Wherever I Am, You're There
Disclaimer: I'm sure you're all perfectly aware that I don't own these characters....
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Other Warnings: Well...this is more along the lines of the relationship between Harry and Draco that is constantly all about trust and bonding. In other words, it'll take a lot of abuse and threats before Draco finally gets the point that Harry's only trying to help him!
Also: Well, it's been a while since the last update so I'm kinda rusty on this whole thing...but I hope it provides a little entertainment! However, much more morbidity in this chapter!

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---I'm running...running to where I don't know.
My hands and arms move of their own accord,
My legs will not stop running.

I can feel myself breathing hard,
But I cannot and will not stop now.
Where are you, my one true love?

Just remember what I told you,
When we slept together that night.
Wherever I am...I want you to always be there...---

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It was raining again.
Just as it had been on that night...

Strange though, how the frantic running of one, the breaking heart of another, and the unconcerned dreamless sleep of one other all mixed with the terrible changing weather. The frantic patter of the raindrops, falling as though running from the clouds, which were unconcerned as to whether a storm breaking would damage the earth, and the thunder roared its pain.

As it had been on that night...

There was the sound of the feet again...running.
Soft brown eyes looked up to the heavens and blinked out both tears and rain, the scar was visible on the forehead now, and the hair matted and wet, clinging to the skull of the rain soaked boy. His legs were hurting now, but he willed them to keep going, just a little further, with intent to save one who was in danger.

It had been on that night...

"Help me."
A prayer, a plea, a cry for help.
Such words can be interpreted as any of these, but at this very moment, on this very night, they were a cry to any God listening. Simply put, the boy, the rain-soaked boy, the rain-soaked running boy, was asking the Gods to assist him in reaching his goal.
The goal...his goal...his one true love...

Had been on that night...

"Draco!"

Over fences, under bushes, through streets, and inside tunnels he wandered, until it made more than enough sense to go back. Back to the beginning. Back to the lake where his one true love had held up one hand instinctively to be pulled from the water and helped to safety.
Of course it hadn't been that way at first.

Been on that night...

"Draco!"
The cry was hoarse by now, and the feet were aching to an extent where blood no longer rushed to them, rushed straight to the head, making the headaches worse...the headaches that Harry Potter himself didn't notice until now.
No time for headaches...

On that night...

Harry would never know the feeling that hit him when he saw the body floating in the river's dancing waters – the rain giving that impression. The water dancing around the body...
Dancing...dancing...dancing...

That night...

The body was pulled ashore...
The pulse was checked...
In the darkness of the woods...
At the side of the lake...
Harry Potter wept...

Night...

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Light.
Horrible light hurting his eyes.
The sounds of voices.

"Is he alright?"
"Alright? No...I wouldn't say so. But he is lucky. Certainly he does have the devil's luck. You're lucky yourself. You were out in the rain for some time."
"I would do anything for him."
"Hm? Yes, him. But whatever it is you did for him, it nearly put your own life at risk. You're a brave lad, Harry Potter, but one of these days you're going to fail to save someone."
"It's happened before. I won't let it happen again."
"Indeed. Well...he looks stable now. I'd say you got him here in time. Just let him rest. Umm...you can stay by his side if you wish..."
"Yes...I have to stay here..."
"Hmm...the devil's luck I'd say..."

Darkness again...
Sleep...

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"Draco?"

Gazing upwards with almost comatose blue eyes, the young blonde boy raised his head slightly.
There were tears on his pillow, though he doubted they were his...
He was right.

"H-Har-ry?" He looked directly into the other boy's eyes and saw the tears and the relief inside of them.
"Draco!" He breathed, "You...you're alright! You're alright!"
Draco smiled weakly.

"You saved me." Of this there was no doubt, no surprise...
"Of course. Draco, no matter what Ron said...I don't love him! I love you! You're like...you're like the best thing to happen to me!"
Draco laughed, a hissing wheeze of a laugh due to the oxygen mask.
"You decided that after only one night?"

Harry blushed, a smile gracing his lips.
"Yeah." He admitted, "Draco Malfoy...I love you. One night or one year, however long I've known you for...I love you."
Draco blinked, tears in his eyes, a smile on his own face.
"I've been so stupid, Potter." He murmured, his eyes half lidded, sleep overcoming him again, "Trying to kill myself again...shouldn't have listened to Ron...but I guess I've always been quick to anger like that..."
He coughed, "I guess...I love you too...and it would be impossible to ignore you or not be with you...because...because..."
Harry said it with him, knowing what he was going to say, both boy's crying tears of joy.

"Wherever I am...you're there."

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Ashford2ashford: "Does it end there?" I hear you cry! Well...in short...no. It doesn't. I wouldn't disappoint you just yet would I? After all, there are still loose ends to tie up, such as Ron Weasly, admitting their love out loud to everyone, and finding out how a Slytherin, an ex-death eater, will cope in a Gryffindor world.