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AN: I know this is a sad excuse for a chapter. But, c'est la vie.

Chapter 8: A Demain

We lay, basking in each other's presence, sheets tangled.

Our final night.

My throat ached, wanting to release a sob. I fought back tears and nuzzled against Harry's neck. I tried calming myself and took a deep breath. It's funny how that made me want to cry harder.

Harry, tense and quiet, sensed my distress. His smooth tan skin gave way as his muscles flexed, pulling me closer. I was reintroduced to his scent: soap and sweat, his own personal cologne. My head pounded in time to Harry's heartbeat, both growing steadily faster. He's alive. We're still alive.

It was uncharacteristically silent; a ceasefire. Candles blazed by the window, random shadows flickering against the wall. We'd tried to have the most romantic night of our lives. Everything was almost perfect.

And in a way it was. What's more heart wrenching than two lovers sharing their last night on Earth together? Screaming in ecstasy rather than pain? Showing love instead of hate? It was perfectly tragic in all senses.

I can't sleep…can't possibly lose another minute with him. There's so much I want to say, but I'd hate to break the silence. This is my last chance…the last time harry would be only mine. Not the leader of the light side, not the boy who lived. Just mine.

"I love you," I finally whispered. That's all I needed to say.

AN: The next AND FINAL chapter will be up within the next two days. It will be longer. Anyways, please drop a review!