A/N: Enjoy! I updated this in a hurry, heh kinda, because of the summer hols and all, anyway sorry if there are such horrible grammar mistakes!
Nothing Will Tear Us Apart – Part III
"Mischief Managed," I whispered to the Map, checking it one last time. No one was near thankfully.
It had been the most chaotic week of his entire existence, ever since Draco had told me he had plans in joining Voldemort's ever growing army. The other boy didn't ever know what that declaration had done to me, I was a nervous wreck; a bundle of some many emotions I didn't even have time to figure out. Draco had sprung that awful news at me and left me, Harry to pick up the pieces. Not that the boy had left me per se, but Draco hardly knew what was going on inside that head of his let alone in anyone else's.
It was all very confusing he couldn't understand how one chat in Dumbledore's office could change it all. Ever since they had gotten together Draco was happily proclaiming that he'd rather kiss a dwarf's behind than have anything to do with his father ever again. And really Harry could quite understand that because he himself would rather kiss many behinds of those poor unsuspecting dwarf's than ever see Lucius Malfoy ever, ever, ever again. But one fine morning that twinkling four eyed lunatic had called Draco to his office for a little chat and Harry supposed that's when it all began.
I tried to forget about everything that was bothering me lately and relax before entering Their room. It was just like they had last left it. Cozy although rather chilly at the moment mind, but still neat. I wandered to the fireplace taking my time; after some time, lit the room grateful for the fires warmth.
My favorite armchair practically beckoned my call and I couldn't ignore it. It almost swallowed me whole as expected but there was something digging into my side that was bothering me. I dug my hands into it retrieving a small black jewelry box. I had almost forgotten it was there, it was much too important to be forgotten really but after everything that had been on my mind lately it was to be expected.
I was hoping to give this to Draco this night; if he bothered to appear at all because he was rather late already I realized looking at the nearby clock. Well I hoped Draco did appear, because really my eyes glimpsed the big bed at the back of Our Room that would beckon our call, just as soon as he got here of course.
In a three days time we'd all leave and you would go back to your family. I hoped, or rather prayed for every deity that you'd be safe and that Voldemort wouldn't find out about Dumbledore's idiotic plan. I said idiotic but I didn't mean easy to catch on, because he was Albus Dumbledore after all, there was no denying that. Anyway I rather hoped you'd hurry to come and find me because I'd start hyperventilating at the possibility of not spending this night with you. Because I wanted to spend the night with you so very, very much at least for this last time before you had to leave me.
Well I almost did end up having a nervous breakdown because it took you another ten minutes to stumble through the door, completely out of breath looking rather startled actually.
My eyes wandered down to my hands that were still holding the jewelry box, I hastily hid it into the confinements of my school robe once more. That I'd only give to you later on, I had the whole night figured out perfectly after all –
"Well are you going to spend the whole night there watching me?" Draco asked me rather pointedly.
Well, maybe almost perfectly planned then.
I flushed before scrambling from the chair and crossing the room towards you. Before you had time to properly catch your breath I pulled you to me by your hand, placing both my arms around your waist. You looked surprised, perhaps because I had never been one to be careful with you. But something about tonight made me feel that you either of us would break at any hastiness in our part.
"I'll miss you Draco I hope you've got that wrapped around that brain of yours, I'm not quite sure I'll manage to breathe properly knowing you'll by my side any longer," I mumbled into your neck, the part of your body my mouth was currently attached to.
"You won't have to worry Harry, I'll be fine you'll see! Soon we'll do what needs to be done and Voldemort will be gone then you and I will have the rest of our lives to be together," he whispered into my hair and I took a few deep breaths trying not to break down now of all times.
I took you by the hand planting kisses on your neck that made you shiver and give out into those mewling noises I love to hear from you. Those that come deep from your throat and its husky and erotic in a way I can't even start to describe. I lead you through the room trying to undo the buttons of your shirt, but the flames from the fireplace are casting the most beautiful shadows across your exposed neck, I'm drifting from the task at hand, and it's almost enough to throw you to the floor and take you there.
I can feel your smirk when you notice my hungry gaze on your collarbone and I'm almost growling. You push me away a little and it's surprising when the back of my knees hit the couch and I sit rather forcefully. You're laughing and it's music to my ears and I feel like laughing along too, this is all too unreal for me to grasp really. It's been hard finding time to spend this kind of time with you for the last few days.
Knowing that I'll be watching, no matter what, you take your time undoing the remaining buttons of your shirt one by one, painfully slow and with every new patch of skin revealed to me I can feel myself getting harder. We've done this so many times, but it just feels like a new adventure every time we're at it again.
