Chapter Three: Angel Band

Is this what you want?

Yes.

He will no longer remember you.

I know.

You will no longer exist.

I understand.

You will lose everything.

It's okay.

Why are you doing this?

Because I love him.

His feelings will not be the same.

I don't care.

. . .

You may not remember me, but I still remember it all.

"Mister Malfoy!" The booming voice came from the front of the classroom, making Draco perk up his head in response. Facing him, Professor Lupin had slammed the book on the desk which created a loud resounding crack of wood. Even though the professor's anger was not directed at them, all the students began to quiet down—even the golden trio had momentarily ceased their idle chatting to look at the professor.

"I suggest you bring your mind back were your body is, or I shall be forced to give you detention" There was a long pregnant silence after the statement was made. Lupin—Remus Lupin, the professor known for his easy going attitude and happy-do-lucky style of teaching had given a student detention; and it wasn't just any student, it was a Slytherin! Eye trailed from the werewolf's fierce expression, following the man's gaze to a none-too-attentive blonde who sat by the large window.

Draco expression was priceless—rather, there was no expression on his face at all. It was void of any emotion. He simply nodded at the man, without even caring what the teacher had been saying. "I'm sorry professor. It won't happen again" he said in a monotonous voice which was loud enough to reach the highly sensitive ears, like he had said it a million times before. It wasn't that he wanted to make a scene. Harry woke up with an attack this morning; pretending to sleep, he captured the brunette in a death grip hug until the pain subsided and finally faded away. He was tired.

Lupin eyed him carefully before moving back into the lesson. Class ended and all the students came rushing out of the classroom, packing there materials in a haste due to the professor's earlier outburst. None of them wanted to get detention with a werewolf, no matter how friendly the said creature may be. "Malfoy" Lupin's voice called him, making the boy turn around to face his professor. "A moment if you please" beckoning with his finger's for Draco to come closer.

Taking a glimpse at the golden trio, Draco caught Harry's eye before they exited the room. They had Transfigurations next and at the moment, they didn't want to undergo Minerva's wrath as well. Harry gave him an apologetic look as they left the room. Their footsteps fading into the distance, until only silence was heard.

With a sigh, Draco turned to look at his watchful professor who was eyeing his every movement as he walked closer to the desk. In a flash, he found himself slammed against the wall with his air from his lung momentarily knocked out of him due to the force of impact. He was frozen, held against the wall with Lupin's nose traveling to the column of his neck—inhaling his scent. The older man was breathing, taking in as much of the boy's scent with his sensitive wolf's sense of smell.

"Who are you?" The question was more of a demand as Lupin pushed Draco's shoulders farther into the stone wall. His angry eyes looking into Draco's—cold molten silver stared back at him, unmoving. The skin beneath his fingers felt cold; even covered by thick layers of clothing and robes, he could feel the coldness of the pale skin which was emanating from the boy.

"My name is Draco Malfoy" the boy answered him without even a flinch. Gritting his teeth; he bared his fangs and gripped the student tighter with his fingers. There was no movement; there was no cry of pain. Draco's bottom lip had found its way between his teeth, forcing himself to hold back a yelp of pain as the fingers encircles his upper arms which crushing strength. For Harry, he reminded himself.

Again the sensation of the professor's nose against his skin to inhale his scent, this time there was a slick tongue which came in contact with his flash. Draco bit his lip harder—almost drawing blonde. He fought back, but the professor's werewolf strength was too strong for his weakening body. "You are not human" the professor told him now, slamming him harder against the wall. His silver eyed grew wide, feeling the rocks breaking behind him. Lupin knew. The man knew his secret.

Draco swallowed hard before allowing himself to talk. He looked down, planting his gaze to his feet which were dangling a few inches from the floor. "No, I am not" this time, the grip on his arms loosened. He winced as the blood came flowing back.

Lupin moved back, creating some distance between their bodies so that he could observe the boy. Fair skin that was almost pale, short platinum blonde locks that fell towards his face, he watched as the boy lifted his head to look at him—glimmering silver which he had only seen once before. "Who are you?" He asked the boy again.

"I am Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black" Draco answered clearly, letting his proud pureblood heritage strain his words—hoping that the professor would believe him.

"That's impossible"

"But I am!" Draco fought back, regaining the urge to struggle against his captor's hold despite the obvious difference in strength. He glared back, staring into Lupin eyes with the fierce intensity that only Harry was able make.

