A/N: Just remember that you love me :)

Chapter 21: The End

Sometime later, Draco was shook awake. He opened his eyes slowly and painfully as they were a bit sore from crying so much. Judging by the light in the room it was early morning. He sat up carefully and looked around. Arabella was sitting against the couch, watching him. Her expression was grim which made Draco's stomach turn violently.

"Oh gods," was all Draco could say.

Arabella held her hand out to him. "Come, Draco," she said quietly. Draco gulped as he reached out and took her hand. They left Harry's cabin behind and materialized into another cabin that had the distinct feeling of a hospital. He looked around and could tell that it was in fact a hospital, one of Harry's kind. Arabella motioned for Draco to follow her. He did. He looked through the rooms as they went along, but saw no one. At the end of the hallway there was one last room. The one he guessed that Harry was in. Arabella sighed as she opened the door. Draco peeked around her and felt tears coming to his eyes again as he took in the form on the bed.

"Hello love," Harry whispered his voice hoarse.

Draco closed his eyes for several seconds before he opened them and still saw Harry staring back at him. He rushed over to him and threw his arms around him. Harry groaned, but returned the hug. Draco stepped back and cupped Harry's face in his hands. "Are you okay?"

Harry glanced over at Arabella and nodded. "For the most part yes," he replied quietly.

Draco looked at him in confusion and looked over at Arabella and back to Harry. "What do you mean?"

Harry sighed. "I am dying Draco. Goyle hit me with something that is killing me. I don't think I have much time, but I told Arabella that I had to see you one last time. It's probably selfish of me to put you through seeing me once more before I die, but there is a lot that needs to be said. I am so sorry for everything that you've been through these past few days. I'm sorry that it's my fault. What I'm not sorry for though is that I got to spend this time with you and that for a short time I was able to show you the love you deserve. I wish the best for you and beg you to stay strong and not follow me. I would never forgive myself if you did that," Harry told him as strongly as he could.

Tears were spilling from Draco's eyes. He was shaking his head, refusing to believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Harry, stop. You're talking crazy talk. You're going to be fine. You'll get through this like everything else and then we'll go back to your cabin and we'll relax and enjoy our life together. Don't give up," Draco cried. Harry's eyes were shining with his tears. He closed them and the tears escaped.

"Draco, he's telling you the truth. He is barely alive as it is. What is keeping him alive is that he needed to see you one last time. There is nothing more that can be done," Arabella told him sincerely.

Draco turned on her. "Don't say that! He can't die. We have to be together! I can't lose him now. We just found each other again. How can this be happening?" Draco questioned as he shook his head over and over again.

"Draco, love, please," Harry muttered as he tried to lift his arm to reach out to him. Draco turned back to him and gasped as he saw how pale Harry had become and the fact that he was unable to lift his arm very much. He knew that they weren't pretending. Harry was dying. Despite everything, he was dying. He knew that it was possible because of their bond, but he didn't know that it would be so soon.

"Harry," Draco said as his voice cracked and he wrapped his arms around him, sobs shaking his body. Harry rocked him and held him close. Draco leaned back and looked into his eyes. They were a dull green, not the green he wanted to remember. Harry's eyes changed to their normal green and Draco smiled a little. He leaned forward and kissed Harry soundly.

"I love you," Harry's voice whispered into his mind.

"I love you too," Draco responded back in his mind. He felt Harry's mouth stop moving and when he leaned back, Harry was looking up at him, with a smile and then his eyes closed and his head fell back against his pillow. Draco moved back from him. His tears were falling silently.

He turned around and quickly left the room, unable to look back. He didn't want to look upon the life that he could have had, if only things were different. Blaise and Goyle had completed their mission. They had ruined Draco's life in the most horrible way possible. They took away his love, his only true love. Draco wanted to follow Harry so badly, but he knew that even though he didn't say the words, he promised Harry that he wouldn't follow.

Draco felt a part of himself break away and disappear. He figured it must be the bond thus being Harry, but he knew in his mind that he would never stop loving him. He had to keep living. That's all he had left. Life must go on even if Draco wanted it to end.