Something bright was seeping through his eyelids. Light.

Harry's eyelids fluttered open and sunlight clouded his vision. Something soft scratched against his cheek. His nostrils were filled with a sweet smell.

He was laying face down somewhere, on what looked like grass. As he sat up the light that had been blinding him receded. He was in a field. It stretched out so far it touched the blue horizon. The tall grass around him was dotted with little white flowers. It was so peaceful. He reached out his hand to touch one of the small white blossoms.

His mind suddenly filled with images of blood and death, streaks of light criss crossing the air, from wand to target, people being ripped to shreds. Dumbledore. Fernir ripping a wizard's throat open nearby. Screams. And then he was flying backwards, his stomach a pulpy mess, the life leaking out of him. And Draco.

His eyes focused on the flower again, except now its image was distorted and blurred as tears flooded his emerald eyes. "Draco" he whispered.

"Harry" a voice suddenly called out from behind him, so close. He turned, and there he was. His blonde hair was clean of blood, his cheek was smooth and the skin was perfect, as it always had been. He leaned down to where Harry was still sitting, staring at him in disbelief. "I was killed" Harry whispered, "So were you", he realized.

A soft smile spread over Draco's lips. "Well, maybe we're dead then" He said, and with that he pulled Harry's lips to his and kissed him passionately, crushing him to his chest. They both fell onto the grass, crushing it beneath them. When they finally let go Harry opened his eyes, lips tingling. A tear dropped from Draco's eyes and rolled down his cheek. "I told you that wasn't going to be our last kiss"

Authors note:Well, that's the end. I hope everyone likes it. I´d love to read your reviews.