Pairing: Ron/Draco, implied Harry/Ron and Draco/Harry
Word Count: 498
Disclaimer: If they were mine, do you think I'd be wasting my
time posting this here? This would grace the pages of HP & "Random
Book 7 Title"
Summary/Warnings: After the war, Harry is dead, and two of his former lovers have to learn to deal and move on
A/N: Beta'd by Gildoleniel.
At first, when it begins, you tell yourself over and over, you don't know why you're letting him do this… (there's no reason you should be doing this…) When he shows up, you take him by his hand, and for some reason, he doesn't pull away… not then at least. And… the pair of you spend the entire night combing through Harry's things… (all either of you have left of him…)
He gets the beat-up trunk, and you get Harry's broom. He wants all of Harry's clothes, so you take all his school books. You don't want the invisibility cloak… (too many memories…) so he takes that and lets you have that map. Overall, it's a fair trade off.
And then… you turn your attention to the bed. You didn't want to be the one to turn down those sheets… but you didn't want him to be the one either.
This was the agreement… you agreed to this, and you don't even know why (of course you know why… you just won't admit it…) He has agreed to go first… after all, you were Harry's lover when he died (even when Harry was yours, you knew Harry loved him more… Maybe you should have offered instead…)
The pair of you are frozen, eyes locked on the bed… you both had each spent hours there, never together, but there with him... (it seems much longer than two weeks…)
He's the first to move. He sighs heavily, but moves to the bed. He pulls the crumpled sheets back… Harry's been gone for two weeks, but still the house elves haven't touched his haven. And then he begins… he glances up and down the mattress, and in-between every sheet and blanket. The collection of the final bits of Harry grows slowly, but steadily. (Really, is that all that is left?)
And then he's slinging back a beaker of faintly blood-coloured potion (so very Harry…) Before you can really prepare yourself, Harry is standing before you once again, but this time, instead of a sheepish grin, he's wearing a look of remarkable sadness.
(Harry died for you…) And then the tears come. He… the faux Harry, that is… wraps you in his arms. And you're surprised… you never imagined the day that the two of you could wrap your arms around each other, and sob against each other's shoulder.
But here you both are.
He lowers you down onto the bed, and curls around you.
In the morning, silver and red spread together across the pillow. (And for some reason, this comfort feels right… as if you know that Harry would want this)
And then, one day, there is nothing left to Polyjuice. (Now… he really is gone forever.) And
still, he pulls you into his arms. You don't know what to think, but
you let him. He's not Harry… he doesn't even look like Harry… but he's
all of Harry you have left now (and you'll have to settle with that…)
