Sorry this took so long…I would've had it out on Thursday but…Thanksgiving and then I had to work and a temperamental writers block. You know regular stuff. The contest thingymagig, I don't know anymore, I think you were probably right lupin but I was thinking a lot more simply. Like- day they went to school-1 the next day- 2 the day after-3...not counting flash backs because I'm a lazy dumbass, but your probably right lupin.

I hate myself for this but…I've been writing another story and I don't think anyone will review it but, I can ask right? It's called 'Poppy Blossoms and Black Pearls' My second favorite thing to write about beside slash…incest. So I gave Harry a sister and made Draco a complete asshole. I really like the story though. My sister/beta reader practically killed me when I hadn't finished it but then again she just want to see Harry sleeping with his sister. Don't hate me just read it, please!

The Darkness That Dreams Are Made Of

Ballad of the Fallen Angels

The snow made it seem as if the sky was falling but considering it was yet early September, you might believe anything. The ground seemed to absorb the snow, for it melted on contact, the ground still fresh and green. And yet, it still managed to hold on in places, to balance upon the very tips of the grass and cast and effect of surreal illusion, like that of the portrait. Like that of all of their life.

Harry smiled and twirled like a five year old, Draco laughed and stared at the sky in wonder, by looking at them you would think they had never seen snow before. They caught snow on the tips of their tongues and bumped into each other while trying to catch the mischievous snow dancers, sending them to the ground with a thump and an amused laugh.

It was as if nothing is the world was the matter. Like they had been best of friends their whole lives and had never hated nor prejudiced each other. As if they had never contemplated death, suicide and the need to elevate their suffering; if it was by self sacrifice of self mutilation, silence of mouth or silence of death. You would think that angels never fell from heaven and devils never rose from hell. That, perhaps, the world was perfect.

They finally collapsed upon the ground, panting and exhausted but utterly happy. They lay there, side by side, watching the snow drift down around them. They clasped hands in a way that seemed comfortably familiar now.

Harry sighed softly in that way that seems to convey nothing and everything. Draco rolled over onto his side and looked at Harry questioningly. Harry propped himself up upon his elbow and they were but an inch apart, they could practically taste each others breath.

"What?" Harry asked accusingly.

"What's wrong?"

"How could anything be wrong when I'm with you?"

Draco rolled his eyes in a moment's reflection of the old mask, "Bullshit," he replied quietly, "Tell me."

Harry smiled slightly, sadly, "This," He ran a finger up Draco's cheek.

Draco suddenly paled and looked worried.

"Not that!" Harry laughed, "I love you and will forever, such things don't change so quickly."

Draco colored and smiled shyly, it was the first time it had actually been said. Harry had truly said everything Draco had hoped to dream of, now if he could keep it.

Harry bit his lip for a moment, a habit, perchance, picked up from Draco, "It's just that when I touch you, you, well you don't really recoil but you shy away and always hold your breath when I touch you. It bothers you for some reason. I want to be able to touch you but I find it so difficult when, despite all your effort not to show it, you seem to hate it so. And yet, it's not because you don't want to touch me, you wouldn't go to such great lengths simply for me. You want to too but…"

Draco looked away, tears beginning to spill from his eyes and with those tears Draco began to talk. It was the first time they had ever talked like this. This was so much more than before, this was personal, soul defining, a true test of the fate they held for each other. Something neither of them had much experience with. And while Draco talked Harry assisted in the best way he could, he listened and in the end offered no advice in return, no examples or pointless condolences. Sometimes, just being there is the best you can do.

"Tell me what I can do to help." Harry said casting his eyes to the ground, "As long as I can be with you, Draco. I don't need anything else. If you don't want me to touch you…"

Draco shook his head fiercely, "No I want you to touch me if you want. I need to touch you, too. I just need…to disassociate your touch from that of my father's."

"How?" Harry asked softly, locking his eyes with Draco's.

"The greatest difference between you and him is the fact," Draco hesitated and swallowed nervously, "that you love me."

Harry thought for a moment and looked at Draco, "Are you sure?"

Draco nodded. Harry sat up and Draco followed suit more slowly. Harry reached out and gently caressed Draco's cheek with one hand, ignoring the tremors coursing through Draco's body, then he brought Draco closer to him he pulled a hand through Draco's hair. Harry's breath was swallowed with Draco's own, they were so close together and too far apart. They watched each other, neither closing their eyes.