"They died without an heir"

"That is wrong! I am the rightful Malfoy heir" He yelled now, hating the man for reminding him of his parents' death. He trashed about, forcing the werewolf to finally release him. Dropping to the floor, a wand was immediately pointed directly at his face.

"Don't more" Lupin warned, pointing the wand at the Slytherin boy. "Who are you?" he asked the question for a third time. The previous times he'd asked the question the student imposter had given him a false name—even degrading him to the level of death eater parents. The boy's scent was not that of a human, he had sensed the unknown smell since the blonde came into the classroom.

Draco stood now, unmindful of the wand ready to fire a hex at him. "I am Draco Malfoy" he said clearly, still fighting back using his eyes. "I died during the final battle." The statement made the werewolf freeze, stepping back was the only thing he could do. The boy he faced claimed to be dead, yet he could remember the feeling of flesh which he had gripped and the taste of the boy in his mouth.

"I'm an angel"

"Impossible!" he countered with even letting the boy finish. He watched in awe as angelic wings began to sprout from the boy's back without even breaking the clothing on his back. They were white wings—long and sparkling against the sun. He lost all the will to speak; he was captivated by the enchanting feathers that glistened in front of him.

"Why are you here?" He finally found his voice once Draco had kept his wings. The momentary awe had faded and his brain began to process once more. He asked the now, sitting on his desk while Draco stood in front on him, with his head tilted down. "Is is because one of us is dying?"

"Yeah" was the soft response that came from Draco. The man in front of him already knew. He knows that Lupin could be sword to secrecy—it was a Gryffindor trait that the man never forgot.

"Who?"

"I want a wizard's oath to secrecy" he demanded back, raising his head to meet his professor's eyes. The man nodded and spoke the oath, binding him to the secret. Draco nodded at him, pleased that he had tricked the old Gryffindor so easily. "Harry Potter"

"What are you going to do?"

"Save him" It was the last words that Draco spoke, before moving his hands and enchanting his professor one more time. When he finally disappears, all the memories of his time in this realm as an angel will also be gone from the man's mind—as if it never happened.

. . .

A flashback.

It was the night of Cedric Diggory's death. Student's grieved at the loss of their seventh year champion. The whole school was grieving for the lost of a promising student. The whole wizarding community blamed only one person—Harry Potter. The said boy was currently crying in his arms, Draco had his arms wrapped around the boy protectively as they both sat in front of the burning fire. They sat in the middle of the rug, Draco's dormitory room providing shelter and silence which the Gryffindor boy needed.

After Vincent Crabbe's death and the discovery of the DA's Slytherin counter part, there was a strong alliance which formed between the two houses—this of course was kept hidden from all the parties who were not involved. There was an implausible friendship to be created; it was that of Harry and Draco. The six years of unclear animosity faded as both boys set their differences aside. Harry found an unlikely friend in Draco. With Ron and Hermione announcing themselves as a couple, the third wheel of the trio spent more and more of his time with his secret friend.

Harry blamed himself for Cedric's death. The target of the ploy was him after all. If he had not joined the tournament, the cup would not have been cursed and the older boy would still be alive. Draco watched as the brunette blame himself for the boy's death, much like Pansy had for Vincent's. He held the boy close into his chest. It seems that their bond was being forged closer and closer to death—growing stronger as death closed in one them.

Soon the Gryffindor golden boy quieted down, and found himself falling asleep in the arms of his ex-nemesis and new friend. "Harry you stupid oaf! Get off of me!" Draco complained, removing the boy from his lap. But the stubborn brunette merely curled strong arms on his waist, preventing such and action. A blush painted Draco's cheek in the dark, as the slumbering boy's breath brushed over his ear, whispering out his name.

Yes, he fancied the boy! With every day the affection developing more and more, but he knew the Gryffindor boy could never feel the same. He sighed, feeling Harry's weight shifting almost on top of him in sleep. "Harry~" he moaned out, urging for the boy in his arms to wake up. At sixteen, he could feel the boy's breath on his skin and immediately a strong surge of lust filled his body. "Fuck" he said under his breath. He would not succumb to his body's desires.

Using the levitating charm, he lifted the boy from above him and floated him up into his bedroom. "Harry" he called out to the boy, trying to wake him. Harry merely shifted as he was placed on the bed. He sighed, there was no way he was going to wake the over-fatigued boy tonight. He spelled away Harry's sock and shoes into the corner of the room, along with his tie, robes and vest. He left the brunette in the decency of his shirt and slacks before changing into his night clothes.

