A/N: I've been forgetting to mention, this was beta-d by my one of my wonderful beta's, Cyn!
Harry stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him with as much force as he could muster. He gave a satisfied nod as about a foot of snow fell of the roof and landed on the porch in a heap.
He stomped off the porch and through the garden, his feet leaving angry, deep boot prints in the fresh, crunchy snow. The snow had begun to fall faster and swirled around his form as he walked angrily down the hill in front of the house.
He had no desire to go back. How could Draco have been so stupid and insensitive! It was the one thing he had asked him to do when he had agreed to come with him. How hard was it to obey his wishes!
Harry growled to himself as these thoughts passed through his head. He stomped down the sloping hill, nearly slipping once on the snow that had frozen to become ice. He caught himself though and trudged on.
He needed to clear his head before he could even i think /i of going back home to face Draco. He needed to collect his thoughts.
Harry stopped at the bottom of the hill and looked around. He saw the main road to the village and decided to cross it. Once he was on the other side, he looked at his surrounding. The snow swirled faster and thicker, obscuring the outline of the trees around him. He tugged his jacket tighter around him, wishing he had brought more with him.
Then again, he hadn't really been thinking clearly when he had left. Harry sighed and rubbed his hands together. He gave up and stuck them deep into the pockets of the jacket.
By now, the snow was coming down in a blanket. It covered the entire ground around him. Harry ran a hand through his hair, brushing the ice crystals out of his hair. He shivered at their temperature and pulled up his hood. Harry looked around at his snow covered surroundings and sighed.
'Why doesn't Draco understand?' /i he thought ruefully. i 'I know it was hard, but he could have at least tried.'
'He did try,' Harry's inner voice spoke up.
'Shut up,' Harry growled to himself.
'Just because you're too stubborn to admit that he has a good reason, doesn't mean you should take it out on me,' his inner voice told him, sounding annoyed.
Harry scowled at these thoughts and glared at the ground. He kicked the snow angrily and it fluffed up around him. It was coming down hard now. Harry could barely see three feet in front of him.
He thought that maybe now he ought to go back, if for no other reason than to get out of the snow. He turned around to the direction he knew the road was. He pushed through the fierce wind and snow and climbed onto the road.
He looked both ways but could see little through all the swirling snow. He started to cross slowly, battling the howling wind and stinging snow. He hugged his jacket closer to him, trying to block out the cold.
He was about halfway across the road when he heard a sudden noise over the storm. He looked up and saw a pair of lights coming towards him, dimmed by the snow. He eyes widened in fear as they approached, faster and faster.
He tried to move, but his legs were stuck. There was nothing he could do as the vehicle came careening towards him, swerving on the icy road. Harry's face was frozen in fear as the car turned towards him, only feet away.
Harry opened his mouth to scream, but it never came. All went black.
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Draco sat on the couch and huffed loudly. He was still upset about the fight. How could Harry have blamed him for everything! It wasn't entirely his fault.
Could he really have expected Draco to be able to drop magic, just like that? Granted, he had done pretty well over the past few years, but sometimes, the temptation had just been too great.
Draco looked now at the mahogany box on the mantle piece, just sitting there. He scowled at its presence and looked away. He hated the box for tempting him. He disliked Harry for becoming as angry as he had been for something so small. He hated himself for succumbing to the temptation.
His gaze wandered to the window where the snow had begun to increase. He furrowed his eyebrows as he watched it whip past the window. He forced himself to look away. Harry had only been gone a few minutes after all.
'It's his own fault anyway,' Draco thought maliciously. 'He should know better than to go outside in weather like this.'
Draco turned away from the window, ignoring the growing amount and ferocity of the snow. He stared instead at the fire that was dying once more in the grate. Draco sighed and got up to prod it. That didn't help and the fire sputtered and died.
Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance and left it alone. He sat down on the couch moodily. He crossed his arms and legs and glared at the floor. He was still angry at Harry for what he had said.
'I can't believe he would think that he doesn't matter! Of course he matters! I wouldn't have done this for anybody else! He's just too stubborn to admit that I'm right.
'Living without magic is not easy for someone who's never done it! I didn't even take Muggle Studies in school. How the hell am I supposed to know how all this works? He thinks it's easy because he's done it before. Well, it's not easy!'
Draco's expression darkened with each thought. He was furious that Harry would just expect him to know how this all works and be perfect at it.
Draco would never admit it to anyone, except maybe Harry, that he wasn't perfect. He had been raised to think that he had to be perfect, to uphold the family name, to act like a Malfoy. Harry had been the first person to tell him to cut it out and be himself.
Draco looked up at the window and frowned. The snow was blowing furiously past the window now. The white flakes whipped around convulsively as Draco watched. He could hear the howling of the wind coming down the chimney and he shivered.
