Bittersweet
by MagickBeing

Challenge:

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.

2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.

3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble. You start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!

4. Do ten of these, then post them.

Author's note/warning: Swiped this challenge from Wings of Corrugated Irony because I thought it sounded like a fun idea. I figured it would help me deal with my writer's block, and in a way, it did. Like her, I broke rule three shamelessly, and ended up playing each song five times or so, until my inspiration left and I was content with the ending. Because each drabble is a story in its own, I've splitted it up into chapters. Some of the drabbles are sad, angry—some are sweet and some are bittersweet. Hence the title. Some deal with cheating or abuse and others deal with comfort and love. Some are post-Hogwarts and some are in Hogwarts, but none of them follow J.K. Rowling's books in their entirety, but all of them have one thing in common; slash. That's right folks, slash. Namely Harry and Draco.

You've been warned.

Rating: M. In other words, mature.

Disclaimer: Each chapter is a drabble to a different song—therefore unrelated to the previous chapter—and each song belongs to their respective artists. Like the Harry Potter fandom belongs to J.K. Rowling. In both cases, no copyright infringement was intended. The song for this chapter was Frozen by Within Temptation.


Frozen - Within Temptation

I can't feel my senses.

I just feel cold.

All the colours seem to fade away,

I can't reach my soul.

The battle raged on and Draco let out a low growl, frustrated. Through his peripheal vision, he saw another shot of green light cutting through the air toward him—he turned and raised his wand, only to have it cut short as it was deflected by another flash of light. Automatically, he turned, eyes hard as they caught on Harry.

Bloody hero.

I love you.

No, you don't. You love the idea of me, maybe, but how could you ever love a monster?

You're not a monster. Don't let them get to you, Dra—

Them? This is my own decision, Potter. I want to make that clear.

No. I'm not letting you walk away from this!

Quickly deflecting another spell, which just narrowly missed him, Harry's eyes met his and Draco scowled, glaring.

It had been The Dark Lord's idea to fight without hoods—it made it harder for the side of the Light to sort them from their own people. At least from behind. He was beginning to dislike the idea more and more, though, as the seconds ticked by because without the anonimity of his hood, Harry wouldn't let go. Why couldn't he just get it through his thick skull? A person cut in front of him, blocking Harry from his sights, and Draco raised his wand without thought, a blast of green light shooting from the end like liquid fire.

Ron fell, eyes empty and cold, and Draco looked up to meet the disbelieving gaze of his ex-lover.

He smirked.

It's too late. I already have. Don't you see? This was just a game, Potter, a ploy to get you closer to the Dark Lord.

I don't believe you.

I really don't care.

Yes you do! I'm still here, aren't I? I'm still safe? If this was a ploy, then shouldn't I be tied up somewhere?

Don't. Don't—

Don't what, ask questions?

No. Don't question my charity.

Realization dawned across Harry's face and his expression contorted into one of sheer, cold fury—Draco's smirk shifted into a smile, cool and taunting. Harry moved forward, eyes dark and haunted.

Finally.

Then you do care.

Not about you, Potter.

Then why am I still here?

It doesn't matter. You won't be for long. I'm leaving.

Harry stilled just milimeters in front of him, his wand raised. Despite the fury written across his face, though, he hesitated—Draco deliberately moved closer, stepping over Weasley's dead body.

"Do it," he challenged, raising his hands to his side. "Kill me."

Harry visibly flinched, some of his fury melting away at the sound of his voice. He seemed to be fighting with himself and then he was lowering his wand and Draco silently swore.

"Come on, Potter," he taunted, eyes flashing, "Are you really going to let me just walk away?"

Are you insane or just plain suicidal?

Maybe both.

Draco—

Harry set his jaw, his wand stilling in mid air. He licked his lips, searching Draco's face.

"Are you insane or just plain suicidal?"

Draco smirked.

"Are you stupid or just a coward?" he asked in return, voice hard.

Harry flinched again, a line forming between his eyes.

No. Every kiss, every fuck was a lie, Potter. Accept it and move on.

You don't mean th—

A flash of green caught Draco's eye from his peripheal vision again—he turned and then it was whizzing through the air from behind him, past him and toward Harry and he turned back, realization dawning on the other's face. Everything felt as if it were going in slow motion—Draco's heart pounded in his chest and he couldn't think straight. Harry raised his wand again but it was close, so close, too close and without thought, Draco was moving forward, running—

Stupefy! Now... goodbye, Potter.

The last thing he saw was a flash of green light and then the darkness came.

Goodbye, Potter.

Goodbye.