"This is it, Harry." Draco whispered.

"Do you really think so?" Harry asked.

"Of course, Harry. Why the forlorn tone?"

"It's just... everyone I care seem to be taken away from me and there was little I could do."

"That's the past, love." Draco reassured him. "If you keep looking back, you won't notice that rock you're about to walk into. You should keep moving forward without looking back. That way you'll know where you're headed and not trip on the same rock all over again."

"You're right." Harry flashed a weak smile.

"We're going to have a proper family now." Draco kissed him.

Harry wakes up with a jolt. With some hint of hesitation, he finally stands up, making some joints pop in the process. He takes wary steps towards the bedroom, still not bothering to turn the lights on.

He struggles with the doorknob until he got a good grip and turned. Even by the strips of light from their window, he could make out the outline of Draco who was slowly raising his head. Draco blinked at Harry stupidly before launching himself at him.

"Harry, I'm really sorry," he spoke rapidly, his voice hoarse. "I didn't mean everything I said. I was caught up. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"It's alright," Harry shushed him, rubbing comforting circles on Draco's back. "I know you didn't. It's not your fault. Stop crying, love. Please?"

Thankfully, Draco ceased from apologising but continued to sob quietly on Harry's chest. "I don't want to lose you." he said after a while.

Harry's body went stiff, hoping that Draco didn't notice. "You won't, Draco." was what he settled with. "You won't."

And they just stood there, holding onto each other, Draco's grasp tight. Although blunt nails bore painfully into Harry's torso, he still felt numb.

Everything felt surreal. Harry knew that everyone would eventually depart, he has accepted that, but realising he hasn't—wouldn't—be spending the rest of his tattered life with draco, the only person that mattered, just takes him over the edge. He gritted his teeth, in the hopes of not showing any sign of weakness. Call him martyr but that's one of the abilities he prized most about himself.

His mind started to wander. He didn't really care about himself, he noticed. All his life he devoted to avenging the dead, not actually caring of the effects on himself. Maybe that's why he feels half-ready to confront this next great adventure. but something tugs in him. Of course, it's because of the man who he loves dearly to let go of. And it painfully stabs Harry's heart repeatedly when he knows he would soon leave him.

Then faint notes started to sing in his hears, wondering why the neighbours would decide to play music at an ungodly hour.

And dance your final dance
This is your only chance
To hold the one you love
You know you've waited long enough

And before he new it, they were leisurely moving to the slow rhythm of the song, clutching onto each other with want and desperation.

So, believe that magic works
Don't be afraid of being hurt
Don't let this magic die
The answer's there
Oh, just look in their eyes

Then green orbs met grey. All the hurt and sorrow visibly swimming in those pleading eyes. Yet something more powerful overtakes the negative emotions and Harry knows they both can feel it. The protectiveness and unconditional love for each other is overwhelming but pleasantly familiar.

"And make your final move." Harry softly sang the next verse. "Don't be scared, he wants you to."

Draco rested his chin on Harry's shoulder and whispered the rest. "Yeah, it's hard. You must be brave. Don't let this moment slip away."

Now, believe that magic works
Don't be afraid, afraid of being hurt
Don't let this magic die
The answer's there
Oh, just look in their eyes

"And don't believe that magic can die," both men sang, tears threatening to spill onto each other. "No, no, no, this magic can't die."

Then Harry finally lets go of all barriers. Crying out everything he has kept bottled inside him.

So dance your final dance
'Cause this is your final chance

And through it all, Draco was still there. He always was

No one said anything for a while. Mere consolation was enough for Harry. Slowly, with Draco's whispering of soft nothings in his ear, Harry gains composure and stares into the person who has stole his heart.

He smiles sadly, not trusting his voice to speak.

Then an intolerable, searing headache made him screech. he grasped either temples, attempting to trigger any pressure points that would lessen the pain. Despite the deafening pain, he heard the guttural cries of Draco. He opened his eyes then wished he hadn't. Draco was a mess. Just weeping and couldn't do anything for the only person he has settled with. Harry's surprised that Draco hasn't break yet, which reminds him how much he appreciates his husband's outstanding composure amidst the powerful emotions building up inside him.

"Harry," he moaned, clutching onto his hand. "Harry, I love you. I really do."

"I do—" Harry managed in between cries. "—too, Draco. And I will... always do. Don't forget... that."

"But why do you have to go, love?" Draco was uncontrollably shaking now.

"Sometimes, death is the only mercy we have left."

He bravely raises his head and kisses Draco square on the mouth. Tears rapidly flowing from their eyes down to their chests.

And just like that, the man who gave him a reason to live is now a cold corpse, soaked in their own tears.

But for tonight I'll stay here with you
Yes for tonight I'll lay here with you
But when the sun hits your eyes through your window
There will be nothing you can do

To be continued.