Then Draco moved forward and closed the gap between them. Their lips touched lightly like the fleeting contact from a snow flake and then Harry pulled Draco in and they met up together as one. There was a moment's hesitation and then they seemed to be drowning in each other. A flicker of tongue, a touch from hands, a blur of conflicting and utterly wonderful emotions. For that moment there was only the two of them and everything they felt mixing together. All doubts left behind, all denials crushed to dust. They tasted and breathed each other. They thought of nothing but each other.

Then a harsh wind blew through them and left images of premonitions and dark shadows. They stood up, brushing the snow off themselves, the hair on the back of their neck standing on end. Someone appeared from across the way, a look of fear and horror making their mark upon her face. Hermione…she was crying and babbling and was completely out of breath. Harry grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her roughly. She stopped babbling but then only began to shake uncontrollably. Draco bit his lip indecisively then slapped Hermione abruptly on both cheeks. He gripped her by both shoulders and looked her straight in the eye.

"Talk."

"Oh god…It's it's Ron. Oh god! He's in the astronomy tower! Up there…" She pointed a shaking finger to where a faint silhouette could be seen standing at the edge of the tower, "I tried to talk to him, to stop him! …but it only made it worse… some of the professors are going up there and Dumbledore and some others are coming down here…but I thought…you know Ron the best of anyone Harry! You've got to talk to him!…please…"

And Harry stood there no emotion, no reaction written on his face. Then the figure seemed to dip and it fell from the height as if a puppet cut from its strings. I seemed to fall for an infinite amount of time and then, it hit. There was an eerie echoing silence that allowed every sound to echo and the day seemed so clear even through the snow. The ground seemed to groan under the weight as the body compacted into the hard ground. Bones breaking like porcelain and falling across the ground like lost puzzle pieces. The air filled with a crimson mist that was a coating to the snow, a paint in the shade of death. A wind brushed through and brought with it the smell of death, hate, pain and, triumph.

Hermione couldn't move or speak, her face the color of the snow collecting her hair, tears rolling silently down her face, "It's all my fault…" She whispered

Harry had closed his eyes, his hands were clenched at his side and he was shaking like a loose leaf on a winters day. Draco reached forward to touch him but stopped, he paled and backed away. He grabbed Hermione's arm and yanked her backwards with a brutal force. She fell backwards upon the snow with bruising force and Draco stood there. His feet trembling in the silent battle he held within him to flee or remain. Then…

Harry opened his eyes, and a wave of pure magical energy burst from within him rolling out and over anyone that stood in it's way. It left the sensation of death lingering in the soul, the spine tingled as if on fire and a feeling of being completely drained, bereft of magic. Then the wave snapped back and the sensations disappeared except for the feeling that you had got after you just finished puking and you can still taste the acid churning in your throat that makes you want to just continue puking until there is nothing left. Except it was not acid but the rancid taste of fresh blood that is not your own and that unexplainable need to kill your self to purge yourself from life.

Everything was incredibly still.

Tbc

Thankies-

lupin in the sky with diamonds- it's possible, it's completely possible. I wouldn't put it past whatever celestial being that is currently ruling the heavens. They all hate me. Don't expect it to stay innocent for very long, it seriously cramps my writing style. I like angst so much, it's my friend. I honestly don't know where the snow globe idea came from it just popped into my head…damn, I need to stopp drinking so much pop…Will you do me a favor? Will you read and review my other story? I would like to know what you think…

Vampyre- lol! You're funny! I like your mind voice, can I have it? Sick people are funny…I simply reek of sympathy can't you tell?

BabyPufoo-I actually have someone drawing some scenes from my story, they're quite good but I don't have a scanner.

Opal Lynn- Thank you! I…can't think of anything to say…well I could but it would but sound stupid. I am sorry about the grammer and other such, I sorry to say that English is my favorite but worst subject. I try my hardest and write from my soul. Thank you.

Jalee- Thankies! I like sweet little Harry and your right he does whatever he wants. Sort of a rebellion towards how he was previously influenced by peoples opinions and expectations of him. Ah crap, I'm rambling again…Thanks for the review.

Myself- Thank you I never liked the book Harry much myself and I hated the movie Harry. Review again pwease!

Crydwyn- Thanks, snow globe so cute!

Ladyblondhair-angst is my favoritestness subject. Harry should be taller, and my aren't you an eager little bugger? It'll happen just give me time.