Little Wonders Chapter 2: City, a harry potter fanfic

Warning: This will be a SLASH story! So if you don't like, don't read my story. If you don't like slash pairings and still read this, then that is your own fault for reading it anyways, so do not flame me because you don't like my pairing. Thank you.

Pairings: Drarry

Rating: T

Category: General/Romance/Drama/Hurt/Comfort

Summary: The war had been won. But why is Harry not celebrating? How will Draco be able to help the Savior of the Wizarding World?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Merely my fanfics including the characters.

Author's Note: This is another Songfic. I picked this song because it fits Harry pretty well too. I hope you all like it. Please review/comment. Thank you so much.

Beta Reader(s): Willowsnake and TheMightyTurkey

Song: City by Hollywood Undead

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City

Let's watch it burn

Let's watch this city burn the world

Night lay upon Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest. There was no moon, only the stars that shed their glittering light over the castle and trees. Silence filled the room as Harry stood on the balcony of the Astronomy Tower, overlooking the destruction that still fell over the castle and forest. It had only been a couple of months since the end of the war, yet there was still evidence of what had happened that one night.

Let's watch this city burn

From the sky lines on top of the world

Till there's nothing left in her

Let's watch this city burn the world

Everyone was down in the Great Hall, celebrating the Dark Lord's defeat, some even discussing on how they were going to start to rebuild the school. More people had volunteered to help than Harry would have thought there would be. But he was still plenty grateful that they all wanted to help rebuild the one true place where he felt at home.

My body doused in ash with two empty cans of gas

The only evidence they have is a police sketch of my mask

And it's hard at times to ask if you can save my heart for last

And it's hard to face the facts when the darkness fades to black

Harry sighed with exhaustion as he closed his eyes. He had scarcely slept since that dreadful night. It seemed that every time he would close his eyes, everything would just replay and come back to him in a matter of seconds. The yells, the dreams, all who gave their lives. It haunted Harry to no end.

It's not just make believe when they make me take a seat

And they put amphetamines in the air and make me breathe

So come on a grab your children look out for burning buildings

And villains who pillage they kill them by the millions

Harry didn't know how long he stood there, staring out to the land below him, and truthfully, he didn't care all that much. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening brought Harry out of his thoughts.

Footsteps reached his ears as whoever it was entered the room behind him, but Harry didn't turn around. Their steps grew louder as they went to stand beside him.

And billions of people die for a lost cause

So now I pray to my nation destroyed under god

It's the end of the world

All my battles have been won but the war has just begun

"What are you doing up here?" Harry blinked at the familiar voice before bewildered emerald eyes met calm silver-blue. The two stared at each other before Harry averted his eyes back over the balcony. There was a moment between the two wizards before Draco broke it again.

"Why aren't you celebrating like everyone else?"

"There's nothing really to celebrate," Harry answered truthfully. Draco blinked in surprise before his brow drew together in confusion.

"What are you talking about? You won the war, Potter. What better of an excuse do you need?" Draco watched as Harry's body suddenly became rigid.

Let's watch this city burn

From the sky lines on top of the world

Till there's nothing left in her

Let's watch this city burn the world

Harry's eyes flashed as he spun around to face Draco, his voice was level, but tense with anger.

"And at what cost? Too many people died, Malfoy! It . . . it wasn't supposed to be like this." Harry's anger faded at the end, a wave of sadness and grief washing over him briefly.

A tense silence fell over the two as Draco studied Harry closely. He finally noticed the dark bags under his eyes. If he was correct, and he usually was, the brunet had also lost some weight.

The city looks so pretty do you want to burn it with me?

Till the skies bleed ashes and this fucking skyline crashes

They catch us with matches and ignite the flame

And all the hopes of a youth deemed fucking insane

"What do you mean?" When Harry simply looked away Draco felt his own anger begin to take course. Faster than Harry could see, Draco suddenly reached out and grabbed onto his arms, his grip firm, almost painful, as he forced Harry to face him.

Harry looked up and met steel silver-blue eyes, a swarm of multiple emotions swirling within their depths.

"What do you mean, Potter?" But Harry stayed silent. He merely gazed into Draco's eyes, never faltering. As he stared into the emerald pools, Draco was suddenly struck with a concerning thought.

"What . . . what did you do?" Once more, his question was only answered with silence.

