"Draco," Harry whispered as he held the blonde in his arms, horrified at what he was seeing. "Draco, speak to me."
"Harry." The whisper was so quiet that it was difficult to hear. Harry's heart sunk; Draco was weak, and that wasn't a good sign.
"Hold tight," Harry said. "I'll get you to a healer." Why had he never bothered to learn healing charms?
"Too late," Draco whispered. "Love you."
And then, as Harry's tear fell onto the other's pale cheek, he was gone.
"Love you too, Draco."