His expression turned to one of worry. Harry was out there somewhere. Draco looked once again out the window, thinking hard. He'd be able to take care of himself. He was Harry Potter after all!
Those thoughts didn't give Draco much comfort. As he sat in the nice cozy living room, Harry was out in the bitter cold somewhere, probably freezing to death.
Draco sat on the couch for a little while longer. After a few moments, the snow calmed back to a light flurry. Draco was still uneasy. He didn't like the look of that momentary storm. He was worried about Harry, despite his current feelings of anger.
He walked over to the front door and pulled on his boots and a jacket. He wrapped a scarf around his neck and opened the door. He automatically shivered as the coldness hit him. He pulled the scarf tighter and set out into the elements.
He didn't know which way Harry had gone, as the snow had covered any tracks that may have been remaining from Harry's earlier departure.
He looked first to the forest, but decided that that was unlikely. He turned instead to look towards the village below. He knew Harry liked to wander along the road sometimes, so he set out in that direction.
He peered through the lightly falling snow for any sign of Harry. He reached the bottom of the hill where it met the road and looked around. A dark shape was lying in the middle of the road. Draco squinted and moved closer.
He caught site of messy black hair protruding from a puffy jacket. He let out a distressed cry and rushed over. He knelt down by the body, not touching for fear of confirming his suspicions.
"Harry," he whispered, staring in shocked disbelief.
"Draco?" came a tiny voice. It was labored and cracked. Draco's eyes widened and he moved around to Harry's head.
Harry looked up at him from his position on the ground. He looked as though he was curled into a ball. He moved his hand slightly that was holding onto his stomach and Draco saw red blood.
"Harry," Draco whispered, tears beginning to form. "Oh my god. We have to get you somewhere!"
"I can't," Harry whispered, putting his hand back. Draco watched him in shock.
"You have to!" he exclaimed, moving to touch Harry.
"No," Harry said suddenly and Draco stopped, hand outstretched. "No, I can't."
"Yes, you can!" Draco yelled, tears starting to leak down his face. He placed his hand on Harry's shoulder and Harry looked at him forlornly. "We can—St. Mungo's, they can fix you!"
"Draco," Harry said quietly, his breathing becoming harsher. "I'm sorry."
"No!" Draco yelled desperately and Harry shut his eyes. "Harry!"
Harry opened his eyes again and stared at him sadly, the emerald green orbs shining with unshed tears.
"Draco, I love you," Harry said, his breathing coming in short gasps.
"Don't!" Draco yelled, hugging Harry. The tears were now streaming down his face. "Harry, I need you. I can't do this without you."
Harry shook his head, though it pained him to do so. He held his wound tighter with his hand and struggled to control his breathing.
"Draco, I--" But he stopped, cringing and gripping his stomach. Draco panicked, not knowing what to do or how to fix it. He took his hands off of Harry, afraid of hurting him.
"It's going to be okay," Draco said in a quiet, panicked voice. "We just have to get you to a hospital!"
He stood up and looked around as though he might see an ambulance coming up the street. Harry reached out slowly and grabbed Draco's pant leg. Draco immediately dropped back to his hands and knees, watching Harry fearfully.
Harry lifted and hand to Draco's face and wiped away a falling tear. Draco sniffed and stared at him.
"Draco," he started then stopped with a grimace, clutching his stomach. He tried to take a deep breath, but it only seemed to make the pain worse. He was shivering uncontrollably now, not due to the cold. Draco could only watch in despair as Harry tried to control his body.
"Draco," he finally continued, whispering. He looked up into Draco's tear filled eyes and trying to hold back his own. "I'm not going to make it."
"No," Draco whispered, He leaned forward and buried his face in Harry's neck to block out the tears, but they came just the same. "You can't die!" he cried, clutching at Harry.
Harry coughed slightly and Draco pulled back to look at him. The color was draining from his face and the hand held to his wound was quickly becoming drenched in warm, scarlet blood.
"Draco, I don't want--" Harry started, but Draco stopped him.
"No, don't talk. You can still make it! We have to—we can—Harry, don't!" Draco yelled, panicking. He looked around desperately, hoping to see someone coming through the snow to help.
"Draco," Harry said quietly, his eyes starting to drift closed. Draco looked back to him and his eyes widened in horror.
"No! Harry, don't! Please, I need you." The last part was whispered as Draco laid himself down on top of Harry.
"I—I love you," came faltering words from the body underneath him. Draco threw himself sobbing onto Harry.
"No!" he wailed, grasping onto the body for dear life. Harry swallowed with difficulty and closed his eyes for the last time.
"No," Draco moaned as tears fell down his face, staining the snow. He hugged Harry to him and rocked back and forth.
"Oh god," he whispered. "What did I do? Harry, come back. Please, I love you."
No response came save for the howling wind whipping around the pair that lay in the middle of the road.