Damn, it seems he would be sleeping on the couch tonight. Harry awoke with Draco dressing—it appears the blonde did not notice he was awake. Thanking the blonde for forgetting to remove his glasses, he guiltily let his eyes straw towards the blonde's figure. He watched as the boy removed his black school slacks to reveal creamy pale thighs, lifting a shirt to show a smooth and unscarred back. Harry momentarily wondered if the skin he was seeing was a soft as it looked like. He almost fought back a moan as Draco redressed himself.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled in the most sleep-intoxicated voice that he could musters, lazily moving rolling over to reach for the blonde. Once forgetting the childhood rivalry, he had begun to meet Draco for the person he truly was. It wasn't a snobbish pureblood Malfoy, but a genuine kind hearted young man. It's wasn't hard for Harry to develop feelings for him and with Hermione and Ron going off into their make-out session, he began looking forward to meeting with the blonde more and more.

Draco was shocked to hear Harry call from the bed. He tensed when he heard the other's voice, but quickly relaxed when he saw that the brunette was still sleeping peacefully. "I'm going to sleep on the couch Harry" he replied sweetly, not caring if he let the love interlace with his voice as he gently touched Harry's forehead and kissed him good night.

You never use that voice when I'm a wake, Harry thought, thinking of the next words to come out of his sleepy mouth. "Stay" was the only word he could think off, attempting to pull the blonde with him to the bed while still feigning sleep. He heard Draco laugh, unguardedly—it sounded more genuine and sincere. Truthfully, they had been spending time together, but he had a gut feeling that there was still something unspoken between them. It was like there was a secret still keeping them apart.

"Okay, okay" Draco conceded, getting underneath the covers with the very sleepy—and very touchy brunette. He realized that Harry was a touchy-feely kind a person when the boy immediately spooned behind him, wrapping a strong arm around his waist. "What are yo—u?" he barely let out, feeling the boy nuzzle at the back of nape and into his hair.

"Warm" he heard the half-lidded Gryffindor mumble form behind him, making him sigh and relax. "If you get mad at me in the morning, you'll have hell to pay, scarhead" he mumbled back, also falling asleep.

Harry waited for Draco's breathing to even out. Propping his head on an elbow, he watched as the blonde slept peacefully against him. Once looking past the selfish side of the boy, he realized how beautiful the blonde was. The striking aristocratic features the boy possessed was beyond heavenly! He nearly groaned as he felt the blonde snuggle closer to him, the other boy's heat flooding down to his nether regions. "Stupid git" he whispered, shifting the boy around to face him instead—big mistake.

He watches as Draco's chest steadily moved up in down with every breath. Those rosy pink lips which usually held the Malfoy smirk was slightly parted and inviting. Harry couldn't resist the temptation; moving in, he let touched the Draco's soft lips with his.

It was their first kiss.

. . .

It wasn't because he saved me.

It wasn't just that.

I was in love with him.

Draco sat in the library. To be exact, he sat on a ledge against one of the library large glass windows. He sighed to himself, leaning on the transparent surface. A had curled on the smooth surface as another attack drove into his body in waves, his face wrinkled in pain. He bit his lip, trying to stop himself from crying out. It felt like his chest was about to explode. If not that, it felt like any moment his temporary heart would burst open then stop.

No not yet. Please.

He closed his eyes, trying to beg for the mighty power above him to give him just a bit more time. Time was running out for him, he was pushing the limit of his body as it is. He groaned, loudly now; there wasn't anybody else in the library who would hear him. It was currently transfigurations, today the class was double period and because Minerva had an urgent matter to attend to she gave half of her period for self study. He had snuck away to the back part of the enchanted library which students rarely visited.

Give me a bit more time.

. . .

Angel's band—

Angels have special bands given to them when they enter Heaven; this allows them to enter the realm of Heaven and forbids any other lost souls to enter the realm. Without the angel's band, an angel will not be able to return to heaven. If an angel looses his or her angel's band, the angel must immediately go in search for the band or risk disappearing. Angel's bands can also replenish the angel's energy and gives them enough strength to return to heaven. It can be worn anywhere on the angels body, as long as it stays with the angel at all times. An angel's life energy can also be stored in the Angel's band.

"You seem to be in a good mood Harry" Hermione noted, at the golden trio made their way through the shelves of Hogwart's enchanted library. Even after the war, the wards of the school had been able to hold up against he dark magic and maintained the vast structure with only a few books to be destroyed—it was a few of Lockheart's collection.

