Last Chance

Chapter 17: Don't Shut Your Eyes

Their kisses returned to a rough struggle of aggression. Draco now forced on top as usual and Harry on bottom. The night grew darker as the two sacrificed this night for each other. The moon showed through the windows creating an eerie glow, or a romantic one, it depends on how you look at it.

Draco reached into the bottom draw of the nightstand; he found just what he was looking for a pack of cigarette and lighter. He took a single cig and flicked the lighter; the flame came out like magic. Draco guided it to the tip of the cig and flicked the lid back on top, extinguishing the flame. He threw the lighter carelessly on the table next to him and puffed out some of the smoke, putting the cigarette back onto the side of his mouth. It sat there for awhile as he thought.

Tomorrow would be the day they had to run for it, wake up early and run. Run. Run. Run. It's like that's what their relationship was built on. Harry didn't want that to be it. He didn't want this just to be a forbidden romance destined to fall apart once there really was peace. Harry shifted positions and rested his head on the blonde's chest.

"Hmm?" Draco mumbled the cigarette not allowing him to do much more than mumble.

"Oh, just-just wondering if you were still... awake." A yawn escaped.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." Draco sighed and looked down at Harry, his black hair was a mess and he looked like a little kid trying to stay up on New Year's to watch the ball drop.

"Shut your eyes, Jesus." Draco smiled a bit, but he really didn't want Harry to go to sleep. He needed someone to listen to his complaining and self inflicted regrets.

"Can't...sleep." He yawned once more and pulled the blankets further up.

"Yeah ya can." Draco took Harry in his arms and ran his fingers through the black mess. "I'm fine. I'm fine." He repeated.

"You are not."

"Am too."

Harry propped himself up with his hands, leaning over Draco. "How about Victoria?"

Draco looked down, not wanting to admit that he had been thinking of it and had been wanting to release a few tears that had been stinging in his eyes since he got here. "I don't know."

"Yeah you do." Harry relaxed his stance a bit and leaned down to kiss Draco on the lips, but he was rejected.

"Stop trying to make me feel better with this lovey dovey shit and sex."

"Trying to make you feel better? What's that suppose to mean?" His voice was small and sympathetic.

"That's all you do. I never do anything for you." Draco felt the tears start to come back, he wanted everything to go away, even Harry.

"God damn it Draco." Harry rolled over until he was on the other side of him and near the edge of the bed; he took the blankets with him.

"Stop it!" Draco hissed pushing Harry back over to him, the black haired boy glared and shut his eyes.

"I'm tired of you and I'm just tired." Harry forced himself to lay next to the blonde who was on the verge of tears. Draco's head felt ready to explode with emotions he had never experienced before. He wanted to ask Harry if he was worried or sad or lonely or just tired of him. He bet Harry was all of those.

"Harry." He nudged the boy who was obviously awake and pouting.

"What!" Harry hissed.

"Could you stay awake with me?" He smashed his cigarette into the ash tray next to him.

"I try everything and you're still like this. What am I suppose to do?"

"Good question." Draco sighed and got up, his feet over the edge of the bed and his head in his hands.

Harry felt guilty enough to get up and sit with him. "It's fine." He whispered and started to rub the blonde's back with his right hand.

"I wish she was here." Draco cried the tears running in between his hands. He was gripping his head tight with his hands, his delicate blonde strands tangled in between his strong fingers. "I could've run away, I could've run. I could've ru-ru-run..." His sobs were behind his regretful confessions. There was silence then more sobbing as Draco shook from the words he kept locked up inside. "She didn't do anything Harry. She tried to help; she tried so hard to help me. She got me into school even though she really just wanted me to be apart of the gang."

Harry just sat next to him, trying to be strong enough so he didn't have to be the one who started to cry or worry or be sad. It was definitely Draco's turn. Harry embraced him, Draco resting his head on the shoulder of the listener.

"I tried..." He sobbed once more.

"You did, you tried." Harry felt as if he was comforting a crying baby who hasn't been fed.

More sobbing as Harry felt stronger, he comforted the boy he loved so much. He couldn't get over the fact that this might be their last time together. "I just don't want this to be."

"Me neither." Draco interrupted and then sighed as he tried to stop his crying, the tears fell on the black haired boy's bare shoulder.

"Let's go to sleep." Harry pushed Draco down onto the bed and pulled the blankets back over them as they finally shut their eyes. Not knowing if tomorrow was the last or first or forever. They just didn't know what time they'd wake up or when the deadline was for the fugitive and Harry.

The sun showed through the room echoing last night. Everything seemed to glow in the early morning light. The birds chirped a song that could be a song of goodbye or welcoming. Two total opposite spectrums.

Harry was the first to wake, he rubbed his eyes and breathed deeply he sat up so quickly and all the blood rushed to his head.

"Ugh..." He muttered looking over at Draco, his eyes were puffy and he looked half asleep. His eyes were slightly opened, yet he seemed in a sort of trance.

"Wake up." He nudged the "sleeping" blonde.

