One Last Moment of Solitudey
A/N: Hey Guys I just started a C2.Its called Pure Complete DMHP. On this particular community all the fics will be Draco Harry slash and get this...All fics will be complete!
Hogsmeade
Harry's POV
Its now dusk within this quaint little town. Truly it is amazing how it has stayed relatively untouched through the ravages this war. Draco holds me tighter than ever now. Sometimes it hurts, but I never tell him. That's his way, his way of dealing with the fact that the end of the war will soon be upon us and I may be ripped away from him forever.
Many times I've asked him not to seek the sun in the event of my death. He never answers me though. Instead he sighs and wraps his arms round my waist, burying sensitive nose into my hair as though trying to inhale my through his porcelain nostrils.
Funny thing, even as I remember it he does it now, slowly, rhythmically dragging the tip back and forth across the top of my head as though he were blind.
What are you thinking?
Oh! Nothing in particular why?
You're so quiet.
Just admiring the sunset is all.
Harry I…
Yes?
Nothing
Dracos POV
Soon, it will be over soon now. I can almost smell the upcoming struggle. Harry tries to hide it, but I can see the pressure building up within him. He doesn't want for me to follow him into death, yet how can I not? He's my life, heart, and soul after all. An existence without him would not be an existence worth prolonging. I have not yet given him an answer though he knows.
He seems to be of the belief that as long as it isn't said aloud it isn't real, and perhaps it isn't? No, it couldn't be, not with his pure peppermint vanilla sent filling me so completely. I'm not sure when it started exactly. I just sort of did it one day and became addicted to the exercise instantly.
I suppose the beast in me enjoys the pphysical evidence of smell to ratify the close presence of my mate. Not a very Malfoy thing to do I know, and yet I simply cannot bring myself to care.
Time with Harry is precious, war or no. In the back of my mind there's always the chance that he won't return with me in the end. NO! I musn't dwell on that now. Now I can only hold him close. I'm sure that I've hurt him a couple times. He's a fey boy really, especially after coming into his inheritance as an Anpyrel No thanks to me. Harry never said anything though. He never says anything. Damned Gryffindor'd probably let me break his ribs if I wanted.
Normal POV
"Dray: Harry called, gently nudging his silent companion.
"…"
"Draco!"
"Huh,"
"Nice of you to join me in the real world.," Harry teased turning round despite his mates almost vice-like grip on his hips. The movement uprooted the blonde Vampires nose from the petite Gryffindor's thick, silky black tresses.
"Uh- What,"
"Its getting dark. We should be going back to Hogwarts now."
"Already,"
"Draco, its nearly eight. We've been gone since 6 am," Harry huffed.
"All right all right hold on," Draco sighed silently mourning the loss of their last possible moment of solitude. In a flurry of feathered wings they were gone.
A/N: Yes I know that this particular installment is abnormally short. I simply wanted Draco and Harry to have one last moment together before the fireworks with Voldemort began. Yes one without sex. If they both survive, which I haven't decided on yet, there will be a major sex scene soon after. After this there will be about three more chapters and then this particular tale of mine will be over. Unbelievable huh? Well TTFN. Don't worry the last three chapters will be longer than this one. Now make me happy and review., Till next time BBB ;)
