Tears

By: Cricketpoor

Disclaimer: Not mine

Paring: Draco/Harry

Summary: A bit of Angst with a happy end

Warning male/male relationship, mentions suicide attempt.

Tears are a strange phenomena, they are almost always there when you don't want them to be there but when you need them, desperately, they are no where to be found.

Like when the most beautiful man in the world fell of his broom and now never will walk again. Or when the same man tries to commit suicide using a razorblade to cut his wrists. The worst time was when he tried to poison himself with pain relieving potion. The thing is that he isn't only the most beautiful man in the world he is also my lover. To see your lover so very depressed he tires to kill him self or cries himself to sleep every night because he think I will never forgive him or when he is throwing a fir because he is afraid I don't love him anymore. At those times I don't cry, but I want to.

But those moments, days when we are happy I cry, I always cry

The thing is that I love him, his grey eyes, long soft blond hair, his handsome face and beautiful body, his humor and his temper. I know how he wants to end it all, I can feel it in my bones, and that makes me wish I could end it for him, even as I want to keep him with me. He know that both Poppy and Severus are working to find a way for him to walk again, I have faith in them but I know that he don't have hope in anything anymore.

I also know why: just as he had what he wanted love, money, power and glory he lost so much and became a cripple. I hope he won't leave me but these days I'm seldom sure.

Today was a good day until Severus flooed here. He looked at us and sighed.

"Poppy's orders"

That never was a good sign, every time she ordered something Draco felt worse.

"Draco you will have to lie down I'm afraid."

Severus knew what these things did to Draco but he also needed to get it done.

Draco did like he always did when Poppy had ordered something. And was on my side of the bed, he says it smells like me, and that makes him feel loved. Severus handed him the potion of the wek and Draco drank it slowly. Then he grasped my hand and closed his eyes. After a couple of hours I went to the other side of the bed and got some sleep.

When Draco wakes up he always try to move his legs to see if it's real or if it all had been a nightmare. This morning was no different from the others.

"Harry. Harry wake up!"

"It's okay Dray, I love you."

"No that isn't it, look!"

I turned around and saw him moving his legs about. My face broke into a smile as I shouted

"Oh my god! You're moving, thank god..!"

Draco smiled at me and drew me into a hug. Severus who without a doubt had been waiting for us to wake came running in and saw us, both crying from the share joy of the moment. The potion master was unsure of how to act but then Draco got up, after wobbling a little from lack of experience he managed to walk over to Severus and hug him whispering his thank yous. Severus pulled back a little and said.

"Don't thank me yet physical therapy is a nightmare, just ask you're father."

Dracos smile didn't fade it was just as bright and beautiful as ever.

"Don't worry about that, I'll manage. I CAN WALK !"

I laughed, got up and gave him a sweet kiss. He looked me deep in the eyes and said

"You really love me, don't you?"

I nodded and his smile was so bright it put the sun to shame. He pulled me closer and whispered:

"I love you to."

And for the second time that day my tears fell out of joy.

The End