Title: Last Kiss
Author: Gummy Flobberworm
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: This story contains mentions of homosexuality and death.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and events created and owned by J.K Rowling and various publishers. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Summary: 'But just for that one time, he wanted to be free. Wanted to do what he wanted to do. And he would not pull away.' H/D.
He still remembered their first kiss. It had been filled with a sense of urgency, a panic to do all they wanted to do before the inevitable battle came. He had totally lost track of time, feeling the immense passion that overwhelmed him.
But when they finally pulled apart, he realized that he had forgotten to breathe.
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Their second kiss was much softer and slower. They had the time in the world to spare. The weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, and what replaced it was a sense of relief and bliss as he held him in his arms.
The kiss was intoxicating. And he could think of nothing but the fact that he could not and would not pull away. He couldn't bear to. He wanted to stay like that, forever.
His lungs were burning now. He didn't care.
He could see their future together. It was bright. Unbelievably hopeful, filled with promises and opportunities he would never have dreamt of. Life was good. Life was very very good.
Everything was too good to be true. He couldn't pull away. What if it was but a delusion?
His body was screaming for oxygen. His vision was darkening. He closed his eyes.
He had never experienced anything quite like that. The war was over. Voldemort was dead. And he had him in his arms. He had always been 'the boy who lived', the boy who was destined to vanquish the dark lord. But just for that one time, he wanted to be free. Wanted to do what he wanted to do. And he would not pull away.
His knees were weakening. The world seemed to be spinning around him.
He opened his eyes lazily, and saw only piercing grey eyes with a mad glint staring back at him. It was only then that he realized something was very very wrong. But it was too late. He felt his lips move on his and the words were uttered, followed by a flash of green.
Then darkness settled.
Fin
This is how the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper—From 'The Hollow Man'
