Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter

A/N Okay i finished this, its short yes, but it's what happened in my mind for some reason. I wanted to write another chapter but i had no clue what to put in it,even with your lovely susgestions!So I decided better to finish it. I hope you likes! I know I cry every time i read the end ..eesh I'm a sap! This poem is a really old one of mine, when i had worse spelling an grammar -sighs-

InuLorien As long as you credit my poems to me, I'll allow you to use them as you see fit -feels honoured that you liked them that much-

Mistress Vamp Lmfao its not fair when you love a story but it makes you so sad xD

xxphatxbaybeexx No, It wouldn't have becaue Draco needed to move on.

Princesspepper I wanted to use you're idea..but unfortunently I couldn't write it : Ohwell -sighs- In this story he's kinda with Harry...yet not lol. if that made any sense o.O

Moving slowly across the room

I'm not sure why I don't rush as always.

I feel lighter, the weight of my troubles is gone…why?

Harry walked around the room he was in, unsure of how much time had passed since he slashed his throat roughly. He looked around at the bed; it looked the same as it had five minutes or so ago, blankets ruffled up slightly, showing he had just recently left it.

He moved over to where he had been, by the dresser, but he moved extremely slowly. Time seemed to have slowed down, and he felt no need to go at a fast pace, and he didn't know if he was capable of doing it.

Harry looked around the room, becoming barely lit with the sunset. How lovely it was. Shining bright reds, yellows, light blues into his orbs as a bright red sun came up from the horizon, moving as slowly as he was.

Harry suddenly realized he felt light, as if he was floating. He tried to think of his problems but found them slipping away into the corners of his thoughts, fleeing as if they never were to return. Harry looked down at the floor and realized with a slight shock that he was floating!

Harry frowned and looked at his dresser again, where he had gotten up and his eyes widened at what he saw.

I feel a joy like none I have ever felt before.

I hear a voice like honey cream.

I look at me or what was me.

All bloody, throat slashed, dead green eyes.

Harry saw his own body, laid out across the floor as if a wooden doll. His back slumped on the wall in a way it never could have if he was alive, because that would have hurt a lot, to be bent half way across the torso and his neck turning his head down.

Blood was flowing down his throat, drying a bit at the edges and staining his gray shirt. Harry didn't know whether to be mortified or gratified that he had finally ended his life.

"Help" Harry heard a voice. It sounded so soft, like a whisper in his ear. It was light and yet cracked. Sadness, desperation, want, Harry heard it all in that voice. Harry wondered where it was coming from, because he didn't think he could speak.

And I realize that I am no longer alive.

All my hope is restored, all my love comes back

And all my hate and pain leaves

It finally sunk in to Harry that he was dead. Dead, the word seemed so foreign yet so close. He would never see his friends again; he'd never see Draco again. "Draco, I'm sorry, but I couldn't hold on, please…"

There was that voice again! Why was it saying sorry to Draco? Sure Harry cared about Draco, but Draco deserved something better then someone who couldn't feel happiness anymore.

'But I can feel Happiness' Harry suddenly knew he could, he felt it wash over him. A happiness that he had never known waved through him, making him apart of it. His hate, sadness, hurt left him, he knew it. The black cloud that had always clouded his mind was gone, and with it he felt a little less real and more surreal.

Why did I have to go through life? I could've had no pain at all

But yet this eternal bliss makes me so calm that I can't care any more.

Then the voice of honey cream, I slowly notice it as my own.

If Harry had known death felt like this, he would never have wanted to live. Harry looked at his body and noticed the chest heave and stop. His body had stopped breathing, he was finally dead.

'Oh god, it had been me speaking' Harry realized, knowing now that the sad voice had been his, the desperation had been his. He had wanted to say good-bye to Draco, and now his chance was gone.

Harry felt his soul fade away from reality, and move as if moving with the wind. Out of his room and into the bright sunshine; Harry thought one last thought before connecting himself with the world, but it was without regret, and with a calm happiness.

'Goodbye.'

Draco sat at the table, looking through a box of things he had kept in his closet. Three years after graduating, he looked at all the pictures he had kept of friends. Pansy Parkinson, Goyle, Crabbe, Blaise Zabini.

'Wow, it's been years' Draco thought and laughed at himself, of course it had been years!

Suddenly Draco came over a picture he had not seen in a long time, and of a person he had forgotten. Harry Potter, with Hermione and Ron. He smiled as he looked at the picture of Harry, beautiful as always.

Draco looked around his kitchen, window open as a light breeze came through it. The blue curtains swayed as he heard a knock on his door. He put down the picture on the table, and left the room to go answer it.

The breeze from the window got stronger and stronger until it moved the picture over to a picture that held Draco in it. Draco's graduation picture in fact. "Yes, thank you" Draco's faint voice was heard as the wizard Harry Potter moved out of his frame and moved into the one of Draco Malfoy.

The images stared at each other in the frame, then smiled and kissed. Holding a hand around a smirking Harry, the image of Draco Malfoy at seventeen brightened and smiled even more dazzling then the smile had been before.

Draco came back into the kitchen, shivering from the breeze that had just picked up and closed his window. He put down a package on the table and picked up his pictures and memories of Hogwarts, stuffing them back into the box from whence they came.

Even if Draco could not have Harry in his life, he could have Harry in his memories. Draco was fine with that now, and his package was from his boyfriend in Florida, who wanted him to have a few fruits so he could share what he had seen with Draco, before he came back tomorrow.

Review!! Wanna know what ya thought of the end, I know it wsa short but..it ws how it came out!