Title: Unrequited Vows?
Author: Tabitha Mac Connell [Tabs]
Pairing: Draco/Harry (Implied)
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I tried to make this story depressing, but I'm not sure I've made it that way. I made it move VERY fast, with little description, so you could try and feel the urgency of the narrator, if it's really bad, or bothersome, please tell me. Another thing, I'm not sure if this will be the only chapter, so I need plenty of good reviews to see if I'm going to continue with this story, or leave it like this. Leaving the story the way it ended now, was my original intention, but I've already had a few death threats from close friends who want to see more of this, tell me if you want more!!! This is a rough draft of this story, but it's probably how I'm going to leave it, unless you want more of the story written, then I'll edit it so it reads better (if the spelling really bother's you, please let me know! I didn't bother using spell check on this because it IS just a rough draft)
WARNINGS: Umm, not much, except there is a male in love with another male, so if you don't like that, then STOP reading now.
Disclaimer: The characters, I don't own them, bla bla bla, you've hear this all before. This is fan fiction, so, of course, they couldn't be my characters!

Unrequited Vows?

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A loud buzzing could be heard in his ear, but he couldn't seem to figure out what it was…

Suddenly, it all came back it him. If he didn't roll over and wake up now, he would fail what he'd been planning all the night before. The alarm clock made one more buzz and the young man in bed, fell out in fright.

"Fuck!" he shouted, "I'm going to be late!"

Getting up he ran to his closet and threw the doors open. Scanning the contents he found what he was looking for. It was his best dress robe; black silk, with Celtic designs on the silver trim. Grabbing it, he ran to the bathroom to get changed and clean up.

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Standing in front of the mirror he viewed his appearance; the robe fit him nicely, and made his white-blond hair almost seem to glow. His light blue eyes seemed silver because of the tears beginning to form in them.

Suddenly looking at the clock again he swore. He was really going to be late now. Grabbing his want, he muttered the spell to apperate, and was whisked away. When he reached his destination he broke into a run.

"Damn people! Can't even apparate close! Fuck!" he muttered under his breath as he ran on.

His heart was pounding and his throat was burning, tears had started to blur his vision again when he saw it, looming in the distance. The castle was his final destination, where his heart, and life, would be decided. It had been three years since he had been there. Three years of war, love, and confusion.

'That confusion split us apart, I understand that now, but three weeks later you have to do this? You gave me no time to think, to figure things out.' His internal monologue continued as he entered the castle and ran down the halls.

Finally the doors of the Great Hall loomed before him. He stood - frozen to the spot - tears welled in his eyes. His breath was coming in bursts, and he was shaking with fear.

'I can do this. I love him, I can spend forever with him, this is just a test. He's just testing me, that's it,' he thought to himself, although his heart was crying out in anguish at the thought of the actual truth, he doesn't really love me… Shaking himself free of the thoughts he straightened, threw his shoulders back, and threw the giant doors open, not even bothering to wipe his eyes.

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All one hundred and fifty people that were sitting (many with red hair) turned to look at him, for he had just made a large racket when the doors were slammed open. He didn't notice them, he didn't notice any of them, except for the two people in the front of the room. One of them had long red hair and was wearing white lacy dress robes, the other had black hair, black dress robes, and the most beautiful emerald eyes.

'Please…' he thought.  The tears that had been threatening him all day had involuntarily begun to spill from his eyes as he looked into the green eyes of his former lover. He became aware of the dead silence, and Ginny Weasley staring at him like he was a freak from a circus, but he didn't care, he ignored all else but the confused young man at the alter.

"Harry…" he whispered, just loud enough so that everyone in the hall, including Harry Potter, could hear the anguish in Draco Malfoy's voice as it echoed against the walls in the chamber…

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So, should that be the end??? I need you guys to tell me what you thought, and if you really think I should continue, because like I said (See NOTES at top), I was originally going to end it just like this.