Hey everyone, so I know it's been… years since I last updated but you have no idea how much my life has changed. However, I don't like leaving things unfinished, especially when they're so close so I thought I owed this poor story an ending. Apologies if my writing style has changed, hope you enjoy :)
Draco could feel it, little feelers of consciousness beginning to permeate his brain, nudging him back to reality. He groaned and tried to bat them away, everything was so quiet and calm here, so warm and sleepy that he wanted to stay forever. Nevertheless, a single thought persisted. Harry… Harry… "Harry!" Draco awoke with his lover's name on his lips.
Gasping he sat up, disorientated and confused. However, as the potion's effects began to wear off, everything came flooding back – the plan, the letter, Hermoine, Pansy, Snape and "Harry?". Draco looked around the dark crypt, his eyes taking a while to adjust to the darkness. Then he felt it, a weight beside on the alter. "Harry, my love?" Finding his wand beside him, Draco muttered "Lumos", lighting up the darkness of the Slytherin crypts. Beside him, Harry lay.
"Harry my love, you fell asleep!" Draco laughed as he reached for his lover's hand. However, instead of meeting warm flesh, he felt ice cold. Instead of his lover awaking and opening those laughing green eyes, they stayed closed and still. Draco leaned down to kiss his lips and felt no breath on them. "My love, my love!" he cried, "why did you not wait for me? I know it can't have been long, for the colour has not yet left your cheeks. Why, oh why, did you not wait for me?!" Weeping he fell upon his true love's chest, staining it with tears. Grasping his hands he kissed them over and over, willing them to show the smallest spark of life. But there was none left. The-Boy-Who-Lived had died.
"My love, my beautiful boy. I thought I had lost you once. I cannot lose you again when there is no hope that I may ever find you and hold you in my arms." Shakily Draco sat up and, raising his wand to his chest, he leant down and kissed Harry Potter one last time before uttering the unforgivable. "Avada Kedavra!"
And that was how the boys were found, limbs intertwined lying on the cold Slytherin alter. Draco's head rested on Harry's chest, a small smile playing upon his lips as if the two lovers were merely sleeping. All who saw them bowed their heads in sorrow, Slytherin and Gryffindor stood side-by-side united in grief. Albus Dumbledore, tears rolling down his face, looked around at the small gathering. "Look what has been done here. Look what your hate has done. It has killed your loves, your golden boys. They loved each other but because of you they were driven apart. Because of this, they felt this was the only way they could not be separated. You have done this. No curse, no potion. This is the doing of hatred. Be gone, and leave these lovers in peace.
For never was there a story of more woe, than this of Harry and his Draco."