For The 300 Followers Prompts, Number 26!!!

For the 300 followers prompts, number 26!!!

Since this idea was worth almost crashing while riding my bicycle listening to Heather, so here we go.

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Dialogue prompt - 26. " You love me like I'm the only person who deserves your love " " but you are the only person who deserves my love " | STORY TELLING | mild hurt comfort |

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I remember the day when for the first time you stirred something inside me. It wasn't disastrous but my heart became a traitor and I forgot what it felt like to see you otherwise. You had stood before me and awkwardly apologized for everything you've ever done me bad for but I could see it how hard it was for you, I think I accepted your apology never knowing it'd ever turn into something so beautiful.

I remember when I first saw your smile, first saw you laughing, the Actual laughing, not the snickering or laughing at insults, you laughed at a joke I told and my threefold heart raced once again. I never knew a smile could be so beautiful and a sound could ever be more homely but there was you, so breath takingly and effortlessly beautiful. But I think you had swore to the lords to always prove me wrong, no matter what.

I also remember when you told me you were getting engaged. I was perhaps not in love with you then but I might've been falling anyways but I knew it when it stung me like all the bee's kept sucking my blood but I smiled because you had to go back to your hive. I didn't stop you and when I finally saw you getting married,I finally realised how much I loved you. I should not have fallen for you, I knew it but I think my heart never really ever belonged to me after you had apologized, after you had smiled at me, after you had laughed with me, after you had held my hand in a casual touch, after you had given me the simplest reasons to sleep at night with a smile upon my face. It started belonging to you somewhere along the time and even then I didn't complain. You had two hearts, one of hers and one of mine but then again you are a real charming heart throb, only I wished you had chosen mine.

But I settled for being your best friend, your single best friend you set unsuccessful dates up on, your friend you watched the quidditch match with every Friday night, your friend you went shopping with, your friend who gave you advise on what to gift next, your friend who took you out on Saturday's just so you got out, your friend who sang with you the chorus of endless love , your friend who lied about not having found the one, you friend who gave you marriage advise, I settled for it all as long as I had you near me. I settled knowing that i didn't do a sin confessing how I felt about you even though it hurt me Everytime I saw your face with your new wife. I settled for less.

But I remembered how happy you were after you had gotten married, how happy you were when you saw the bride walking down the isle, how happy you had been with the girl who you thought was from your dreams, how happy you were when you Returned from your honey moon, how happy you were when you knew you were expecting a baby, how happy you had been all along and I wondered what would had happened if I had been the one giving you that happiness but it didn't matter because one look at you and your wife, I'd known you'd never had chosen me.

But then one day you knocked on my door, you looked tired and I summoned you inside my house, offered you tea and you talked, you talked and you talked, and finally you told that you needed a divorce. I was shook because I thought you were the happiest couple in the world but you had told me how one perceives their relationship, how it was all about concealing, that you hadn't been happy after third year of marriage, that you didn't even sleep in the same room anymore. I was confused and you told me you were Afraid you couldn't do this but I remember giving you advise to work on your marriage again, to give her another chance because I could see in the little flickers in your eyes that you looked for that answer, you hoped I'd answer for you to try again. You might've thought why I had told you this but I was in love with you, I knew what you needed to hear be it if it was a pain to me, I gave you what you needed to hear and you left that night repeating that you'd give the marriage another try and I thought that was it for me. I thought this was my last straw, that I should move on after all this time.

And I did, or at Least tried to, I tried dating people, I went off, had fun with other people but their eyes didn't blink the same way, their smile didn't cage my heart, their lips didn't quirk the same way, their eyes didn't smile with their mouth, their hands were not as warm, their body was not as warm, them sharing their jacket wasn't the same, nothing was the same Because it wasn't you. I remembered I cried then the first time realising how foolishly I had been in love with you all these years that my heart didn't yearn but for you and you were there giving your marriage another try. I remember I stood before your House that very night, thinking I couldn't hold it anymore, that you needed to know but I couldn't do this. I loved you too much to snatch you away from Someone you love.

But thing's were never supposed to be that simple Because the day you turned to me for comfort again, you told me you knew my secret. I had asked what secret but your eyes spoke for you. I didn't say anything to you after that, I didn't comment because I had no agreeing to do nor denying, I was in love with you, how could I not be. But then you asked me something so unusual that I never thought you'd ask me in my entire life.

" why ?"

I frowned asking you what that why had been for.

