankles, and Harry felt he was close to being burned alive. Malfoy, he thought, I have to save Malfoy.
He then gripped the Blond's hand, tightly, as both hands were slippery with sweat. "Draco!" he screamed. Using strength he didn't know he had, he pulled Malfoy up onto his broom. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione and Ron grab Goyle.
Malfoy was holding him so tightly it hurt.
The fire roared at them, and Harry felt Malfoy shaking. The Gryffindor saw the diadem fall, and didn't even make a move to fetch it. He should have, that's what he needed to do. Without the diadem, they were lost, but all Harry could think was Malfoy. It was like a chant in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.
The fire was catching up, the heat was overwhelming. But there was the door, Harry could almost make it out perfectly. He zipped through it, Hermione, Ron and Goyle following right after. The fire was reaching out, reaching out for them. BAM! The door shut suddenly, cutting the fire off.
Goyle immediately ran, not even looking back for Malfoy.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked Malfoy, as his friend had just died. Harry grabbed both of Malfoy's hands.
"No."
Hermione grabbed Harry's arm, "The diadem!?"
He let it drop, "Shit!"
"The diadem?" Malfoy inquired.
"It's a horcrux-"
"The fire would have destroyed it," replied Malfoy.
The Gryffindor girl turned to the Slytherin, "How do you know?"
"That wasn't a regular fire-"
"No shit," interrupted Ron.
Malfoy continued, "And I overheard a conversation."
The trio sighed collectively, "One more to go," Hermione said.
Malfoy turned to Harry, raising an eyebrow, "Only one?"
"That's what we were doing last year."
"Oh."
"Harry," Ron interrupted again, "I hate to break this up, but we have to fight."
"I'm coming with," said Malfoy, "I'm not going to be a coward anymore-"
"No!" Harry shouted, "You can't! Promise me."
Malfoy sneered, "And what's going to stop me, Potter?"
"Me."
"Why can't I fight!?"
"Cause-"
This time Hermione interrupted, "Protect the children, Malfoy. If you want to do something, protect the first and second years."
Malfoy nodded, determined, "Okay," he then leaned over to Harry's ear, "If you fucking die Potter," his breath tickled Harry's ear (Stop it Harry, there's a war going on, you're not allowed to be turned on), "I will kill you."
Harry laughed, the first time in quite a while, "Kay, I'll try not too," The blond's face was dirty and tear stained and sharp. Harry wanted to kiss him really badly. But Ron and Hermione were there. Luckily for him, Malfoy kissed him instead.
Had he been paying attention to anything other then Malfoy's lips against his, he would have heard Hermione gasp sharply, and Ron explaining to her that Malfoy was both his worst enemy and his soulmate. But he wasn't paying attention, because Malfoy's tongue was very distracting, because Malfoy's hands were in his hair, because Malfoy's slim body was pressed against his.
They broke away slowly, before leaning their heads together. Harry put his hands on Draco's neck, and Malfoy's hands clung desperately onto Harry's wrists. "You're not allowed to die either," he whispered to the blond.
"Kay, I'll try not too," replied the sarcastic blond, his voice soft. They kissed one last desperate time before separating. Neither one wanted to say goodbye, so they did nothing but stare at each other, before turning away and walking in opposite directions.
The Saviour.
The Death Eater.
Life really hated them.
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He thought he was ready to die.
But apparently he wasn't, because as he stared at the start of the forest, he couldn't move. The Gryffindor gripped the stone in his hand, and willed himself forwards. He needed to do this. One step at a time Harry. He could feel the grime on his face, he could feel all the deaths he caused. He could feel Fred, he could feel Remus, he could feel Tonks, and he could feel their orphan child.
He needed to move, because if he didn't, more people would die.
Suddenly, "Potter!" he turned around to see a blond haired blob running towards him screaming, "You bloody fucking idiot! You promised you wouldn't DIE!" It was Malfoy. "AND NOW YOU'RE WALKING TO YOUR FUCKING DEATH!"
"Draco. Calm. The. Fuck. Down."
Draco was in front of him now, pale face red with anger, "Don't you fucking tell me to calm down. And you're not allowed to call me Draco when YOU'RE WALKING TO YOUR DEATH!"
"Calm down, or we're going to get caught, and both get killed!"
"Oh. You're still not allowed to go be killed."
Harry reached for Draco's hands, but was swiftly denied, "I have to."
"Why?" cried Draco, his eyes beginning to become watery.
"Because Dumbledore said so, he said it has to be Voldemort," Draco flinched when Harry spoke the evil man's name.
"Dumbledore was a manipulative, prejudiced old man!"
"Prejudiced?" asked Harry, trying to distract from the current subject.
"Against Slytherins," Draco replied, "And don't change the subject!"
This time, Harry did grab Draco's hands, and he pulled the blond closer to him, "I'm so so sorry, but I have too."
"Let me come with you then!" The Slytherin cried, forgetting his house trait of self-preservation.
"No. I has to be just me and him." Harry realised he was crying, little puddles of salty water dripping down his face, cleaning away the dirt. Malfoy was crying too.
Harry didn't know when he started loving Malfoy, was it when he lied for Harry earlier that year? When they first kissed? Was it right now? Or was it way earlier, when he met the snarky, sarcastic git that was Malfoy? Malfoy had always been there, for better or for worse (usually for worse). When everyone else treated him like he was a fragile piece of glass, Malfoy had been there to insult him, to make him feel fire. Malfoy made him feel things no one else could. Harry hated Voldemort, but when Harry had hated Malfoy, it was with a hundred times more passion. Malfoy could get him so riled up, that he would shoot an unknown curse at him.
Malfoy also balanced him, Malfoy was the ice to his fire, the Slytherin to his Gryffindor, the calm to his storm.
Malfoy was his worst enemy. He had been since they were eleven years old.
But Malfoy was also his soulmate. And Harry found himself falling in love with the snobby bastard more every minute.
It also helped that he was hell of a good kisser.
Which is was they were doing right now. The kiss was more fiery and passionate and harsh then any of their other kisses, which is saying a lot because their other kisses had all been during life or death situations. The other time however, they somehow knew that they would get out alive, but this time they didn't know. In fact, Harry was almost positive that he wouldn't.
This was a goodbye kiss.
This was also a hello kiss.
Because if Harry survived, if they survived, then they would have a future together. Because they were soulmates. (And enemies.)
Their tearstained faces pressed against each other, lips frantic. Harry didn't say I love you, and neither did Draco. Somehow, it was communicated in the kiss.
Suddenly Harry turned away and ran into the woods, knowing that his soulmate wouldn't follow. He scratched at his wrist, loving and hating who's name was there.
He wasn't ready to die.
He was ready to live.
For Draco.