They say take the pill, in God we trust, go and kill

God loves us, as in live, as in death, breathing until there is no breath

I will not die in the night but in the light of the sun

With the ashes of this world in my lungs

Feeling is anger come back once again, Draco's grip tightened on Harry's arms, his fingers digging into his skin, as he shook him just slightly.

"Dammit, Potter, what did you do?" Harry's emerald eyes suddenly grew hard before he shoved Draco away from him, his voice sharp.

"I didn't do anything, Malfoy!" He glared at the blond for a moment before his eyes turned sad once more. Quickly turning away from Draco, Harry turned back toward the balcony. Moonlight washed over the two teens, casting heavier shadows on their faces.

"I . . . I just didn't want so many people to die," Harry started as his eyes turned up to the glittering stars above. "They didn't deserve to die."

But who am I to say let's all just run away

Grabs your saints and pray we'll burn this world today

It's the end of the world

As in heaven, as in earth, we've been dead since our birth

Harry sighed fitfully and shivered slightly as a cool breeze wrapped around him. Why was he even telling Malfoy, of all people, this? Why did he even bother? What could he possibly gain by getting him to pour everything out to the blond? Nothing. That's what.

"They made a choice." Harry started at the blond's voice. He had almost forgotten that he was out here. He then blinked with confusion as he turned back to face the other.

Let's watch this city burn

From the skylines on top of the world

Till there's nothing left in her

Let's watch this city burn the world

"What?" Draco stared at him, his face giving nothing away but understanding.

"They made a choice, Potter. And they chose freedom. They chose to follow you." Harry's previous anger enveloped him again.

"But I didn't want that! I wanted everyone to be safe from it all! How can I be called a hero if I can't even save the people around me?" Draco shook his head as he stepped closer to the brunet.

"You can't save everyone, Harry." Said wizard blinked at the use of his given name. "You're not to blame for their deaths. They made a choice to follow you. They knew the risks in doing it, but they still fought alongside you."

Let's watch it burn

Harry stared at Draco with slight disbelief. Was he really trying to make Harry feel better? His rival? But the war was over, there was no point in continuing the simple squabble. He was brought back from his trailing thoughts as Draco stood in front of him, his body heat barely noticeable against the chilling night.

This city looks so pretty, do you want to burn it with me

"Instead of feeling sorry for yourself and for the people who were lost in the war, you should be honoring their lives." Harry felt a stab of pain from Draco's words. He knew it was true, but it still hurt to hear it.

Against his will, the memories of the war began to come back to him in flashes before he quickly pushed them away, not wanting to think about it at the time.

We'll use the trees as torches, do you wanna burn it with me

We'll flood the streets with corpses, do you wanna burn it with me

We'll watch the city fucking bleed, do you wanna burn it with me

And bring the world to its knees, do you wanna burn it with me

Harry opened his mouth, about to protest but was cut off when Draco suddenly leaned forward and captured Harry in a passionate kiss, startling the brunet. Instinctively, Harry's hands flew up to Draco's shoulders to push the taller teen away.

. . . But instead, they gripped the taller wizard's shoulders tighter, keeping him in place. Harry glanced at his traitorous hands, dumbfounded for a moment before he was brought to Draco as the blond wrapped his arms around his small waist.

Let's watch this city burn

From the sky lines on top of the world

Till there's nothing left in her

Let's watch this city burn the world

Slowly, after what seemed like hours, but was merely a few minutes, the two pulled away from each other, leaving only a few inches between them. Harry's eyebrows drew together in confusion, not sure what to make of what had just happened. He slowly looked up at Draco, and was quickly taken into the silver-blue depths of the young man's eyes.

Harry opened his mouth, not sure what he was going to say, but he just had to say something. Before he could even utter a word, Draco chuckled, confusing the smaller teen even more. Harry watched as Draco leaned forward and pressed a light kiss on the brunet's forehead, right over the famous scar. Harry's eyes fluttered slightly at the sensation it brought him.

Let's watch this city burn

From the skylines on top of the world

Till there's nothing left in her

Let's watch this city burn the world

"You worry too much, Harry." Said boy's eyes darted up to meet Draco's before the other swooped in to kiss him once more. This time, though, Harry willingly responded back, his hands that were once going to push the other away, pulled him in tighter, causing the space between them to diminish to nothing.

Later on, Harry would suppose that Draco had been right. He should honor the people who had willingly given up everything, even their lives, for their freedom.

Let's watch it burn

Let's watch this city burn the world