Rated: PG-13 for mild slash

Pairings: Harry/Draco

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling... I wish I was sometimes, just so I could pulls some strings to meet Tom Felton, but alas, it is just not to be. But a girl can still dream. Don't sue me please, for all I have is a couple of Legos and the Matrix Reloaded Soundtrack.

Author's Note: This fic really sucks. ::grins:: I was totally bored, and decided to write it on a whim. It's unbeta-ed, which accounts for it's total senselessness. It's only about 300 words or so... so sorry if it's just... blergh. But at any rate, I hope you at least get a kick out of my attempt at writing! I know I do! ::grins again:: Enjoy.

I'm Going To Hold You To That

Drac?

Hmm?

You'll never leave me, right?

Of course not, you git.

Promise?

Promise.

Good... I'm going to hold you to that, you know.

Counting on it, Potter.

~~~

Tears washed down the boy's face, blending with the unforgiving, icy rain. He looked searchingly up to the sky, squinting through the storm.

"Why?" One question escaped from chapped lips. The smooth, strong voice was no longer recognizable as it scratched its way out of the broken form. His hair was strewn about his face, not bothering to cover up his anguished features any longer.

"Why did you leave me?" This time, a yell, sent up to the darkened clouds. Lightening streaked across the sky in defiance.

"YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED YOU'D BE THERE FOR ME!" His voice broke and he collapsed to the ground, shivering. Salty water spilled from his striking eyes again, an old habit by now. He sobbed freely, gasping for breath, not noticing the glare of light to his left.

"Draco..." he whispered.

"Harry." Someone answered back.

~~~

Harry's head snapped up. "Wha-?" he stared at the intruder in awe, or maybe horror.

Draco crouched down and looked the other boy in the eyes. "Harry," he repeated softly, "you have to stop this. It's over anyway." He said it as if had been the simplest thing in the world.

The raven-haired boy cleared his throat, and spoke with alarming clarity in his voice, "It's over." Such a simple statement. He shook his head, though. "No. Draco..." pain flitted across his face, "You left. And now.. and now, I have nobody."

Draco shook his head, a sad smile on his face, "No, luv. You still have me, if you choose to. But it won't be easy."

"But it's the only way..."

"Yes."

"I love you, you know. I never got a chance to tell you that."

"I know."

"And Drac?"

"Yes?"

"We'll be together again?"


"Yes, Harry. Forever."

"Promise?"


"Promise."

"Good... I'm going to hold you to that, you know."

"Counting on it, Potter."

Hand-in-hand, the two left, and in their wake, a lone, shell of a man sprawled out on a polished stone. Forever at peace.