This is a songfic and I love it. Please be nice about it. I don't own the song or characters. R&R please.
Please just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do
Be with me please I beseach you
Simple things that make you run a-way
Catch you if I can
My Harry walks away for the last time. I am dying inside. I can't blame him for leaving, I'd told him to leave. If he stays with me his life will be ruined. He'll never live a happy life with me.
Tears fall, down your face
The taste, is something new
Something that I know
Moving on is, easiest when I am around you.
He turns back and looks at me one last time. Tears fill his eyes and I want to run to him. But I don't run to him, I just close my eyes.
"Bye," I whisper.
He apparates away. I'm not sure if I'll ever see him again. I break down and cry.
So bottle up old love,
And throw it out to sea,
Watch it away as you cry
Now a year has past
The seasons go
I enter my new office. I look around and see pictures of a girl. She looks familiar, but I can't place the face to the name. I look closely and realize that she is the Weasely girl. I remember how Harry had dated her. I want to cry.
Please just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do
Be with me please I beseach you
Simple things that make you run a-way
Catch you if I can
"Hello, Malfoy," I hear a familiar voice say.
I turn to see my Harry, no, he isn't mine anymore, he is the Weasley's Harry. It is just as it always should have been.
Waiting, day to day it goes through
My lips, are sealed for her
My tongue is,
Tied to, a dream of being with you
To settle for less, is not what I prefer
"You with the Weasley girl?" I ask.
"You mean Ginny?" he asks.
"Yeah, Ginny," I say, "You with her?"
"Sort of."
"Oh, yeah, she is pretty."
"Thanks, you got anyone?"
"Who'd want me?"
Harry doesn't say anything. I wish he would. I wish he'd say that he wants me, that he has never and will never stop wanting me. But he does not.
Summer time, the nights are so long
The leaves fall down, and so do I into
the arms of a friend
Winter nights
My bedside is cold, for I am gone
And spring blossoms you to me
The years go on and Harry and I work together. He and I become friends and talk often. I see him have children and I see them grow. I see him grow old. I see him with Ginny, his wife. Neither of us ever bring up our past together. I want to but don't. I know it is supposed to be my job, he told me that before he had left. But I don't, he'd never be happy with me. I lie on my death bed and Harry sits near me. Ginny is long gone, she's died old and happy in her bed with Harry holding her hand. I look up into Harry's green eyes that have seen so much.
"Draco, why didn't you ever marry?"
"I thought that would be obvious," I chuckle. "I never married because I've never loved anyone as much as I love you."
Harry kisses my lips softly. I know he feels the same. He loves me too. Then, I die, happy, with my Harry next to me.