Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the song "Burn" by the Cure which was on "The Crow" soundtrack, and you guessed it, I don't own that either.

WARNING: some implied gayness. mostly regret and a last chance to make everyting right

It's a songfic oneshot, and I know it's not the best. I just wanted to do something with Harry and Draco and this song because I love this song so very much.

Harry looked for a moment at the Daily Prophet lying on the table. It was Draco's car. The car was destroyed. The car his lover drove was destroyed.

don't look, don't look
the shadows breathe
whispering me away from you
don't wake at night to watch her sleep
you know that you will always see
this trembling, adored, tousled bird-mad girl

The paper was two months old. It had been two months since Draco had disappeared. The car was destroyed and it was believed whoever was inside was dead. But after pulling all the parts of the car apart, they couldn't find even evidence that there had been a person in the car when it was wrecked. Witnesses swore up and down that there was a blond driving the car when it was hit by the semi. But the person everyone said was in the car was no where to be found.

every night I burn
every night I call your name
every night I burn
every night I fall again

Harry drank from a bottle of fire whiskey. He didn't bother with glasses much anymore. There was no point in his mind of wasting the time of getting a glass and pouring the liquor into that glass. It was so much simpler, bottle to stomach in seconds flat. He was drinking for lost love tonight. The loss of Draco.

don't talk of love the shadows purr
murmuring me away from you
don't talk of worlds that never were
the end is always ever true
there's nothing you can ever say
nothing you can ever do

The wreck was not long after one of their worst arguments. Harry supposed that it was an eventuality. Their relationship was so passionate and volatile to begin with that it demanded a spectacular ending.

"You're shutting everyone out Harry, you're shutting me out, and I just wish you could see that," Draco had said. He had said it calmly. It was just supposed to be the start of a conversation. But Harry was drunk.

"You're a jerk, that's what I see," replied Harry. "You aren't happy with fucking the Golden Child? You aren't happy with all the attention you get from me? Fine. Go find someone else."

"I'm not with you just because you are Harry Potter. I'm not with you for the attention. I'm with you because I love you."

"Bull shit. Everyone wants to be with me because of the fame and the attention and that includes you."

"LISTEN TO ME! Do you hear a word I am saying! I love you! You are the love of my life and you are saying that I'm just here for the attention I get from being your lover. I love you, Harry."

"Well, I don't love you." Draco's eyes filled with tears, but Harry didn't care. He was too drunk to care. He had shut his heart off so that he didn't care. He had lied. Draco was the love of his life, and he lied so that he could be completely shut off. He wanted to push out the last person who could get to him, and now he had. Draco turned around and walked out of the house without another word. About fifteen minutes later Harry heard the sickening crash outside the window. He turned his head and saw Draco's car in a smoldering heap and the driver of the semi jumping out of his truck and running to the car he had just hit to see if there was anything he could do.

"No…" Harry whispered. There was a sudden explosion that the driver of the semi just managed to get away from in time. "NO!" Harry screamed as the bottle in his hand shattered on the floor. His heart shattered at the same moment.

still every night I burn
every night I scream your name
every night I burn
every night the dream's the same
every night I burn
waiting for my only friend
every night I burn
waiting for the world to end

Tonight Harry was drinking. He was nearing the end of the bottle and he knew that there wasn't enough whiskey in the world to numb him. The thought made him cry. He kept crying and he wondered why. He wasn't just crying for the whiskey; he was crying for loss. He wanted Draco back. Some part of him still believed that Draco saw the semi and just apparated away before it hit. But if that was true, why had no one seen him since? Wouldn't he have stayed with friends? Wouldn't he have made some kind of contact with someone in the magic world that could get word to Harry that he was alive?

just paint your face and shadow smile
slipping me away from you
oh it doesn't matter how you hide
find you if we're wanting to
so slide back down and close your eyes
sleep awhile - you must be tired

"Draco…" he whispered. "I miss you." He pulled on his black cloak and stared at the medicine bottle again. "I wish… I hope that you are alive. I shut you out and killed the love that we had. You have no idea how precious that love was to me. Even at my worst, it gave me comfort that you still loved me. But I wanted everyone out. I didn't want the attention anymore, for me or for you. So I killed our love in order to be alone. Well, I'm alone. I got my wish." Harry slowly opened the bottle and stared at the pills inside. "Gods Draco, I wish that I had you back. I wish that I wasn't alone. I just want you, I just need you."

when every night I burn
every night I call your name
every night I burn
every night I fall again

Harry put the cap back on the bottle and stared at the pills that were still inside it.

"You might be alive," he whispered. "There might be a chance to fix this. I don't want to give that up. It kills me to be without you. To search for you might be torture, but to find you alive would at least be a relief. Maybe, once I found you, I could fix this. Anything is better than the torture of not knowing."

every night I burn
scream the animal screams
every night I burn
dream the crow black dream Harry attached a note to Hedwig and sent it to Professor Snape. Snape was Draco's godfather after all, if anyone knew where Draco was, Professor Snape would know. He looked at the clock and saw that it was ten o'clock. Snape would probably be awake. He sat up in his chair by the fire and drank coffee trying to stay awake. He wanted to know if his lover was alive. Between two and three o'clock in the morning he fell asleep in his chair. His mug fell to the floor and spilled the last dribbles of coffee on the floor.

At three seventeen in the morning, Draco arrived at the house by way of the floo system. He saw the wasted and pale picture of Harry and nearly broke down. He quietly stepped out of the fire place and gently touched Harry's cheek. Harry flinched slightly but leaned his head towards the warm hand. Draco gently lifted him from the chair and laid him in the bed. Draco quickly toed off his shoes and got into bed next to Harry, holding him close. Harry snuggled into Draco's chest and breathed deeply. That was when Harry's eyes slowly opened and stared at the familiar chest before him.

"I'm praying this isn't a dream," said Harry softly.

"It isn't," Draco replied. Harry looked up into the grey eyes that he had missed so long and tears of relief and love suddenly clouded his vision. He quickly kissed Draco over and over.

"You're here," he whispered between kisses. "I was… I thought you had died, but they couldn't find your body and I was never certain."

"I just decided it was best to slip away for a while," said Draco calmly as Harry once again snuggled into his chest and he gently stroked the raven hair he had missed so much. "I wanted to send word to you, but I didn't think you wanted to hear from me, or know that I was alive. What you said to me… it hurt me so badly."

"I know," whispered Harry. "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I love you so much. I just wanted everyone gone."

"I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was alive. I guess we both have a lot of making up to do."

"Tomorrow," said Harry. "After that, we have all the time in the world."

still every night I burn,

every night I scream your name.
every night I burn,

every night the dream's the same.

Harry woke up suddenly in his chair. It was a dream. Harry's eyes filled with tears as he stared into the fire. Then he heard an owl tapping on the window. It was Hedwig. He quickly let her in and got the message from her leg that Professor Snape had sent back.

"Harry, Draco is alive. He will come to you tomorrow."

Harry let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed to the floor.

"There's a chance…" he whispered to himself. "There's a chance… This is my last chance; I won't screw this one up."

every night I burn,

screaming the animal scream
every night I burn,

dreaming the crow-black dream.
dreaming the crow-black dream...