" when that women couldn't love me, why do you ? Why have you loved me for long enough than my wife have ? How have you ?"

And I smiled at you, telling you how I didn't fell in love with the way you talked or the way you smirked or the way you dressed up or the way you learnt things, I fell in love with you because you became someone that was so hard to become, I fell in love with you because you're ugly too like me with scars that remained with you, I fell in love with you because you reminded me of spring, I fell in love with you because you had told me one day that a garden isn't dead until the last of the grass twig have dried up, I fell in love with you and not your things or your Beauty but your brain, your heart and you.

You had stared at me for long enough perhaps figuring out what to reply, but I didn't need one. I had caged my feelings in a tiny safe box and now I had given it to you and it was only yours now.

And after I had thought you wouldn't say anything else you told me

" you love me like I'm the only one who deserves your love "

" but Draco, you are the only who deserves my love "

And you had smiled at me, faintly telling me with your sparkling eyes you had loved me too someday, maybe yesterday, maybe an year from before, or maybe the first time we met in the robe shop but you had loved and I had loved you too.

But it was about starting new. You told me to start new, you told me you had to start new and so the next morning you came to my House with those signed divorce papers and then only you filled my brimming pot seeking a kiss from you, you finally kissed me like you had been saving yourself for me for ages and I had too..

We had lost so much time, I told you but you only replied

" if this life isn't enough, I'd find you again in the next and then there won't be Anyone for me but you "

Sorry for such a short prompt.

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One where they died together

For @drarrymicrofic prompt : sleepy

TW- DEATH!

" can you-" he gulped down his tears, bringing his breath back from erratic " can you- hold on to me ?"

Harry leaned down pressing his forehead against his, his tears dropping over draco's soft cheeks.

" of course " harry whimpered holding onto draco's wounded body.

Draco breathed in his scent, his tears, his eyes, his lips, his nose, his face, just him, retaining him in his memory one last time and he finally slept with his eyes closed shut and soul evaporating in dust.

Harry too had slept just after one more moment so he when he meet him again, he could tell draco how still beautiful he looked, how even in those moments he was more beautiful than that beautiful palace they got Buried under.

Random I guess.

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pls do a part two of after the autumn 🥺

Hi anon, thank you for making me do it. Here's the part 2-

After the autumn part 2

congrats on 300!! you absolutely deserve it and more. and since we all love some angst how about 22. “Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.” with harry saying that to draco because the more hurt the better. or 20. “Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.” set in hbp were their dating and harry's having the voldemort nightmare were his scar hurts. whatever you want, thank you❤

Okay, I'm sorry In advance. Thank you anon. Prompt 22 updated on list.

Just one eclipse

Dialogue Prompt 20- could you take this pain away? It hurts so much .. help me

TW- ANGST | HURT MOSTLY LESS COMFORT

" so much pain for someone so young "

" hey i know I'm a bit late but I was just picking up these Oran- harry ?" Draco immediately crouched to the ground next to a weeping harry, rubbing his back.

" love, hey, hey, what happened ?" Draco asked as he sat down properly over the ground, trying to calm him down but harry kept sobbing in draco's white shirt, soaking him through.

" harry, what happened ? Did someone say something to you or what ?" Draco whispered as he passed his hands through Harry's hair after having embraced him in a hug.

" it hurts " harry choked on his own sobs.

" where? Where does it hurt ?" Draco asked as he created some distance between them to see any signs of any injuries upon his boyfriend..

" it hurts and I'm so tired of it " harry sobbed again.

Draco frowned as he wiped Harry's tears from his sleeves, kissing his forehead.

" what happened harry ?" He asked again.

" I can't sleep " harry replied in soft whimpers.

" why ?" Draco asked again as he harry hiccupped.

" these nightmares. They don't go away. It still hurts " harry replied

" even after those sleeping potions and those muggle sleeping pills ?" Draco asked

" I thought they'd stop but they didn't. He still" he hiccupped " comes in my dreams. I can see him murdering people, torturing them. It hurts draco. It hurts so much " harry started weeping again.

Draco's heart leaped with guilt as he hugged harry again, rubbing smooth circles on his back " it'll be fine one day "

" please, just- could you take this pain away . It's hurts to much " harry cried " help me draco, help me "

But draco couldn't. He couldn't help him except for rubbing circles on his back, kissing his face momentarily, assuring him that one day everything would be fine. There was nothing he could do. He swore he'd take away his pain if he could. He swore if he could take away the pain inflicted upon harry, he'd take it, he swore he would, but only he couldn't. He knew he couldn't.

