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Introduction: Draco Malfoy is looking back at the time when he loved and lost. Draco & Harry fanfic. No happy endings included. If you do not like it when people write stories about men loving men, then this is not a story for you.
Once upon a time by the lake
Oh, did he ever regret saying those words.
How different life could have been. How much less pain and agony could it have contained. Looking back now, Draco Malfoy would have given just anything for one more chance, to stand by the lake just one more time and change the history.
But that chance had gone forever, and oh, how painfully did he know that.
It had been on the seventh year. It was spring, that he remembered as well as he remembered the agonising gaze in those emerald eyes right after he had said those words. He couldn't forget the season for he had to relive the moment again every cursed spring, every year. The little flower buds pushing their way through the sore ground, the little streams of melted snow zigzaging and weaving just to be united as a bigger brook, making it's way to the sea. It all only brought unbearable memories to his mind.
That day it was sunny and warm. Little birds sang their happy songs about reuniting with their kind, building a nest, having offspring and enjoying their lifes for the next six months. That day Draco woke up feeling slightly different. The feeling was new to him. He couldn't quite locate the it, but it was not bad. It was close to feeling nervous, but it was a happy feeling. He didn't think about it that much, rather pushed it aside. But nonetheless, it stayed there, waiting for the right time.
It was weekend. It was morning, and none of the other slytherins had yet woken up. Draco dressed up in silence and left the dormitory and the common room. He walked his way to the big front doors and stepped out to the fresh morning air.
He took the road to the lake. The weather was so good and the sun was shining so kindly that Draco couldn't help smiling. He wandered around the trees and bushes untill he reached the lake. It was still and it glimmered. He started walking by the lake, heading towards a big oak that was a popular place among the students to spend freetime. Draco had never been there, because it was always crowded with Huffelpuffs and Gryffindorfs. But he was sure that there was no one there at the hour. It was too early.
He was right. The surroundings of the oak were uncrowded. He took the best place, facing the lake. He closed his eyes and let the feeling from morning get the grip.
He lay there for some time before he was interrupted. He heard footsteps on the grass and soon a soft voice said "Hey."
Draco opened his eyes lazily and the closed them again. "What are you doing here at this hour, Potter?" he then said.
"Nothing much. I always come here on weekends. It's nice when there's no one around." Draco opened his eyes again and glanced at Potter. Was he trying to start a conversation?
But the feeling inside him had taken over, and he wasn't in a mocking mood. So he decided to try it. "Yeah, me too. This is the first time for me, tough."
"I know, I've never seen you here. I've actually never seen anyone here so early before. They always start flowing here around ten o'clock. That's the time I leave. It's not the same when there's other people around."
Draco said nothing, just stared at the lake. They sat there in silence for a while, then Potter started again.
"You know, I was sitting next to that tree there for a while before I came here." He paused and followed a bird with his gaze for a while. Then his lips curved for a little smile. "I wouldn't have come, but..." He fell silent for a while, and Draco turned his head and looked at him. "But what?"
"Well... It was just that you had your eyes closed and you were smiling. I've never seen you smile like that. It reminded me of the feeling that I get everytime I come over here. It's so... Well, I couldn't leave. So I came here."
Draco turned his head away again and stared the ground. He certainly knew what the other boy meant. The feeling grew stronger all the time, and somehow he knew that there was something new between him and the boy next to him, something inevitable, something definite. And he knew that the feeling had everything to do with it.
But somehow Draco didn't mind. The new feeling made him feel so new and so happy. The weather, the season, everything felt so perfect. He smiled with his full face, turned it and stared straight to those captivating green eyes. They stared right back, and for a moment there was nothing else in the world than the two boys and the lake. The air felt alive around them, exulting, joyfull. Draco felt the feeling grow stronger than it had ever been, and interpreting by the other boy's expression, he felt the same way. It was like his insides were about to explode when he heard that soft, sweet voice wisper, almost groping: "Draco..."
Slowly, so very slowly they leaned forward until their eyes were only a few inches from each other. Draco opened his mouth slightly and let go what seemed like the sweetest word in the world right then, "Harry..."
And then it was like the world had exploded. They grasped to each other, eyes closed, lips against one another, tasting, exploring, begging for more. They drank each others smell and the feeling of skin against skin. Neither one of them had ever felt anything like it. The emotions run through them, and they clutched each other like they were never letting go.
The moment lasted for what felt like eternity. Finally they let go, hesitatingly, examining the look on the other's face. Slowly they started to beam, and then they sank into the dephts of a new kind of kiss, sure, intense, yet tender. When they paused, their faces were like the sun that was shining upon them. They leaned closer and placed their foreheads against each other. The moment was perfect. Their eyes connected, and they knew that nothing could take this away from them.
Remembering it, Draco Malfoy buried his aging face to his hands. That had been nearly true. Nothing could have taken it away from them. Nothing but themselves.
English is not my native language, that could explain some parts in the story. The story is going to continue. If you liked it, if you hated it, please give me review. I'd really appreciate it.