Gone

Author: Silvestra

Rating: R

Genre: Angst/Drama

Summary: Draco is regretful. And self-destructive.

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Draco knew he shouldn't have done it.

He should have stayed home that night.

He shouldn't have drunk.

And above all, he shouldn't have left with Potter.

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But it's too late to regret. After all, Potter was great. With that mouth, that is.

He had made Draco come.

Other people had made him come, yes. Or at least they thought so. To be honest, he had often faked it. Just to make his partners pleased with their selves.

But this time he really came. Screaming, moaning, screaming Potter's name and digging his nails into Potter's shoulders.

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Next Monday at school Potter smiled shyly at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Draco didn't care if others stared. He was in love.

The same evening.

Gasping, pulling Potter's raven hair. Screaming, moaning and gasping. Wet kisses, sweaty bodies against each other. Two tongues exploring each other. Blonde hair dripping sweat, sticking to Draco's face. Potter licking, biting and kissing him all over his body.

Both coming. Then a tense silence. A questioning kiss. "Do you love me?"

An answering kiss. "I love you." Silence. Two satisfied boys wrapping around each other in black satin sheets.

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Weekend came soon. Draco wanted to bring Harry home, to Draco's new apartment.

If only that Friday hadn't come. If only Draco could have seen into the future. He would have stayed at school with his lover.

But he was selfish. Wanting to keep Harry for himself, he wanted to go home. With Harry. They could have been at peace there.

No-one else but them.

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Blood.

Blood on the ground.

Bloody Harry.

Bloody Draco.

Wrapped around each other, crying. Draco holding Harry in his lap.

If only Draco had looked before they crossed the street.

If only that car had come three seconds later.

If only Harry hadn't pushed Draco out of it's way.

A questioning kiss. "Do you still love me?"

An answering kiss. "I still love you."

"Harry... I'll never let you go."

A silence.

Empty sobbing, shaking hands, bloody hair on his face. Eyes on Harry. People passing by but stopping next to Draco.

A policeman.

"There is nothing you can do."

Blood. Too much blood...

Empty sentence. A lie. "He is not dead. He can't be." Draco knows it's not true.

"Come, Draco. There is nothing you can do."

A tight grasp on Draco's shoulder. Draco gets up and sees his father. For the first time in his life, Draco cries in front of his father.

Harry is gone.

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Draco sits on his bed. His fellow Slytherins are off at Hogsmeade, partying.

It's the party where Draco was meant to go with Harry.

With Harry...

Harry is gone.

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Shaking hands, sweat on his forehead.

A knife in the dark.

Pale skin.

A cry. Blood. Blood on his milk-white skin.

"Harry, I am coming. I'll never let you go. I told you I won't."

Everything goes black.

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Death.

Draco is gone.

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