But wasn't he hurting too !?

When they met again around the black lake again in the cold night a few days after December had begun, harry was doing better, he was hurting but he was doing better. Draco wasn't but he swore to himself he'd never let harry knew he was suffering. He couldn't afford harry losing his Sanity because draco was suffering. He just couldn't do that to him. In their little bubble, Harry was rested against draco's chest, his arms wrapped around his torso, muttering about the weird incidents happening in the school.

" everything's weird. These incidents. Who do you think are behind this ?" Harry asked softly.

Draco gulped as disgust brimmed his head but he replied in soft humour " you need to know everything, don't you" because draco wasn't ready yet, he wasn't ready to tell yet. He swore to himself he would but he was afraid of learning that he was thinking of breaking that swore promise.

"no, but it's just- it's weird. It's creating a bad influence upon everything you know " harry replied before he looked up and kissed draco softly over the cheeks without a reason.

" what was that for ?" Draco asked frowning.

" I gotta make these count you know, what if something happened to you and you have to be sent back home or something " harry shrugged looking back at the trees above them again.

Draco's face scrunched in disgust with tears glimmering his eyes. He hated himself. He so-

" hey, what have you been doing around the seventh floor corridor lately ?"

" what ?" Draco froze fearing he'd been caught, his heart racing faster. He couldn't tell now, not now, maybe after Christmas, not now.

" the seventh floor corridor. Around the room of requirements?" Harry asked with furrowed face looking at Draco.

" room of requirements is on seventh floor, I didn't know that " draco lied

" you literally caught me there last year, how could you forget ?" Harry asked as he straightened up and fetched their warm water bottle.

" I don't know. I never paid that much attention " draco shrugged his right arm crossing under his head, looking away somewhere in the forest to calm his nerve wrecking heart beat.

" can I say something ?" Harry asked after a while of having stared at Draco.

" yeah ?" Draco frowned

" why have you been so distant lately? I see it in your eyes, you're shielding something from me "

" what? No. It's nothing harry " draco assured him.

Harry still wasn't convinced but didn't question it again " you'd tell me if there's something right ?"

Draco felt everything inside him shift, like every inch of his body was rearranging himself as he looked at Harry's hopeful face. He was hurting not only himself but harry too. He knew the day would come when he'd have to come clean but the thought of Harry wanting draco to be alright, knowing that there was Something wrong with his boyfriend, knowing that draco was concealing something from him was crushing draco beyond comprehension. But harry came in his concealment too, he was concealing harry from the pain whether he was failing at it or not, he was. He was trying to.

" of course harry. Why would I hide anything from you ?"he smiled.

Harry smiled back " good " and drank his water again.

But maybe the happiness was bound to cease in their Little bubble on this very night of December, changing everything they had been through with so far.

The bottle of warm water in Harry's hand slipped colliding with the ground, drenching draco's left hand.

" merlin- I'm so sorry " harry rambled as he took out his handkerchief and tried dabbing draco's hand only Draco pulled away wincing.

" it's okay, it's nothing " draco mumbled crawling backwards.

" draco, the water was hot alright, let me just-"

" I said I'm fine " draco raised his voice affirmatively.

" draco let me just take a look-"

" I said I'm fine " draco sternly replied shaking his hand to drip the remaining water.

Harry rolled his eyes, dropping the handkerchief pretending to give up until Draco lightened up and pulled his hand when he didn't paid enough attention.

" see your sleeve's all wet" harry struggled keeping draco's hand to himself.

" harry, please, no. Just leave it " draco's voice broke as he struggle retrieving his hand back. Not today, just not today.

" Just shut up and let me see-" harry rolled his eyes as he oped draco's cuff Button's and started rolling his sleeve's backwards.

" harry, please no. I beg you " draco whimpered.

" stop being dramatic. Let me- " he stopped all together. His movements, his breathing, his hands, his mind, his heart, his body, everything stopped altogether when his eyes fell upon the dark mark.

" y-yo- you- you're one of them " harry stammered, his grip on draco's hands loosening too much.

" harry- I- I wanted to-to tell you " draco stammered, his eyes glimmering with tears.

" yo- you-" But Harry covered his mouth with his hands with a gasp standing up.