Draco gathered Harry's lifeless body in his arms and wept. He sat there for a long time, crying over the loss of everything he had ever loved.
The sky grew dark and Draco looked up. The snow had stopped finally and tiny pinpricks of starlight had emerged through the lessening clouds. He knew it was over. He picked himself up and moved Harry's body over to the side of the road.
He laid it against the base of a tree, placing a circle of holly leaves around it. He leant forward and kissed Harry's forehead. He stood up straight, choking back sobs. Then he turned his back and walked back to the house.
He toiled up the snowy hill, barely controlling his body as well as his emotions. When he reached the top of the hill and the house came into view, he stopped. There, in the glow of the porch lights, was the snowman they had finished just that morning.
It was smirking at Draco, just as Harry had left it. Draco felt his temped rising. He marched over to the snowman and glared at it.
"Look what you did!" he shouted, gesturing at the snowman. "You used magic, and now he's dead! This is all your fault!"
He faltered there as more tears welled up in his eyes.
"You could have listened to him! It was one thing! ONE THING! The only thing he ever asked you to do, and you couldn't do it!"
The snowman stood motionless, smirking at Draco. Draco glared at it in hatred.
"You did this," he growled. "You killed him! And now he'll never come back! It's all your fault, all your fault."
Draco stopped, choking on his own tears. The snowman did nothing.
"I hate you," Draco whispered. "I hate you. You couldn't do one thing for the only man you ever loved. What is wrong with you?"
The snowman continued to smirk at Draco and he became enraged.
"I hate you!" he screamed, his voice carrying throughout the wilderness. "You've killed him! You've killed him and he's never coming back! He'll never ever come back!"
The snowman just stood in the middle of the yard under the yellow glow of the porch light. Draco wiped away a tear and strode purposefully towards the snowman. He picked up a board that was lying near its feet and swung.
The head exploded in one fell swoop. The board made contact and the snow shattered. Draco stood in the yard, gripping the board tightly and his breathing ragged. He dropped it instantly and turned jerkily towards the house.
He went in and walked over to the couch. He didn't bother to take off any of his clothes, not even his blood stained jacket. He sat as though in a trance staring at the dancing flames.
His heavily lidded eyes, red from crying, lifted slowly and came to rest on the mahogany box. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at the box that had ruined everything.
"You," he whispered, glaring at the box with all the hatred in the world. "You did this. If it wasn't for you, he would still be alive!"
The box did not reply. It sat on the shelf, saying nothing, doing nothing, hearing nothing.
Draco stood up and walked over to it, breathing heavily.
"You are the reason. You did this. You! You've ruined everything!" Draco put his head in his hands as new tears welled up in his eyes.
"You," he whispered in between sobs. "I—it was m-my fault. I did this. I killed him."
He sank back down onto the couch, still covering his face as tears rolled down his cheeks. He sniffed and wiped his face with a shaky hand.
"I-I can't believe I killed him," he whispered in despair. "I did this. It was i my /i fault. He loved me and trusted me, and I killed him. I shouldn't have done it!"
Draco lay himself down sideways on the couch, sniffling into his sleeve and wiping away his tears as they came.
"One thing," Draco whispered. "And I couldn't even do that. I didn't deserve him."
He lay on the couch for some time. He closed his eyes as more tears were shed and buried his face in his arm, muffling the sobs. His shaking body was racked with emotions.
'I've killed him,' he thought in despair, bringing forth more tears. 'It was my fault.'
He curled himself into a ball as more tears surfaced. His body shook from all the output. His breathing was erratic and labored as he cried for many hours.
Finally, he removed his face from his arm. His shirt was drenched in tears but Draco didn't care. He lifted his gaze up the mantle piece, back up to where the box sat, so innocently. He stared at it for a long time through his tear stained eyes.
He took a deep, shaky breath and stood up slowly from the couch. His legs were wobbly as he walked over to the fireplace. He put a hand on the mantle and stared at the box.
Slowly, very slowly, he reached out a shaky hand and removed the lid of the box. Inside sat the same two wands that had occupied it for the past two years. On the red velvet, they stood gleaming as though new.
Draco reached inside and, with a trembling hand, removed his own from the box. He turned it around in his fingers, looking at it as though he had never seen it before.
With his other hand, he traced the length of the wand with his finger, his red, watery eyes following it's every move. When the finger reached the base, he seemed to make a decision.
He grasped the wand tightly and moved away from the fireplace. His breathing was hard and quickened. He swallowed hard and stared at the wand.
He turned it upon himself and shut his eyes. He stood in the middle of the room, eyes shut tightly.
In a flash of green, his body fell to the ground in the silence of the house, pure white snow pressing in on all sides, falling lightly to the ground outside the dark window, obscuring all.
A/N: -please don't kill me!- but please do review! And by the way, it's complete ;)