There's something twitching rather insistently inside my trousers and I ache to let my erection free. You take you your time undoing your belt too and that is about enough for me. I get up from my place of the couch and with only to step you're all flush against me I use my hands in your lower back to help you when with practiced ease you lift yourself up and snake your legs against my waist. Our erections brush and it's all shock and sparks like we're used to. I can say, and it is wondrous to say so, that my body aches for yours like it has never done before, perhaps it is the impending doom of it all, but it amazes me to feel it nonetheless.
Carrying you across the room didn't come to be much of a challenge and it was only for few steps anyway. The bed was looking at me invitingly but you did not seem to notice it, you were solely focused on marking my neck as yours with all your licking and sucking and nibbling of it. I fight a loosing battle when trying to keep my moans to myself; I still wonder how is it that the usually shy and quiet Harry just looses all his insecurities with you.
You have your way with me as always but a long way after our love making I'm satisfied to see that I am not the only one still reduced into a quivering mess. After a while I feel that you're falling into a doze just like you always do after a powerful orgasm and I try to keep myself from sighing wistfully, soon I'd be missing these encounters of ours.
Perhaps it was time for me to give my present for you, before you fell asleep. I take my time scanning the discarded pieces of clothing that got thrown around the room in our rush, I found my robes by your side of the bed and the box I was looking for seemed to have rolled out of my pocket and onto the floor.
I picked it from the floor and went back to bed. You seem to have fallen into deep slumber and it pains me to wake you up when you are clearly in need of sleep. I kiss your nose hoping that it'll be the best way to ease the transition from your dream world back into the cold world that waits to embrace you.
Without sensing my somewhat morbid thoughts you smile at me through half lidded eyes; my heart clenches at the sight, knowing that it will be a while until I see you smile like that again, if at all. You caress my cheek lovingly but I close my eyes from seeing the love that shines in your eyes because I know they mirror my own, and with each passing moment it gets harder to let you leave.
"I have a present for you dragon," I say softly hoping I'm disguising my pain well; not doubting a minute that I am, because now your eyes are suddenly sparkling with joy.
"Really, for me?" you questioned smiling widely, one of those time-stopping smiles that very few ever get to see. "Well, let me have, let me have it!"
I smile at your enthusiasm just mention the word present and you're acting like a five year old on Christmas morning; but just like watching a five year old, watching your undisguised joy is beautiful sight. I hand you the velvet box before you snatch it from my hands in your impatience.
You open it with bated breath, inside it rests a silver bracelet I myself picked out a few weeks ago. It looks nothing but a normal bracelet with a little plaque on the middle. You look up questioningly at me but I only smile knowingly, years of Latin lessons must've thought you to read what's in that little plaque.
"Omnia vincit amor," you whisper, it only takes a moment but it's clear you understood my message because your eyes well up with tears and you look back at me no longer masking the hurt of our future separation. "Love conquers all... I really hope so Harry, I really do."
"I wanted to put some kind of protection charm, or anything that would tell me if you were in danger, but Voldemort would easily find out about any of those," I explained, and until today I'm not sure what exactly I said but your tears started falling then. "So I just hope this will be a reminder of better times for you Draco. And don't ever forget that I love you more than life itself." When I'm finished you sobbing harshly and I'm lost at what to do.
It hits me soon, what better way than to ease your pain than by throwing my arms around you and holding you tight to me, like we've done countless times before. But instead of easing it I fall into despair just like you, crying noiselessly into your neck but knowing you're feeling my wet face pressed against your side. It was I who tried to make you feel better but in the end it was you who was trying to reassure me.
"Hey shh, don't worry sweat, we'll be together soon, we'll kill that heartless bastard soon enough and than we'll be together for eternity," you say to my squeezing me tighter.
I really wanted to believe you then, but I hardly thought your words were true, I expected to die in this war, and you knew of my expectations although you doubted them with stamping foot stubbornness. I wanted to make plans and dream of houses in the country with a handful of kids and white piquet fences but something inside me advised me against making them, knowing I was only in for a disappointment.
The next morning we cling to each other in the corridor before making our separate ways back to our common rooms. You and I make a huge scene in breaking up during our ride at the Hogwarts express. Most people are not surprised, expecting you to run to your father just as soon as you leave school. I make myself look crushed, and I truly was because letting you go was perhaps the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life. But if serving as a spy was what you truly wished to do I'd support you the whole way as you knew I would.
Hermione shook her head truly disappointed at you and Ron made horrid comments about you for the rest of our journey home, I ignored them both and sat quietly at my side of the compartment glancing at the running mountains as the train sped by, wondering when I'd be able to see you again, hoping I'd be able to see you again before I met my destiny.
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