"Yeah mate! You've been energetic lately" Ron said, patting the brunette on the shoulder with a loud laugh. "Might it be because of your new boyfriend" He teased, stressing on the word boyfriend to make Harry blush 'til his ears and almost dropping several books which he was carrying.

"Shut up Ron!" Harry hissed under his teeth, glaring at the boy while they walked back to their tables. "You know bloody well that's not true" Okay that could have been a lie. Did Draco affect him that much? He wondered.

"It's true mate! It was like you were a living dead before and now, your back to your normal self!"

"Ron's right, Harry, we've been so worried about you!"

"You don't sleep in class anymore!"

"and you actually finish a meal in the great hall rather than pushing the food around your plate!"

It just that, he wasn't feeling as tired as he used to be. Sure the attacks came, but the tiredness had long gone—like it had lost its effect on him. But it only had been when, Harry paused in realization. It had only been when Draco appeared that the tiredness seemed to fade away. Every time the pain, arrived the blonde seemed to touch him and remove it—a healing touch.

It was more that a month since the angel appeared to him, nothing changed much in his everyday life. Waking up to the blonde angel next to him was a frequent distraction in the morning and he found that if felt comfortable. He like the way the boy felt against his body. It was warm and welcoming. He didn't feel tired as much as he used too since opening his bed for the other boy. Being together just felt—natural. Was it really because of him?

"Did you ever have a feeling…" he barely recognized that it was his own voice speaking. Hermione and Ron stopped their bickering to look at him. "What is it Harry?" they both asked.

"The feeling that you've met someone before?" he asked the question, not really knowing whether or not he wanted the answer from them.

"I think that's possible" Hermione thought aloud, placing a hand on her chin in thought. The next moment she waved had wand and a small book appeared before her while both boys just looked curiously. Scanning over the book, she found her answer. "See here" she said, magnifying the text for Harry to read. "It may be possible for the soul of someone from your past life to meet you again"

"What do you mean past life?"

"I mean…" she paused now, trying to translate her thoughts into something that both boy's could understand. "People don't often die without regret, those who do tend to find ways to communicate with us and finish what ever it is that they regret."

"What about my godfather, Sirus? He didn't come back."

"But Harry, he saved you. I don't think he regrets that."

"Excuse me" he found himself saying, as he stood up. There was a few protest from his friends but he didn't care. He wanted to find Draco.

I want to be able to touch Harry, to be near him.

Harry scanned the library, looking over the small class of seventh year students who were crowding the halls of the area. If it was true, then he was getting better because of Draco. He flung his robes behind him as he walked, eyes searching in between the giant shelves for a glimmer of blonde hair. Maybe Draco was someone he met before? The feeling of closeness he felt with the boy was something he'd felt before, but he just couldn't remember.

Finally, he found the boy on the ledge—seemingly unaware of his presence. The blonde was slumped back against the cold glass, one leg pulled towards him while the other dangles towards the floor, both hands were on his lap; he looked like he was thinking about something. Carefully he approached the angel, his body moving on its own accord. The boy looked beautiful—stunning! It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. He remembered the first time his eyes saw him, the feeling he had at the moment was the same feeling that was pulling on his heart now.

Harry moved closer, quietly observing the features which captivated him—the shimmering platinum blonde hair, pale flushed cheeks… had be been crying? Traces of wetness were on the boy's skin, they dried up now but water marks were still visible on his face. He looked at a swollen bottom lip like the boy had been chewing on it while he cried. Losing all rational thought, he did only what seemed right to him at the moment. He moved in and pressed his lips against the blonde's.

Draco taste sweet, his soft swollen lip tenderly pressed against his own. Immediately on instinct, Draco did what he always longed to do, his hands rose up and wrapped themselves on Harry's neck, pulling the boy deeper into the kiss. Harry's scent filled his senses. The smell was like a drug, he found himself feeling like he was in the air—flying on a broomstick without the fear of falling down. Having the man he loved, holding him like this dulled all his thoughts.

I want to feel the warmth of your embrace.

Draco gripped tighten, refusing to let go of the boy as they kissed. Floods of passion were thrown into the kiss, neither of them realizing it. They both wanted this—an old flame being rekindled. Being in each others arms felt right. Draco let the brunette's touch send fires of pleasure through his skin as Harry's hands found a way inside his robes. The desire was there and he was willing to give himself even just once, but it was wrong. Silver eyes grew open, hands letting go of Harry's neck and moved down to his chest, pushing the boy.