"Hmm?" Draco murmured and once again reached over to Harry and dragged him down close, like a toddler reaching for it's stuffed animal.

Harry's head bounced on the pillow. His black hair was spread out like a raven's wing.

"I never told you this." Draco said in a tired, hoarse voice. But his voice was deeper in the morning, so it made it sound husky. His breath was warm and nice; he could feel the repetitive beautifulness of it. He never thought breathing could be so sexy. It seemed as if Draco had been up all night contemplating and trying to figure a few things out.

Harry gulped and closed his eyes for about ten seconds before opening them again to see Draco on top of him, then feeling his warm lips giving him a great kiss.

As he released the kiss, he mumbled this. "I...I ...love you." It was barely heard but Harry understood.

Harry only smiled and sat up, Draco leaning backwards like a dance. "We should go."

"Yeah." Draco said awkwardly getting up and dragged his naked body to his clothes, they were cleaned and neatly stacked on the blue chair beside the window.

"Here." Draco through some jeans and a shirt he didn't know whose was who but it worked. He pulled on his blue jeans and didn't bother putting on his shirt. Ever since he told Harry how he felt, he had a new found confidence, but he also felt strangely distant.

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"Here's the key... Debby." Draco remembered the blonde's name, only because last night she didn't even seem to notice how terrible both of them looked. Compared to her, she must have noticed but maybe she just didn't care. This hotel was cheap and there probably a bunch of crazy people wandering here everyday and she just got used to pretending like she didn't notice a thing.

"Have a nice day!" Her voice was sweet and drawn out. Kind of like a southerner without any heavy southern accent. If that makes any sense.

The day was just starting, but to Harry it felt like the end. Would they be able to run and keep running? Would the police find out it was Draco and chase them until they had no where left to go? The questions that used to stir in the back of his mind came right in front as there was silence between them.

The car was still parked in its original spot, and Draco could see the dent he made with his foot the other day. Luckily it was small, but he didn't put any money into this piece of junk so it didn't matter too much. The weight of his heart made him want to get some more sleep. It wasn't sleep he needed, it was something much different. His stomach felt like as if somebody had a tight grip on it, squeezing it harder from time to time.

They both entered the car without any exchange of words or nods or smiles. Just worried faces that meant both of them were thinking the exact same thing. The sun crawled higher by the minute, and to Harry it was if he was looking at a countdown clock to a bomb.

"Harry?" Draco turned to look at him as he started the car. The engine rumbled, stopped, and then started up again.

"What is it?" Harry turned his head slightly.

"When they find me…" But when he said that, Harry shook his head no. "I want you to have nothing to do with me, I want you to leave. You hear me Harry?"

There was a long drawn out silence the silences that you think will never end unless the world comes to a close. For a moment, Harry thought about everything. Why was everything turning into a paperback love story all of the sudden when all they needed to do was forget and move on.

"Yeah I hear you."

Draco sighed and turned the wheel and drove out of the parking lot, leaving the cheap hotel, Debby and everything they had done. It was okay because none of that was very important now.

Clouds gathered in the sky, warning rain, but sometimes it was a false alarm. The air vent was on and the wind blew gently through the tiny slits of the vents. You could feel the moisture in the air and that sweet smell of rain and grit. The AC seemed to not work where ever they ended up at.

"Hey remember your book?" Harry smiled a little putting his feet up so they were resting below the window above the glove compartment.

"Y-yes." Draco seemed distant once more as it was mentioned.

"I remember something you wrote there." Harry looked over to see if the blonde was paying attention.

"So?" He squinted as if he was pretending that he was focused on something else. His blue eyes watered a bit, as if he regretted yet another thing.

"I remember you said something like you didn't fit and that you were-" Just then Draco clutched the steering wheel with embarrassment.

"I just don't want to hear about it."

"O-okay." Harry sighed and tried to tune the radio, a song came up and he bobbed his head gently trying to like the music Draco liked, but the blonde didn't seem to notice.

The afternoon went by slowly, ever so often they grunted or sighed or just exchanged looks. But no more words came from either of them, you think they would. But everything just felt strange like everything was already said and there was nothing left, but you knew if it was all over they would both be regretting the times they didn't...

"Can we pull over Drake?" Harry smiled at his new nickname, but still no reaction from Draco.

"Why?"

"I need to pee."

"Fine." Draco pulled over speedy like, dust formed from underneath the tires, then settled.

"Be right back." Harry opened the door and ran out without closing it, it hung on it's hing and bounced a bit.

"Damn it...what is taking so long?" Draco opened the door and saw Harry standing by a tree just staring at the ground, what's wrong with him? Draco thought but knew the answer.

"Sorry, but we need to-" Draco walked a little closer to the black haired boy.

Harry looked up, his face flushed.

"Turn yourself in."

Author's Note: Well hmm...I spent my lunch period writing this chapter it was fun hehe...well i hope you enjoyed but please review becuz they make me feel special...i like feeling special becuz i don't most of the time. I get my happiness from Fanfiction. net isn't that sad HAHA it is rite? Well i like writing and this is fun! yeah! neway review if u want new Chapter 18.