If You're Not The One
A/N – The song belongs to Daniel Beddingfeild, the characters to JK Rowling. Don't sue me!!!!!
Warning!!!!!!!!!! This chapter contains slashy themes. It's only implied, nothing really happens except one small kiss at the end. Non-slashy themes should continue in the next chapter. Any flame's will be returned ten fold.
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If you're not the one then why does my soul feel sad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?
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Harry sat next to the hospital bed holding the hand of the silver haired boy who lay there. How had it ever come to this? Fair enough, war was upon them but no-one had expected this. Draco Malfoy, the prince of Slytherin had been beaten to within an inch of his life by his so-called family, and then left for dead in the middle of Hogsmeade.
It was tearing Harry apart to see him like this. He'd been in Hogwarts hospital wing nearly a month now, in a coma, and watching him like this just made Harry want to scream.
He'd known he liked Draco for a couple of years now, since their 5th year to be exact, when Draco had first started showing signs of humanity. He'd soon joined the Order of the Phoenix, working alongside Snape as a spy. Somehow though he'd been found out and that was what had put him here now.
When Ron and Hermione had found out they'd been less than accepting, in fact he'd hardly spoken to them since Draco had returned to the castle. It hurt him but he knew that he didn't care so long as he could have Draco.
As he sat there watching the beautiful boy in front of him he began to sob,
"Please Draco, don't leave me!!" Then quieter, "I need you Draco, I… I Love you."
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I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I'll share my life with
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Draco lay in the bed. This was all the fault of that prat he had called father for so long. He'd put a curse on him, one of Voldemort's new inventions. It kept the victim in a coma like state only they could hear everything going on around them. Draco knew exactly what had been going, had heard every word anyone had said whilst near him.
He wished he could communicate this with everyone around him. Dumbledore, Pomfrey, Sev, Harry, especially Harry.
It had certainly been hardest not being able to talk to Harry, not to be able to tell him that he shared his feelings, to be able to comfort him and tell him everything would be okay. He hated listening to Harry cry for hours on end, not being able to do a damn thing about it. It was slowly driving him mad, but then perhaps that was part of the plan. All he wanted was to take Harry in his arms, hug him, kiss him and tell him that everything would be fine.
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I don't want to run away but I can't take it I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
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Harry woke to someone shaking him gently.
"Come on, there's nothing you can do for him"
The voice echoed round his mind. It was right of course, he couldn't help Draco. No one could. Draco was going to die and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do. He turned to look at the person who had spoken.
"I'm not leaving him." He said decisively. "I'm staying until the end."
Hermione shook her head. "You're too good for him Harry." She stated simply. "Do yourself a favour and leave now before it gets any harder."
With that Hermione left the room, seemingly to give Harry some time to say goodbye. Harry looked at Draco. "She's wrong." He stated. "You're too good for me. I love you Draco." With that he leant over and brushed his lips briefly against Draco's. Then he left.
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If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not made for me then why does the distance maim my life?
If you're not made for me then why do I dream of you in my life?
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Draco watched as Harry flew out of the door. He could hear the sobs catching in his throat as he left and felt identical ones rising in his own. Who would have thought that the thing to throw the curse off of Draco would be as simple as having Harry, the man he loved, stealing a kiss from him.
Harry. The name echoed in his head. How long had he wanted him now? Too long, that was for sure. He needed him here now, more than ever. He'd just lost everything he'd ever had. He was in the same boat as Harry now. Orphaned. With not a sole in the world who cared.
He shook his head, clearing it of those thoughts. "She was right Harry." He whispered to the silent room, "I don't deserve you." Then silently he added, *but it won't stop me from wishing, wishing and hoping….. And praying.*
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I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
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Harry sat in the astronomy tower, his arms wrapped tightly around himself and his body convulsing with tears.
He didn't understand it. He loved Draco, he knew that, he was just so scared. He didn't want Draco to die and he was terrified that that would be exactly what happened. After all, everyone else who he loved died. His Mum, his Dad, Sirius, he knew Draco would be next and he figured that the only way to save him would be to leave him.
He laughed at the twisted logic there. Then he paused. And thought. He couldn't leave Draco to die alone, his being there wouldn't change anything. If he just went back downstairs, at least Draco wouldn't be alone anymore.
He got up, dusted himself off, and headed back towards the hospital wing.
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I don't want to run away but I can't take it I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
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Draco slowly sat up in bed. He had made his decision, he didn't deserve Harry and he knew it but he wouldn't be able to stand seeing him around all the time. There was only one thing for it, he had to leave, and soon. He knew Harry would be back before long, it wasn't in his nature to just go like that. Draco was firm in his decision. He had to be gone before Harry got back.
Quietly he gathered himself together and gingerly stood up. He was shaky on his feet owing to the amount of time he'd been unconscious. Very carefully and slowly he made his way across the room and slipped out of the door. As he left the hospital wing for the last time he spoke in a whisper to the hushed corridor,
"I'm sorry. I love you Harry."
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'Cause I miss you, body and soul, so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you weather it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my
heart is by your side
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As Draco exited the hospital wing he was knocked into by a rather large force moving swiftly towards him. As he looked up to see what had hit him he found himself staring into the brilliant green eyes of the person he loved the most.
"Harry"
He breathed the name in a whisper, never removing his gaze from Harry's.
"Draco"
Harry spoke Draco's name at the same time, his gaze boring into Draco's the whole time.
Without even realizing what was happening the two boys' lips met with a frenzy of passion, each of them letting out all of their pent up emotion and love.
Draco pulled away panting, "Harry." he stated. "We can't. It won't work."
Harry silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Shhhhh…." He said. "It'll work if we want it to."
Draco looked at Harry. "How?" Was the simple question
Harry smiled. "We leave." He said. "Disappear together, prove a point to all of them and show them that we are serious."
"But Voldemort, the war….." Draco trailed off.
"Let them cope by themselves for a while. We've been fighting everyone else's battles for years, let's take some time off."
Draco looked at Harry and saw the love in his eyes. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Certain." Replied Harry. "We can't be together here, and I'm not letting you go again."
"When do we leave?" Was Draco's simple answer
"Now soon enough for you?" asked Harry as he wrapped his arms around the Slytherin.
"Perfect." Replied Draco as he allowed Harry to guide him away from the hospital wing, towards a new life. A life where they were not hero's, neither of them were famous and where they could love each other without any of the problems that came with it.
Each of them knew that they would one day have to return, that neither of them could watch the war from the sidelines for that long, but for now both were happy in the knowledge that finally, each of them had the thing they desired most, each other.
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I don't want to run away but I cant take it I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
Daniel Beddingfeild © 2002
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