Disclaimer - I own nothing you recognise.

Written because Elizabeth wanted it… I'm so sorry. I love you XD

Word Count - 2075

Beta'd By Gunner.

Warning for Character Death and grief and people being assholes.

- Also written for the Fanfiction Tournament, round 2.

Incomplete (Without You)

The day dawned with sunshine. It angered Percy. He didn't want the day to be bright and cheerful, didn't want to listen to the birds dawn chorus. He knew he was being irrational, but as he sipped his coffee and avoided looking at his funeral robes hung on the door, he just wanted the world to be as miserable as he was.

Even if it was only for a moment.

A shuffling step behind him was his first warning that he was no longer alone in the kitchen and he turned to see Draco perching himself on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

He looked awful. His eyes were puffy and red, evidence that he'd been crying. It wasn't a new sight, though before a week ago, Percy had never once seen his boyfriend shed a tear.

He knew Draco had been suffering with insomnia—hell, they both had—but seeing his boyfriend slumped at the bar, his clothes ragged and his hair unwashed, it was painful to see.

Percy poured a second cup of coffee and slid it across the breakfast bar. "Do you want anything to eat?"

Draco shook his head mutely. Percy wanted to convince him to just have a piece of toast, but he didn't have the energy. Who was he to force Draco to eat when he hadn't eaten anything that morning himself?

Instead, he returned to staring out of the window at the rising sun.

Mornings weren't always this quiet. Once upon a time, there was laughter and teasing and groaning in the kitchen in the morning. There was a cheerful, familiar whistling. There was love, so abundant and clear that it never failed to make Percy glad that he'd woken up.

Until the accident.

It was hard to believe that it was only eight days ago that Percy had enjoyed the morning. It felt like a lifetime of misery had encompassed him since then.

"I miss his smile."

The words were softly spoken, but Percy heard them easily in the silent kitchen. The lump in his throat prevented him from answering.

…

Harry spun around the kitchen, a wide smile on his face as he waited for his bagel to toast and fried off some bacon for a still sleepy Draco. He wore his red Auror robes and pressed a kiss to Percy's cheek as he handed over a cup of coffee.

Harry was always such a whirlwind in the mornings; the true essence of a morning person.

Percy and Draco both struggled before they'd inhaled their first coffee, but Harry seemed to always wake up cheerful.

"Don't forget, we have a date tonight," he reminded Percy as he buttered his bagel. "We're going to the cinema to further Draco's education on fun."

Draco scoffed as he always did. "I know how to have fun!"

Harry rolled his eyes, handing over bacon. "Watching peacocks strut around the garden doesn't constitute fun, you weirdo."

Percy chuckled at the affronted look on Draco's face. It was the same every morning; Harry would tease Draco until he was awake and then kiss it better before he left for work.

Never before had Percy enjoyed mornings until the three of them had finally gotten their own place. These days, he always woke up with a smile on his face.

Harry practically danced over to him, bouncy as he was, and tilted his head for a kiss that Percy happily bestowed upon him.

"I'll see you both later. I love you."

"Love you too," Percy replied, stealing another kiss before he let Harry go.

Harry paused at the door and waited, expectantly for Draco to reply. Draco smirked over at him and then chuckled and blew Harry a kiss. "I love you too."

…

Draco reached out a hesitant hand to straighten Percy's robes. Percy caught his wrist and pulled him close, rumpling his robes further and caring nothing for it.

"Are you ready for this?" Percy asked quietly, as Draco tucked his head under Percy's chin.

"No. But I don't suppose I have much of a choice."

Percy's heart clenched in his chest and he nodded against Draco's hair. "I know."

"We're going to be late," Draco said eventually, pulling back from Percy's embrace. "He deserves better than that from us."

Percy straightened his own robes and ran a cursory hand through his hair. "I know, you're right, he does. Come on. Stay… just, stay close okay. I can't—"

He choked up, but Draco nodded like he understood.

Percy just couldn't imagine losing Draco. Not now.

…

Percy was sitting in the office when Ron's Patronus appeared in front of him, the Jack Russell unusually sombre. Ron's voice filtered through the office, freezing Percy in his seat.

"Harry's been injured, it's not good, Perce. You need to come to Saint Mungo's."

Percy felt like he'd been hit in the chest with Bombarda, he couldn't breathe. He stayed there for a full minute, trying to convince his lungs to work, before he rushed out of his seat and out of his office.

When he arrived at the hospital, he found Ron waiting for him, his face covered in grime. The only clear spots on his face were where the tears had streaked down his cheeks.

"Ron?"

"He's… I'll take you to him."

"Is Draco here already?" Percy asked, following his little brother down the corridor. Ron shook his head mutely.

"You… you did let him know?"

"Of course I did," Ron snapped, and Percy instantly felt bad, because Ron was one of the few people who'd accepted Draco as part of their relationship.

"Maybe I should wait for—"

"There might not be time," Ron whispered, and that, more than anything, floored Percy. Surely there was hope? Harry wasn't going to die.

"Percy!"

A voice behind him and Percy was turning as Draco raced up the corridor after them, reaching them in seconds. "What happened?"

Percy shook his head. "I don't know. I… Draco—"

Draco looked away from Percy to Ron. "Where is he?"

