Waiting to Join Him --Harry/Draco
He dug his hands into the still loose soil as if trying to bring himself closer to the one buried deep in the ground. The sun was just beginning to show over the tree line and he lay down on the cool ground, cold as the skin of someone dead, a feeling he would not have known until hours before, now it was all he could feel.
Taking deep breaths, he tried to control the knot rising in his throat. He closed his eyes and remembered, seeing every moment vividly. The running, trying to make it, to warn him of the threat he hadn't expected, cried out as the man dug a knife into his love's back before he smiled satisfactorily and walked away. He let the man go, instead dropping to the ground and pushing the black hair out of his love's face. Even as he died, he smiled at him, murmuring soothing words of love to Draco who sobbed openly. He had held him tighter; trying to tell him he wouldn't die but couldn't bring himself to lie.
He could see it, watched helplessly as the life slipped from the other's once bright green eyes. Jaw clenching, he pulled him closer, unwilling to let go even when Lupin and Granger tried to get him to let go so they could bury him.
That had been hours ago but he felt like it was days, all that time wrapped in his anguish. He lay his cheek against the dirt and barely glanced up as footsteps approached him.
His father stood over him, murmuring words of disappointment, hate, revulsion. He listened uncaringly, watching dispassionately as his father pulled out his wand. Made no attempt to even move as the green light shot from the end of his father's wand.
As he felt to life slip from him he finally smiled and whispered, "I'll be there soon Harry."