~And One Time He Did~
Sweat dripped down their bodies. They were yelling, maybe for each other, maybe not. Their hearts thundered - how could they remain calm? They'd never gone faster in their lives. Everything ached, inside and out. Smoke filled the air and blurred their vision. Gregory, Vincent, and Draco kept running.
All Vincent could think of was Draco. He prayed to anything that would listen that Draco would be safe. That even if the entire world came spiraling down, Draco would survive, his own life be damned.
He continued throughout the isles. The roaring of the Fiendfyre followed him, pulsated from all directions. The stacks of junk burned and crashed down all around himself and Gregory. He'd gotten separated from Draco a while ago. He hoped that he was alright.
There was nowhere to go. They climbed. Vincent feared that he was going to die. He'd never been afraid of dying before and now he was. Before he could really process the thought of death, Draco and Potter swooped above them on a broom. Weasley followed, grabbing Gregory and heaving him up onto the broom.
Vincent thought he heard Draco yelling at Potter to turn back. His heart jumped - Draco was going to save him. He climbed higher, desperately ignoring the splintering of the wooden chairs falling beneath him. He was not going to fall.
He let out a sigh if relief and joy when Draco's fingers gripped his own, pulling him up. Time seemed to slow as he looked up at the blond; Draco's soot-covered face and wide grey eyes. He loved the feeling of Draco's hand in his. He loved everything about the blond, even as he held tightly onto Potter's waist after years of knowing Potter was Draco's fantasy, his want.
But maybe I'm his need?
The thought barely crossed his mind before the world jerked up, a great blur around him, all the air leaving his lungs. There was an intense heat, a cry of surprise and agony from Draco, before there was nothing.