Draco immediately stumbled up, closing his distance with him but harry raised his hands to stop him.

" yo- you're one of them " harry couldn't believe him, or draco, or anything right now. Everything seemed too ridiculous to be believable but instead of Humour raising a laughter in him, his eyes filled with tears threatening to spill.

"I- I didn't wanted to be one harry, please just let me explain-"

" explain? What are you going to explain that you didn't have a choice. Save your bullshit draco " harry shouted.

" harry please-"

" no, I- I need to go " harry started picking up his thing's from the ground but draco didn't allow so, interrupting everything harry tried to pick up.

" please, harry, please let me explain " draco cried as he remained on his knees holding Harry's cloak in his arms.

" what will you explain draco ? And all these month's y- you lied to me. You being a- a- death Eater is one thing but lying, you lied to me draco " harry cried snatching away his cloak, putting it on.

" I had no choice. You have to understand-"

" no, you see, you had a choice but with your crippling fear of everything you became one. You betrayed me draco "

" you betrayed me " harry softly whispered and somehow it hurt more than the yelling. Harry saying he betrayed him crushed something in draco he didn't know existed, like his Insides has suddenly been filled with stones and he felt heavy. It was like every limb of his body was being torn apart by 3 simple words and draco couldn't stop crying.

" out of all the people, you know me. You knew me better than anyone else. You knew what he did to my parents and how I feel about everything yet you went ahead and became one of them " harry cried looking away as to look anywhere but draco.

" I'm- I'm sorry harry. I never wanted this. You have to understand I lied for your safety-"

" my safety? You lied to me draco. You hurt me like nobody else ever had and you call it safety. Use your brain draco " harry replied with disgusted expressions.

" I can't even look at you right now- and- and you kissed me- ugh- I- what did I ever do to you?"

" harry, please " Draco cried " please hear me out. You are the best thing ever happened to me but I never wanted this-"

" you- you tried to kill Ron " harry deadpanned with sudden realisation

" I didn't wanted to-"

" but you did.. I - I- what if it was me ?" Harry asked pointing his chest.

"I never wanted to do any of it harry. Please trust me-"

" trust you? Do you think I'd ever be Able to trust you with anything anymore ? I loved you draco- I loved you and you- you broke me " harry cried, his face scrunching in pain.

Draco's lips whimpered as he left out a harsh sob trying to approach harry but he stopped him again.

" you hurt me draco " harry sobbed with a heavy heart. He wanted to scream loudly, hurt draco, throw things at him but the thought of even hurting draco hurt him right. Everything about him hurt too much for him to do anything but cry.

" I loved you draco " harry whispered shaking his head and walked away with draco collapsing to the ground with screeching tears, his mewls and his groans. He left him there and he never Walked back to him. For him it was as If the world has collapsed, all of him had caved inside him as he sat there on the cold floor crying to himself how he couldn't stop the pain, how he hurt harry, how he broke harry. He remained there wishing to be dead but Today was when he felt too alive, because it hurt. It hurt to be alive.

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Month's had passed since harry last saw of draco, month's since he saw him run away with death eaters on the day Dumbledore died, months since Severus Snape killed him. And harry had never thought of Draco until that day when a tiny black owl pecked Harry's window Only once, dropped the letter on the table and flew away just as silently as it had came.

Frowning harry picked up the letter, Turned on the night light and sat down on his bed reading the letter addressed to him.

" we're too young, too fragile to be in pain, to be in vain.

I know you loved me first but don't think I didn't fall for you too harry. Perhaps you fell first, I fell harder for you. I know you hate me with every vein that runs in you but that night if you had given me a chance I'd had explained to you everything but if I were you and you were me I'd probably do the same thing.

But I don't want to talk to you about that day or anything about that, I want to tell you how much I still really love you even when you hate me. I love you so much that I can live with knowing you feel at least something towards me, hatred be it. I had months craving sunshine in those dark dungeons, in the manor but then I realised, my sun wasn't the star that shone so bright in the day, it was you. You are my sun, in dying and in rising each day and maybe, just maybe I might even be your moon because we can never be together at the same time of the day. We can't be together, we can't be seen together because even If I am there, you're too bright, too good, too yellow that I remain dim, unrevealed. You're too bright for someone as dark as me and I understand that but I am nothing without you. There can be no moon without the sun. The Universe is blessed to have you in existence, and maybe we all are nothing without you but I read this that in an eclipse, there is the sun, the moon and the earth, our earth perhaps is our pain, our sufferings, our differences that comes in between, but in all realities I'd do anything to be with you even if it's for few seconds and you're only there to shadow me because every moment with you is worth breathing and without you, it's not. Even if I get to only to share that eclipse with you, I'd make sure it lasts forever, it'll be my little infinity.

