Title: Warmth and Love
Author: Nyena
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry's side of the story.
Disclaimer: No matter how many wishbones I break, they will never be mine.
Author's Notes: A collaboration with Never in response to the All Inspiring emotion challenge.
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Everything is dark. Everything is pain, except for the arms wrapped around me. I'd know that touch anywhere, despite that those hands never touched me gently before. Draco. No doubt about it. But why is he helping me? He's with Voldemort. I'm almost afraid to hope that Draco might actually care for me. The gentle caresses he's bestowing on me certainly make me feel loved. Especially when you touch my lips.
"You can't die now, Potter."
Can't that blasted Slytherin call me Harry once? Even now, as I'm dying, he calls me Potter, like I mean nothing to him. The only difference is that now, he says my name sweetly, not with the usual disgust that I was accustomed to at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts. I should have told you I loved you that last day. You seemed to have a look in your eye like you wanted me to tell you, but I was a coward. Godric Gryffindor would be disappointed in me over that one.
Draco's opening my mouth and I suddenly feel burning down my throat. Potions. And by the taste, healing ones. Yes, I'd say that Draco is trying to save me. Pity that I can't be saved. I am slipping away; I can feel it.
"Why aren't those blasted potions working?"
Poor Draco, in order for them to work, something has to be left. All that's left in me is a small spark, and that's extinguishing now. I can feel myself being lifted out of my body. I'm losing that connection, that touch with him, and I don't want to. I'm trying to hold on to my body, but there's no use. I can't.
As if he knew, he tightened his grip on me. If only he could hold me in this world. All of a sudden, I can see him holding me. Sheltering me from the world that I have left behind. He still doesn't know. Or maybe he does and won't accept it. That has to mean he at least cares for me. I can enter the next world happy if I knew he cared.
"I love you, and I'm sorry."
He loves me! Oh, but don't be sorry, my lovely Slytherin. Don't be sorry for anything. I only wish I could have told you I loved you in return.
The picture in front of me fades, and all I can hear is Draco sobbing. But soon that fades out, and all I feel is warmth and love.
Author: Nyena
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry's side of the story.
Disclaimer: No matter how many wishbones I break, they will never be mine.
Author's Notes: A collaboration with Never in response to the All Inspiring emotion challenge.
***
Everything is dark. Everything is pain, except for the arms wrapped around me. I'd know that touch anywhere, despite that those hands never touched me gently before. Draco. No doubt about it. But why is he helping me? He's with Voldemort. I'm almost afraid to hope that Draco might actually care for me. The gentle caresses he's bestowing on me certainly make me feel loved. Especially when you touch my lips.
"You can't die now, Potter."
Can't that blasted Slytherin call me Harry once? Even now, as I'm dying, he calls me Potter, like I mean nothing to him. The only difference is that now, he says my name sweetly, not with the usual disgust that I was accustomed to at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts. I should have told you I loved you that last day. You seemed to have a look in your eye like you wanted me to tell you, but I was a coward. Godric Gryffindor would be disappointed in me over that one.
Draco's opening my mouth and I suddenly feel burning down my throat. Potions. And by the taste, healing ones. Yes, I'd say that Draco is trying to save me. Pity that I can't be saved. I am slipping away; I can feel it.
"Why aren't those blasted potions working?"
Poor Draco, in order for them to work, something has to be left. All that's left in me is a small spark, and that's extinguishing now. I can feel myself being lifted out of my body. I'm losing that connection, that touch with him, and I don't want to. I'm trying to hold on to my body, but there's no use. I can't.
As if he knew, he tightened his grip on me. If only he could hold me in this world. All of a sudden, I can see him holding me. Sheltering me from the world that I have left behind. He still doesn't know. Or maybe he does and won't accept it. That has to mean he at least cares for me. I can enter the next world happy if I knew he cared.
"I love you, and I'm sorry."
He loves me! Oh, but don't be sorry, my lovely Slytherin. Don't be sorry for anything. I only wish I could have told you I loved you in return.
The picture in front of me fades, and all I can hear is Draco sobbing. But soon that fades out, and all I feel is warmth and love.