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Farewell Harry, and may God bless you forever and keep you safe from harm.
Ironic, isn't it? Ironic that I'm religious. Me, so bad, and yet believing in something so pure and so good that I feel unworthy.
Lord, watch over my Harry, and don't ever let him give up - ever. Give him the strength to continue winning every battle he faces in life, no matter how big or small. Help him understand why I'm doing what I am, and why I'm leaving him.
I wish I could stay, but I'd forever a weakness in his shield. I'm a fugitive from everyone and everything, and staying means I put Harry in danger as well.
If I have to sacrifice our love for his safety then I'm willing to do that. I'll hurt him to save him. I'd rather give up every mortal fibre of me than put him at risk.
And I'd rather die tomorrow than have lived forever without loving him.
***
Draco looked at the sleeping Harry but no tears fell. Maybe it was those years of practice at never showing the world how he really felt, how he was really dying inside. Maybe it was the fact that he felt he had to be strong for Harry.
It didn't really matter, Draco thought, as he slowly pulled on his black dragonhide boots and laced them up. Nothing matters now but Harry. Draco stood for a period of time at the foot of the bed, just watching Harry. As Harry smiled in his sleep, Draco hoped that it was him that Harry was dreaming about. Because for the rest of their lives, that would be the only place where they could be together.
Making his mind up, Draco went over and sat down next to Harry on the bed. His hand hesitantly reached over and he closed his eyes, swallowing hard. And as Harry slept on, Draco ran his fingers gently over him, memorising the feel of his skin, every curve and gentle dip of flesh over bone. Harry stirred, and Draco felt his heart flutter. If Harry awoke he'd tell Draco not to go. If he remained asleep...then Draco would leave without Harry knowing - until morning at least. Harry didn't wake up, but turned slightly on to his side, so he was facing Draco. Draco took in a deep breath, his finger tips tracing the curves of Harry's lips. And taking the risk of waking Harry, Draco leaned in and captured those lips, engulfing Harry unknowingly in one last kiss. Shaking gently with held-in emotion, Draco pulled away, memorising the taste of Harry's lips on his own.
"Goodbye, Harry Potter."
***
It was the cold that woke Harry up. Slowly half-opening his eyes he found a cloak covering his bare skin. Harry shivered in the frosty morning, and then remembered the night he'd shared with Draco. Grinning sleepily, Harry reached out an arm for Draco. Nothing there. Harry opened his eyes fully, the grin frozen and fading from his face. No Draco next to him.
"Draco?" Harry called out, instinctively fumbling for his glasses, which were beside him.
"Draco?" Wrapping himself in the cloak -Draco's cloak-. It was then that he realised he was outside. On the gazebo floor, lying on a thick blanket of velvet. Early morning snow fell outside the canopy provided by the gazebo roof. He sat up, a thousand different theories running through his head. Lucius had somehow come back and killed Draco? No, he would've killed HIM if he'd had the chance. The Ministry had found him? No, they would've woken him up, not left him lying bare in the cold.
The cold. Didn't he fall asleep in a room with a blazing fireplace and a bed that fairytales are made of...? It must have been an enchanted room. How fitting for such a beautiful, heartless person. Harry's eyes filled with tears.
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afterdinnermints:
thankyou so much for your support with this story. it's turning out to be one of mah personal faves. tehehehe. keep reviewing n' stuff, i lurve ur feedback :D
sorry i haven't emailed any1 with updates. it's just hotmail hasn't been working for me, so i'll try and send update notices when i can. thanx for putting up wit this.
much love,
diamonds.
ps: there's a lot more to come ;)
Farewell Harry, and may God bless you forever and keep you safe from harm.
Ironic, isn't it? Ironic that I'm religious. Me, so bad, and yet believing in something so pure and so good that I feel unworthy.
Lord, watch over my Harry, and don't ever let him give up - ever. Give him the strength to continue winning every battle he faces in life, no matter how big or small. Help him understand why I'm doing what I am, and why I'm leaving him.
I wish I could stay, but I'd forever a weakness in his shield. I'm a fugitive from everyone and everything, and staying means I put Harry in danger as well.
If I have to sacrifice our love for his safety then I'm willing to do that. I'll hurt him to save him. I'd rather give up every mortal fibre of me than put him at risk.
And I'd rather die tomorrow than have lived forever without loving him.
***
Draco looked at the sleeping Harry but no tears fell. Maybe it was those years of practice at never showing the world how he really felt, how he was really dying inside. Maybe it was the fact that he felt he had to be strong for Harry.
It didn't really matter, Draco thought, as he slowly pulled on his black dragonhide boots and laced them up. Nothing matters now but Harry. Draco stood for a period of time at the foot of the bed, just watching Harry. As Harry smiled in his sleep, Draco hoped that it was him that Harry was dreaming about. Because for the rest of their lives, that would be the only place where they could be together.
Making his mind up, Draco went over and sat down next to Harry on the bed. His hand hesitantly reached over and he closed his eyes, swallowing hard. And as Harry slept on, Draco ran his fingers gently over him, memorising the feel of his skin, every curve and gentle dip of flesh over bone. Harry stirred, and Draco felt his heart flutter. If Harry awoke he'd tell Draco not to go. If he remained asleep...then Draco would leave without Harry knowing - until morning at least. Harry didn't wake up, but turned slightly on to his side, so he was facing Draco. Draco took in a deep breath, his finger tips tracing the curves of Harry's lips. And taking the risk of waking Harry, Draco leaned in and captured those lips, engulfing Harry unknowingly in one last kiss. Shaking gently with held-in emotion, Draco pulled away, memorising the taste of Harry's lips on his own.
"Goodbye, Harry Potter."
***
It was the cold that woke Harry up. Slowly half-opening his eyes he found a cloak covering his bare skin. Harry shivered in the frosty morning, and then remembered the night he'd shared with Draco. Grinning sleepily, Harry reached out an arm for Draco. Nothing there. Harry opened his eyes fully, the grin frozen and fading from his face. No Draco next to him.
"Draco?" Harry called out, instinctively fumbling for his glasses, which were beside him.
"Draco?" Wrapping himself in the cloak -Draco's cloak-. It was then that he realised he was outside. On the gazebo floor, lying on a thick blanket of velvet. Early morning snow fell outside the canopy provided by the gazebo roof. He sat up, a thousand different theories running through his head. Lucius had somehow come back and killed Draco? No, he would've killed HIM if he'd had the chance. The Ministry had found him? No, they would've woken him up, not left him lying bare in the cold.
The cold. Didn't he fall asleep in a room with a blazing fireplace and a bed that fairytales are made of...? It must have been an enchanted room. How fitting for such a beautiful, heartless person. Harry's eyes filled with tears.
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afterdinnermints:
thankyou so much for your support with this story. it's turning out to be one of mah personal faves. tehehehe. keep reviewing n' stuff, i lurve ur feedback :D
sorry i haven't emailed any1 with updates. it's just hotmail hasn't been working for me, so i'll try and send update notices when i can. thanx for putting up wit this.
much love,
diamonds.
ps: there's a lot more to come ;)