Planet's revolve around you harry, but I hope you won't forget me.

I hurt you but I know I'll spend the rest of my life ruining myself that I had lost my mind to hurt you. And I'll spend my life waiting for you.

I hope in your big heart one day you can find it in yourself to forgive me. I will love you for as long as the Universe Exists.

Only yours,

DLM "

Harry sniffed, tears dripping down on the piece of parchment with already wet blotches from draco before.

And he only cried in memories of all the Times that were good and all the times there wasn't so much pain. All the times when he didn't try to focus on denying to be in love with draco, in all the Times harry still thought of him and it made him happy.

And he Stared out in the rainy sky, waiting for only one eclipse. Just one that'd last forever.

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One More Moment

warning: mcd

“Can I hold onto you for one more moment? Only a moment, I promise. Can you stay with me for a while to love you and be loved by you, Draco? If we have to say goodbye, can I drown in your presence one last time?”

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4th November, 2006

Outside, it’s quiet. Too quiet. The moon casts a faint, yet desolate light in the sky, clouds drifting like veils across it. Flecks of stars in the lilac-grey sky. It’s beautiful, yet quiet. Perhaps, it’s the silence in his mind that filters out the sounds around him. Or, perhaps, in the moment, it’s the weight of what he has to do now.

“Draco?” He interlaces his fingers with Draco’s cold ones, tightens it for a brief moment, lifting his other hand to brush the small strands of hair out of his face, “Oh, we don’t have a forever, do we?”

“I – I’m sorry,” In the timbre, the cadence of his voice as Draco whispers the words causes his heartbeat to quicken for a moment and his fingers pause the slow movements, a small, small knot in his throat.

Draco lifts his head from the brunet’s chest and reaches up, cups his face, his fingers tremble ever so slightly. A tear trickles down his cheek, “I’m so, so sorry, Harry.”

He leans into the touch to savor the touch, the slight warms while his heart breaks a bit more. He curls his fingers into Draco’s maroon sweater, and, with a small sob, he pulls him closer, Draco is warm and familiar. He is solid and safe. Harry wants to cling to him, bury his face into the curve of his stay that way forever. “Fifteen more minutes,” A beat, “we have fifteen more minutes.”

“It’s not forever, Harry,” The corners of his mouth downturn while he closes his eyes, breathing out the words as if it would be his last ones, “we can’t have our forever.”  

“No, perhaps not, but if we have fifteen more minutes –” He whispers, voice a touch uncertain, “can I hold onto you for one more moment? Only a moment, I promise,” A beat, “can you stay with me for a while to love you and be loved by you, Draco?”

One more moment. One more moment to love him, to be loved by him. If fifteen minutes is the most he has with Draco, it will be the forever, the small, small infinity. A faint quiver returns in his voice, “If we have to say goodbye, can I –” Draco’s hand contracts in his shirt, a weak thump against his chest, “can I drown in your presence one last time?”

“One last time, yes” Draco places his forehead over his, “so, while my heart still beats, hold me for one more moment, love me for while more –” He shifts in place with a whimper, “I’ll drown in your presence while you drown in mine,” A beat, “one last time.”

He whispers a soft charm as his heart clenches a bit more in his chest. A white light swirls in front of him the moment he closes his eyes, evicting more tears, and the defenses in his mind crumble with the new intrusion.

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He walks over to the lake with Draco, fingers interlaced, a soft silence in the air. The sun was on his back, yet the air was crisp and cold. It cascades a soft, warm light over the water. The black lake. Not so far from where it had first occurred. Where he had first had a conversation with Draco right after the war. The moment where it had started. A truce, for one. A second chance.

He turns to face Draco. The dawn had turned his hair gold. Put colour in his cheeks which wasn’t present before. He inches closer to him, raises a free hand to cup Draco’s cheek and traces his thumb across the oh-so familiar cheekbone.

Draco places a soft kiss over the scar on his forehead. He can’t find the words to describe the tight pain in his chest. The overwhelming fear and grief that was flows through him.