Ron led them the rest of the way to the private hospital room, gesturing for them to go in first. Hermione sat by Harry's bed, tears falling silently as she spoke to his unconscious form lying prone on the bed.

Before Percy or Draco could finally get details on what had happened, a healer stepped into the room, looking horribly solemn.

"Mr Weasley," she greeted, nodding to Percy. When her eyes rested on Draco, Percy saw the curl of distaste. "Mr Malfoy."

"How is he?" Percy asked, nodding to the bed. While usually he'd be full of righteous anger, there were more important things right now.

"I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you this, Mr Weasley, but Mr Potter isn't expected to live past the next hour."

…

Hugs and handshakes and murmured condolences passed over Percy's head. He accepted all of them, of course, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the casket placed a little ways away.

Draco stood at his side, faced slightly away from the casket, as though he couldn't bear to look at it.

They stood together, with Percy's family gathered around them, through the service. Percy gripped Draco's hand tightly in his own, but it didn't stop the silent tears from falling down both of their faces.

When the casket was lowered into the ground, Draco's legs finally gave out from under him, and Percy barely managed to catch him. With Ron's help, they lowered the sobbing man gently to his knees.

Around them, other's cried and mourned for the Boy Who Lived, but for Percy and Draco, and Ron, Hermione and a handful of others, the loss of Harry Potter was almost unbearable.

Percy sat beside Draco and wrapped him up in a tight hug. One of them had to be strong, he knew. Until they were back home, just the two of them, he could hold himself together.

As best he could, he shielded Draco from the eyes of the others and let him sob into Percy's robes until his tears dried up.

It was only when Draco finally gathered himself enough to pull back that he realised everyone else had already left for the wake. It was just the two of them, with Harry.

The way it had always been.

…

Percy took a moment to speak to the Healer while Draco moved closer to the bed. Harry had been cursed on a routine mission. Ron had managed to get him to the hospital but by then, it was already too late.

The curse had taken effect.

When he turned his attention back to Harry, he found Draco had climbed up onto the bed with him, sobbing into his chest. The picture was heartbreaking, and Percy approached the bed, resting one hand on Draco's shoulder even as he reached out to pick up Harry's hand in his own.

He wasn't cold yet.

He wasn't dead yet.

Even so, the room already felt emptier. The whole world would, Percy knew.

…

The people who didn't have a chance to speak with Percy that morning—or maybe they did and Percy just didn't notice them—took the opportunity at the wake. Being away from the casket, away from the distraction that Harry had always posed, it didn't take long for Percy to realise that almost everyone was giving Draco a wide berth.

Even though he stood close to Percy, many didn't even acknowledge his presence.

The anger was familiar, and it felt good. Percy thought that any emotion other than the crushing grief would have felt good, but he embraced it anyway.

A hand on his arm when he opened his mouth made him pause.

"It's fine, Perce. Don't… don't, okay. It's fine." Draco shrugged, looking away as he dropped his hand from Percy's arm and shrunk in on himself. "Nobody is going to be sorry for my loss, Percy. I'm the fuck up; the one with the Dark Mark stained on my skin."

Percy's hands trembled violently with the need to reach out and touch Draco, to comfort him, even though he knew it wouldn't be accepted. Sometimes Draco felt the need to punish himself; wrongfully, in Percy's opinion, but that didn't make the need any less valid.

"It's fine," Draco continued quietly, voice little more than a whisper. "I know he loved me. He loved me, Perce. He did, right? He loved me?"

Unable to help himself, Percy did reach out to tug Draco closer. Losing Harry was more punishment than either of them—tainted though they were with past mistakes—deserved, and he needed to share the comfort.

He needed to accept the comfort that just having Draco in his arms afforded him.

"Of course he loved you," Percy replied fiercely. "Harry adored you, he adored both of us. The same way I'll always love you and I'll always love him, even if he's not here with us. The same way you love me, and you'll always love him. Okay?"

Draco nodded, swallowing against the lump in his throat.

"He's waiting for us, Draco. He is, and when we're old and grey, we'll join him and he'll pick up where he left off, teasing us and making us smile even when we're trying to be grumpy."

"I don't… I don't want to be here," Draco whispered. "Can we go home? Can we go home where he was happy, Perce? Most of the people here, they didn't know him. They believed in the legend, and Harry," Draco's lips tilted up. "Just Harry, he would have hated this."

Percy glanced around at the mass of 'mourners' and he nodded. Draco was right, Harry would have hated this. His eyes met Ron's and Ron knew that they were leaving and he nodded, because he was Harry's best friend and he knew Harry would hate this too.

"Come on, Sweetheart. Let's go home."

…

When Draco closed his eyes, he opened them to see Harry standing before him, holding his hand out in welcome.

"I've missed your smile," Draco said, accepting the hand. Harry pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"I missed you too. I missed you both."

"Is it bad, that I'm glad I wasn't the last one left?" Draco asked, the words mumbled into Harry's shoulder.

Harry stroked a hand down his back. "No, but don't worry. Perce won't be long now. And then we'll finally be together again."

Draco nodded. "We were incomplete for so long, Harry."

"Not anymore."