Harry pulled back; unaware of what had just happened. "No" the word didn't register in his head as he lapped on the boy's skin when he'd ripped the white shirt open. There was pale skin revealed to him and all he wanted was to taste it—memorize all the contours of the blonde's body with his tongue. A moan erupted from the boy as he continued; moving his tongue from the neck to the blonde's ear and his hands playing with the boy's nipple.

"Harry" his name on the boy's lips sounded heavenly. "No, stop. Please" Harry continued.

There were only a number of times where Draco had been weak, this was one of them. His knees gave away as Harry pinned him farther against the stone wall behind him. He wanted this, he wanted this so much. He moaned louder, with ever noise he made he grew guiltier. Harry didn't want his; it was just the sharing of life energy which he'd been giving the boy that made him feel this way. He could feel another series of tears fall down his face. "No" he whispered one last time.

Harry froze, seeing the crystal tears fall from Draco's face. He felt his heart almost stop beating at the sight—Draco was crying because of him and he couldn't bear the thought of it. "Draco" he cooed, moving his hand to cup the blonde's face but the boy looked away to avoid his touch. "Please Harry" the voice was void of the usually sarcasm it had. "Stop"

Harry did the only thing, he thought off—he ran.

Draco muffled a cry in his arms, as he pulled his legs closer towards him and curled up in a ball. He was being too selfish. A set of sobs rocked his body. "I'm so sorry Harry" he whispered to the air. He knew he would be leaving soon, all he wanted was to save him—did it really have to cause him this much pain? He cried harder, harder than he'd ever had before even when he was still living. He didn't want to leave him. He wanted to stay.

He wanted to apologize.

"So this is where you've been hiding" a voice called to him. There was a few fluttering pieces of feathers that caught his sight, looking up he saw the owner of the voice—Gabrielle. Draco had spelled his robes fixed, and was about to walk out of the library to find Harry when the higher angel's voice stopped him. "You're more trouble than your worth, you little brat"

"What are you doing here?" he asked in an equally cold voice with a glare, both shocked and afraid when the angel appeared, his fists were curling into fists at his sides.

I want to stay with Harry.

The angel muttered something incoherent before speaking. "I'm taking you back to heaven." He said in anger, pulling Draco's arms and attempting to fly away bit the blonde remained grounded.

"I can't" he merely whispered back, lowering his face to hide his eyes. "I don't have my angel's band anymore" His voice had been void of emotion since the other angel came.

Gabrielle stared at him in shock. "Are you stupid?" The higher ranker angel yelled, yanking on Draco's arm again to make him hiss in pain. "Is he really that important to you?"

"Yes" he answered still looking down.

"You're an idiot" the countered back, yelling even louder than before and gripping Draco's arm even tighter. "You'll lose your life!"

"I know what I'm doing" Draco replied, his voice lower and calmer than it had been before. "I want to… He doesn't know and that's how I want it to be. I've made my choice" he said louder and with more confidence as he looked the taller angel in the eye. "I want him to live"

"You're making a mistake" the man said, letting him go.

"I don't care"

"Why?"

"Because I love him"

. . .

Harry entered his room, almost slamming the portrait as he entered. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were filled with uncertainly. The hair on his head was wilder than before—he looked like a mess. He didn't care. He had basically tried to rape an angel! He had wanted to fell the pale skin against his. He groaned, throwing his books with fury into the wall, hearing its slam echo the quiet room. Somehow he felt that it wasn't the first close encounter he'd experienced with the blonde, but he didn't know why.

"That's because it isn't" a deep voice came from behind him, making him turn around. What met his sight nearly had him crying. The salty tears were already pushing against his wide emerald eyes. James Potter was standing beside him, wings fully sprouted in the space behind him. He still looked young; retaining the age he had when he was murdered. Why now?

"That's because you gave us justice, Harry, when you killed him" he answered the silent question again, moving closer enclose Harry's body with his slightly taller frame. "Lily and I are so proud of you" he whispered, holding his long beloved son into his arms.

"You are here because of Draco" Harry said, pulling away from the embrace and creating space between them. Another wave of guilt hit him as he watched his father nod. James looked apologetically at him before speaking again.

"Do you remember him, Harry?" he asked, looking into Harry's emerald eyes and searching for the answer. He knew it was there. The feelings Harry had for the boy was far stronger than that and his memories were still locked away in his heart somewhere.

"Remember him? Why?" he answered the question with another. What was he missing? What did his father mean to remember him? He didn't understand but he wanted to.