Instead, he encloses his lips over Draco’s one more time. Perhaps, for the last time. Soft, yet immersive. Gentle, yet powerful all the same. It causes his heart to race.

Harry rests his forehead over Draco’s.

Holds onto him for one more moment.

Grey.

He could stare into his eyes forever.

Yet, he didn’t have a forever with Draco, did he?

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On top of the Eiffel tower, he leans further into the railing, eyes half-closed, while his fingers curl around the narrow peak of the iron. Soft laughter and whispers echoes behind him yet it’s faraway. One of his fondest memories. A replica of it in his mind, for now. He inhales, breathing in the night, wispy air while he casts a glance at the blur of iridescent lights below. Paris.

He can recall waking up late in the morning, heading to the patisserie down the road for black coffee and croissants – sitting outside under a parasol with a cigarette whilst Draco scrunched his nose up at the smell and buried himself in a pretentious paperback. Spending the afternoon wandering in old castles, old museums, old streets.

He is in the moment closest to his heart.

The night he had proposed.

He turns his head to the side and places his hand over Draco’s, a breath caught in his throat, while he relishes the soft, familiar warmth. Light – a beautiful, remarkable light – was present in Draco’s eyes. A fond, sort of childish amusement. It was too hard to breathe in that moment, a clawing at his throat, yet he manages a weak smile.

Oh, in that moment, he loves him more and more.  

Draco loves him too.  

Draco inches closer to him, fingers interlaced, tears in the corners of his eyes. In that moment, the words he wants to communicate was with the slight curve of his mouth, his eyes and the touch. He lifts Draco’s hand to his mouth, kisses his knuckles, the throb in his heart intensifying. He turns his hand over, traces his thumb over the silver ring, over the inscription: “Always in my heart.”

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The lights, the crowd and the music are the same as it was on that day. Draco has a small, small curve to the corners of his mouth, a faint quiver to his body while his eyes drift over to the crowd, over to the painter on the side and to the locks. It’s beautiful. Yet, the most beautiful presence was Draco’s. He wants to drown in it over and over. It is, however, the last time he can.

Harry wraps his arms around Draco’s waist from the back, rests his chin on his shoulder with a small smile of his own, a soft warmth in his chest while Draco’s fingertips brush over a familiar lock, over the inscription on that. A lock of eternal love. He lifts his other hand to the key around his neck.

He closes his eyes for a brief second. The music is much, much faraway now. The crowd vanishes. It’s his moment with Draco. A final moment. The small forever would be over soon. The thought causes his heartstrings to clench a little too tightly.

“Harry,” Tears collect in the corners of his eyes while he turns, his fingers a bit tighter on the brunet’s sweater. Draco breathes a laden, quivering breath, his voice a hoarse whisper. Draco’s chest heaves, as though it was caving in. It’s over, “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” He reaches down, places his fingers over Draco’s wrist so tightly that he can feel the throb of his pulse against his fingers, the press of his skin against Draco’s veins. He chokes in his heart, his own tears spilling over. It’s slower, “It’s okay.”

Draco unlaces his fingers from his, lifting his hands to his neck, unclasping the small silver chain around his neck. He stares at it for a brief second, at the inscription on it and then, with a soft smile, his eyes drift to Harry’s face.

In a spur of moment, with a soft sob, Draco flings his arms around his neck and there is a brand-new knot in his throat as Harry reciprocates the embrace with his own arms tight around his waist. Draco burrows into his neck and he could sense the wetness of his lashes against his skin. “If the whole world was watching,” Draco whispers the familiar words, the words on the lock, the one in front of them, “I’d still dance with you.”

Harry closes his eyes, inhales the familiar scent, clings to him. “Drive highways and byways –” He chokes another sob as he whispers the words on the key. The key that Draco slips around his neck, “to – to be there with you.”

When he opens his eyes, Draco’s form starts to vanish and he catches that secret smile only reserved for him one last time before he fades out.

He curls his fingers around the key, his eyes drifting over to the lock, his heart aching in his chest.

It’s over.

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4th November, 2007

Today, on Draco’s grave rests a small wreath of flowers and memories put in little Polaroids. The pictures of the first date near the black lake, the pictures from the trip to Paris and of the lock and key. Of the last words Draco had whispered to him and the ones he had whispered back.

With that is a small note.

“The smallest moments with you were a forever. You’re always in my heart, Draco. Always. I promise you, if the whole is watching, I’d still dance with you. Drive highways and byways to be there with you.”

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