Title: My Lover the Angel
Summary: One-shot - It's over. They had won. Then why does one feel like he has lost?
Warning: If you don't approve of Yaoi, then I suggest you don't read this.
Disclaimers: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. The plot belongs to me.
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My Lover the Angel
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It was over.
They had won.
The dreaded was has finally ended and they had won.
And people around him were celebrating.
They were celebrating so much that he thought Christmas has come early.
Sure, they had won. *He* had won.
Yet, he had lost at the same time.
He had lost his boyfriend to the war.
He was standing in front of a grave at the moment.
His boyfriend's grave to be precise.
He reached out his hand and wiped off any dirt that soiled his lover's tombstone.
A week. He couldn't believe that it had been a week since he had lost his love.
A week since he had last held him.
- Flashback -
"Love, if I don't survive the war, please promise me that you will move on," his boyfriend said to him softly.
He abruptly stopped whatever he was doing and held his boyfriend of a year tightly.
"Don't say things like that. Of course you will survive." He said with his face in his lover's hair.
"I know. I just said if - " Whatever his love had wanted to say was lost as he pressed his lips against his love's.
When they parted, his boyfriend said into his chest, "I love you, you know that?"
"I know that. Love, I, uh, never mind." He said when his lover looked at him questioningly.
His lover opened his mouth to say something but a loud 'BANG!' was heard.
The war had begun.
- End of Flashback -
He hugged the tombstone and buried his face on top of it, his body racking with sobs.
Why hadn't he told him that he loved him?
He knew the answer. His pride.
Him and his darned pride.
He was sinking so deep in self-pity that he didn't notice a glowing creature with wings appear behind him.
When he felt 2 arms wrap themselves around him, he looked at the arms, then the owner.
To say that he got the shock of his life would be an understatement.
In front of him, kneeling on the ground with both arms around him, was an angel.
It wasn't the fact that an angel was in front of him that shocked him so.
It was who the angel was.
In an unfamiliar, croaked whisper, he said softly in a voice that had a mixture of hope and disbelief.
"Harry?"
The angel, Harry, smiled.
"Draco."
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The End
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Author's Notes: I know that I had used 'boyfriend', 'love' and 'lover' a little too much, but I had to do it as I wanted to keep up with the suspense genre. I can't very well go saying 'Dragon' and 'Lion' now can I? It would have been too obvious. Anyway, if you haven't noticed, it is HarryDraco. If you want me to do a sequel, please tell me so when you review. I will make a sequel when I get enough reviews asking for it. In the meantime, please review!
Summary: One-shot - It's over. They had won. Then why does one feel like he has lost?
Warning: If you don't approve of Yaoi, then I suggest you don't read this.
Disclaimers: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. The plot belongs to me.
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My Lover the Angel
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It was over.
They had won.
The dreaded was has finally ended and they had won.
And people around him were celebrating.
They were celebrating so much that he thought Christmas has come early.
Sure, they had won. *He* had won.
Yet, he had lost at the same time.
He had lost his boyfriend to the war.
He was standing in front of a grave at the moment.
His boyfriend's grave to be precise.
He reached out his hand and wiped off any dirt that soiled his lover's tombstone.
A week. He couldn't believe that it had been a week since he had lost his love.
A week since he had last held him.
- Flashback -
"Love, if I don't survive the war, please promise me that you will move on," his boyfriend said to him softly.
He abruptly stopped whatever he was doing and held his boyfriend of a year tightly.
"Don't say things like that. Of course you will survive." He said with his face in his lover's hair.
"I know. I just said if - " Whatever his love had wanted to say was lost as he pressed his lips against his love's.
When they parted, his boyfriend said into his chest, "I love you, you know that?"
"I know that. Love, I, uh, never mind." He said when his lover looked at him questioningly.
His lover opened his mouth to say something but a loud 'BANG!' was heard.
The war had begun.
- End of Flashback -
He hugged the tombstone and buried his face on top of it, his body racking with sobs.
Why hadn't he told him that he loved him?
He knew the answer. His pride.
Him and his darned pride.
He was sinking so deep in self-pity that he didn't notice a glowing creature with wings appear behind him.
When he felt 2 arms wrap themselves around him, he looked at the arms, then the owner.
To say that he got the shock of his life would be an understatement.
In front of him, kneeling on the ground with both arms around him, was an angel.
It wasn't the fact that an angel was in front of him that shocked him so.
It was who the angel was.
In an unfamiliar, croaked whisper, he said softly in a voice that had a mixture of hope and disbelief.
"Harry?"
The angel, Harry, smiled.
"Draco."
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The End
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Author's Notes: I know that I had used 'boyfriend', 'love' and 'lover' a little too much, but I had to do it as I wanted to keep up with the suspense genre. I can't very well go saying 'Dragon' and 'Lion' now can I? It would have been too obvious. Anyway, if you haven't noticed, it is HarryDraco. If you want me to do a sequel, please tell me so when you review. I will make a sequel when I get enough reviews asking for it. In the meantime, please review!