"He seems familiar, does he not?"

"Yes"

"You've met him before. Think Harry" and Harry didn't he tried to remember, but no memories from before the first time he'd seen the angel appeared in his mind. He couldn't remember a thing, but it was all so familiar.

"There's nothing, dad" he said back, almost to the brink of tears now. If there were memories he'd forgotten, he wanted to know them. He wanted to remember them. "Tell me"

"Not yet" was his father's only reply.

"Then why are you here?" he asked, changing the topic before his tears fell. His father was here with him now and there was a reason for it.

It was James' turn to shift uncomfortably. "Draco's dying" the statement shocked Harry more than he would have liked.

"Dying? What do you mean?"

"For you Harry" The realization hit him. Why didn't he realize it sooner? The attacks were almost deathly when the blonde angel arrived. But soon after that all the symptoms started fading. He found energy again; he could laugh, argue with Ron and even finish a whole meal again. That time, Harry thought remembering when he was in the corridor and the pain stopped when the boys pounced on him.

"Tell me dad" he said lowering his eyes, James knew that look all too well. "He never lost his angel's band did he?"

James also looked saddened and sighed. "No"

It was all because he'd been there. He took away the pain. "I understand" Maybe James didn't know his boy that well, shocked as Harry's answer came. "Please take him back with you, okay?" The request sounded like a plea from Harry's lips, asking his father to save the boy he'd grown fond of over the past few months.

"You'll die" he barely held himself, knowing what his son's was giving up.

"That's my fate dad." Harry explained, turning away from his father. "He had a chance to live with you in Heaven"

"You'll have a less than a month if he leaves"

"I understand." Harry listened as a pair of wings fluttered behind him, but he didn't want to watch his father disappear right before him eyes. His eyes grew heavy, lidded and sleep took over his body. A dream consumed his consciousness and he remembered everything.

. . .

Love—

The meaning of the word was very much the same no matter which side of the fountain you were on.

Love for a human. Love for someone who still walks on Earth.

Wanting to do everything for the person you love,

It's all the same.

That's love.

Even if I lose my life.

I want to do it for him.

Draco felt his legs, almost giving way as he walked up the steps towards Harry's room. Did Harry hate him now?

I've stayed here for over two months now.

I still feel the same for him.

I wanted to save him.

He remembered seeing Harry in the corridor on the first day; the boy fought to kept his curse a secret.

Stubborn Gryffindor was always so strong.

I guess that makes me love him more and more.

I want to give him a chance at life.

A life that he deserves.

Saying the password, he walked into the room to see the boy lying down on the couch. "Stupid Gryffindor" he found himself muttering, his acts reminiscent of the incident after Cedric's death. He whispered a levitating charm and floated the boy towards the bedroom and planting a kiss on the boy's forehead, over his scar. He sighed, letting his finger gently touch over the long inflicted wound. "Scarhead" he murmured fondly, the insult more like a pet name for him now. He didn't expect Harry's eyes to flutter open.

"Dad came to me today" Harry said, shifting on the bed to give the blonde a little more room. "You can go back now. They found your angel's band" He said, lying. He was silently thankful that Draco had placed the blankets over him, with his hand—both hands clutching into tight fists but his expression and voice remained unchanged.

"Oh" Draco kept the disappointment under his voice. He never lost his band in the first place. But still the hand on Harry's head kept stroking.

Just a little more and I'll give you my all.

"Yeah" Harry said smiling. "There's no need for you to stay here anymore" he spoke calmly and steadily—almost even putting a happy tone in his voice.

Draco moved away. "Uhm thanks." He said standing up and fixing his clothing. "I can go now" he sighed, moving for the door. The pain was building in his chest and the tears were once again fighting his eyes. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave yet. He wanted to be with Harry. One last kiss, he thought moving closer.

I thought I had more time.

Harry didn't object when the blonde placed a kiss against his lips, but he didn't respond either—it was the last kiss, an act of separation. "Good bye" he heard the blonde whisper just before the door clicked closed. He sighed. Just when he finally remembered who he was; Draco had been his friend, his ally and he wanted him to be his lover. It was selfish for him to let the blonde stay. He curled up to a ball in Draco's side of the bed, hugging the pillow the other often used—it still had his scent.

I can't leave you just yet.

"I'm sorry Harry. I guess I lied to you again"

Even if my heart and body will no longer be.

My love for you won't fade.

It will stay.

I'll watch over you.

Until my end.

. . .

Author's Note:

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