Fields of Gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
No one knew about the field behind Hogwarts, except for them. They often walked among the knee-high grass at sunset, casting it in a look of gold. Both knew that no matter what the future held, they would never look at a sunset and not think of the other. The wind would come in from the west, moving the grass softly, warming them. The sun would gaze upon them softly as if jealous of their love, as they walked through the golden fields.
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
He ran to catch up with his love. "Harry," Draco called. Harry turned and smiled at the other boy, the love in his eyes unmistakable. Catching up to him, Draco pulled Harry to the ground with him, running his hands through his hair. Their mouths danced a tango, no words were necessary. They made love to the setting of the sun, surrounded by the golden grass.
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
"Harry?"
"Yes Love?"
"Do you think we can make this last? What
I mean to say is, will you stay with me, be my love? Here, in these
golden fields. We'll forget about about everyone else and we'll be
so happy. Please."
"Yes, Draco. I'll be yours forever. No matter
what happens, I'll never look at another sunset without thinking of you.
I'll love you my whole life.
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
The wind blew then, brushing over them, the grass swaying around them. Draco leaned down, kissing Harry passionately on the mouth. Harry's body rose to meet his, a moan emitting from deep within his throat, as they once again made love in the golden field.
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold
Draco thought back on those days with a small smile
of remembrance. It had been twenty years since Harry had made that
promise. Watching the sunset, Draco smiled sadly at the thought of
his once lover. After their break up, Harry had moved on with his
life, while Draco had been unable to. Like Harry had said, he never
looked at a sunset without thinking of their carefree days. He still
loved Harry. He would until the day he died. Looking down to
the note in his hand, he remembered the reason he had been contemplating
the past so much lately. It was a short note that had arrived a few
days earlier, but he had recognized the scrawl immediately.
Dear Draco,
I never made you any
promises I didn't intend to keep. But some were broken. I'm
sorry for that. I'm sorry I've lost you over the years. Come
visit. Time is growing short for me. In the days still left, I want
to walk the fields once more with you by my side. I've loved you
my whole life.
Love,
Harry
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
Harry sat in the rocker, thinking back on those days. Spending the summer days with Draco. He was dying now, and he hoped Draco would come see him one last time before he died. There was still one thing he needed to do before he died. Cancer. After fighting and finally defeating Voldermort, Harry was dying of a cancer that not even wizards could cure. The irony was almost funny. He sat, rocking in his chair, watching his children play. Looking down the road, he could see a lone figure coming towards the house. He recognized it instantly. He struggled to get up from his chair and meet the man. Behind him he could feel his wife's gaze, watching him go. She had given her full blessing on this, and for that he was thankful.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
Once again, Harry and Draco walked hand in hand through
the golden field, watching the sunset around them. Pulling Harry down gently,
Draco kissed him, knowing he never would again. His love was dying.
This was good-bye. They made love slowly, both knowing they would
never do it again. When it was over, Draco rested his head on Harry's
chest. "Good-bye, Harry," Draco whispered.
"Not good-bye, love. Never good-bye.
Good-bye is an ending. This is the beginning. I'll wait
for you. See you later. That's not a good-bye, it's a promise.
I never regretted our time together. My only regret is that I let
it end. With us, there is no good-bye. Only love."
Draco was silent after that, just holding the man
he loved with his whole heart, as his breaths became fewer and farther
between, until, at long last, he drew in one last, deep breath. Draco
looked up at the peaceful green eyes. They were filled with a love
for Draco, along with a sense of peace. Harry was not afraid to die,
and for that Draco was thankful. He would remember and love Harry his whole
life, until they could be together again. A moment later, Harry's
eyes slid shut and he exhaled for the last time. Draco just lay there
with his love for awhile, remembering the past. When, together, they
had walked in fields of gold.
Author's Note: Okay, that has nothing to do with my other stories,
it just struck me when I was listening to Sting's "Fields of
Gold" which is, obviously, the song used. I hope to have both
Ch's 13 out soon. Please review.