O.k. peoples this story is well about suicide…yep that's right…I kill off someone in the first chapter. It's a slash…and if you don't now what a slash is…well go ask someone else. Because I don't want to tell ya…now you all know that if I owned Harry Potter(and I don't) that do you think that I would be writing on come on people I know there aren't that many stupid people out there…is there?…(I was just kidding…you know that right?) please no flaming…and I hope you enjoy(also the lyrics I thought went with the story and plus it's one of my fav. Songs)

To cry is to know you're alive

And my river of blood won't run dry

I never wanted to lose you, no

But a cold heart is a dead heart

And it feels like I've been buried alive by love

-"buried alive by love" HIM

"…no I have to do this…be strong Harry"

Harry almost whispered as he sat on the cold tile floor of the prefect's bathroom. It had just started to rain heavily on Hogwarts the rain almost seemed like bullets about to pierce the glass in the bathroom. Thinking of the task at hand, wanting to end the suffering of his friends and loved ones. Lifting the thin razor to his right arm slowly as to draw out what had to be done. He let it slide down his arm as though it was nothing. Cutting the skin like it was butter just glided through his flesh. The blood started Gushing between his long boney fingers out onto the gray floor, the pain he felt was bad but not unbearable.

"I'm doing this for Him…us"

Harry looked down to his arm and then looking to the floor…the red sticky liquid spilling out of his body and was puddling up in the floor. The very essence of life just slipping away from his grasp. The thing that was his life support for the past 17 years now leaving his body. . He didn't bother to try and stop the bleeding; rather he watched it glow in the moon light that was almost hidden form his view because of the rain

"why is blood red?" he wanted to know a least that one Answer. If the color red represents love, but also Hate…that of Amazing Dreams, but that too of our worst nightmares.

"Harry?" Came an all too familiar voice from down the corridor…it was faint but he knew that voice from anywhere. This was the voice he had come to love calling his name in even the darkest of nights. But that voice also brought Worry and fear of what would come next. His lover and most loathed enemy…Draco Malfoy.

"Harry?" Draco's voice very close to the prefects Bathroom the voice spoke again with it came a soft almost nonexistent knock.

a few moments passed and no answer, the knock came again as the bathroom door opened, and a tall pale figure stepped inside.

"Harry I've been looking for you everywhere…why didn't you answer?…Harry we need to talk this out…Harry?" Draco ran to his lovers Side

"HARRY…?"

"Harry…wha..what the hell have you done?"

Was all that Draco could mange as Draco looked at Harry's arm "Have you gone mad?" worry and sadness mixed together in his voice. "Draco…look at it…it's beautiful" Harry said still holding his forearm to keep as much blood as he could in for the time being. looking from his arm down to the floor Draco looked too. "Beautiful…Harry it's blood!"

"Draco do you remember when I told you that when every person is born…they start to work on their life portrait…and even in the end it's hardly ever complete?"

"yes Harry but has that got to do with anything?"

"Harry we have to get you to the Hospital Wing now" Draco's voice wavered form a yell, to crying.

"No Draco you have made me complete…my portrait is finished….now I'll help you finish yours"

"Potter I swear if you die on me now…I'll kill you" Draco said now laughing trying to make light of the situation, as tears ran down Draco's face, Harry brought up his bloody hand to catch a tear that found it's self on Draco's chin. Draco grabbed the hand and held onto it for dear life.

"Draco…I love you with everything left in my heart" Harry smiled

"Harry please don't do this…I can help you…remember I'll always be there for you…no matter what happens" Draco let the tears run free, as Harry lifted his injured arm around to the back of Draco's neck and brought them merely inches apart.

"Draco…I want you to know that this is just a stepping stone in your life after all what good did I do for you anyway?"

" Harry you showed me that I could love…that I'm not just something made to look like a copy of my father, that I can be a free person…Harry can't you see you and I were meant to be" With that said Draco closed the space between them into a fire driven kiss.

This kiss was the kind of kiss you only receive twice in your life, once when you know you're in love, and before you say goodbye to the only person you know you love. The tears streaming down Draco's face were evident in the soft glow if the moon shining in from the widow. There was a glimmer in Harry's eyes that Draco had never seen before. Harry slowly exhaled his last breath as he closed his eyes and slipped into darkness.

"I love you too Harry" Draco said as he pulled the lifeless body into his lap, and sobbed for his enemy….his lover…his soul mate. Foot steps could be heard coming down the corridor the creaking of the door and the light of a wand. Someone was there…but Draco didn't care.

"Mister Malfoy…what in heaven's name are you…OH MY GOODNESS!" came professors Mcgonnall's voice in the echoing room.

We will always remember the boy who once lived…you will be loved

Tell me what you think people…I know it probably sucks…but I'm just a kid…

With all the love form corner of my black heart…

If You Only Loved Me