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Title: Promise
Author: Satoru
Genera: Drama
Paring: H/D
Rating: PG
Word Count: 696
Summary: The war has ended and Voldemort has been killed. London is in shambles and no one yet knows who has survived. Harry watches over Draco’s unconscious body and waits. One-shot.
Betas: The wonderful __watermage who helped a lot with the words and says "It's cute without being too soppy!". And cherryslash who totally just made my day with their comments and help on the story and says "I really enjoyed this fic". Also some of my wonderful friends out there in the real world. ^_^
Warnings: Angst, implied character death
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
A/N: Basically a one-shot I suppose. Fairly short. Constructive comments are welcome, as well as regular ones.
Please note that this is one of the first serious H/D stories that I have written. Thank you. ^_^
The rain beat down the areas of scorched grass, trees, homes and buildings, finally quenching the few remaining patches of smoldering flames. Slowly the rain pooled in the giant pits caused by the countless curses thrown. A haze of magical energy surrounded the wreckage, refusing to dissipate. It swirled around in all different colors, sparkling faintly.
The young man looked up at the blank sky. There were no clouds, no stars, not even the moon was out to grace the night of horrific events with just a little bit of hope. The entire world was dark.
Green eyes that had once blazed with determination and blinding hope, were now dull and lifeless in the oppressive night. Heavy spouts of blood ran down his forehead and from his nose, proceeding to drip down his chin.
His cloak was ripped, revealing the black shirt he wore underneath. He was covered in blood, so much of it that it was hard to tell whether it all belonged to him or not. Swallowing down a sob, he fell to his knees and started to shake, tears running down his already wet cheeks.
Something below him twitched. He responded immediately, peering down at the broken body beneath him, choking on his tears. Most of the blood had been washed away, and yet Draco had already lost so much of it. Harry couldn’t tell whether he’d ever wake up.
Before him lay the man whose fate was also chosen for him. Draco Malfoy had never wanted to get this caught up in the war, he had wanted to go far away where no one knew him or his name. Where he could hide and be as cowardly was he wanted without anyone demanding their pound of flesh. But Lord Voldemort had never been a nice man, holding the lives of both Draco and his parents over their heads, even after they thought that everything had settled. And so Draco was forced to fight, for a cause he wasn’t even sure he even cared about anymore. Look where it had gotten him: in the middle of a London street- nearly dead.
Before he had time to blink back the fresh wave of tears, Draco’s eyes slowly opened. Harry gasped, eyes wide and let out a sob. He let his hand hover over Draco’s face, too frightened to touch him.
“H-Harry?” Draco croaked out, blinking hard as the rain hit his eyes.
“Draco...?” Harry said softly. “Yes, yes Draco, it’s me. It’s Harry.”
Draco attempted a small smile. “Thank Merlin you’re all right. I thought, after all of this, I’d never get to see you again.”
Harry smiled sadly. “Now you know I could never let that happen.”
Draco was about to respond when a coughing spell hit him, he coughed blood into the air. Harry grimaced, wiping the fallen blood from Draco’s face.
“It’ll get better, don’t worry. Now that you’re awake we can-“
“No.”
Harry paused; he looked down at Draco, confused. “What... what do you mean?”
“Harry, you know as well as I do. I’m dying. There’s nothing either of us can do to change that.”
“But, Draco no! Look at you! You’re alive, right now. You’re talking to me. You’re not dying.”
Draco gave a feeble chuckle. “Stubborn as ever. Harry I feel it. Don’t delude yourself. There’s no hope for me.”
“But Draco-“
“Harry, promise me something.”
Harry swallowed hard. “...Anything.”
“Promise me...promise me you’ll stop living in the past after this. After all the months I’ve known you, I’ve realized that’s all you do. I want you to stop. It’s called the past for a reason Harry.”
Harry looked away. “Draco I-“
“Promise me.”
Amidst the noisy buzzing of falling water, the pattering of rain drops hitting the ground melts away. Scattered around him were memories that became blurred as he silently searched his heart. Stormy silver eyes look up into his, as more tears and blood and rain run down his face, they illuminate him. And in that moment Harry realized. A smile making its way across his face, he grabbed one of Draco’s hands, and whispered his words.
“I promise you Draco, no matter what.”
Author: Satoru
Genera: Drama
Paring: H/D
Rating: PG
Word Count: 696
Summary: The war has ended and Voldemort has been killed. London is in shambles and no one yet knows who has survived. Harry watches over Draco’s unconscious body and waits. One-shot.
Betas: The wonderful __watermage who helped a lot with the words and says "It's cute without being too soppy!". And cherryslash who totally just made my day with their comments and help on the story and says "I really enjoyed this fic". Also some of my wonderful friends out there in the real world. ^_^
Warnings: Angst, implied character death
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
A/N: Basically a one-shot I suppose. Fairly short. Constructive comments are welcome, as well as regular ones.
Please note that this is one of the first serious H/D stories that I have written. Thank you. ^_^
The rain beat down the areas of scorched grass, trees, homes and buildings, finally quenching the few remaining patches of smoldering flames. Slowly the rain pooled in the giant pits caused by the countless curses thrown. A haze of magical energy surrounded the wreckage, refusing to dissipate. It swirled around in all different colors, sparkling faintly.
The young man looked up at the blank sky. There were no clouds, no stars, not even the moon was out to grace the night of horrific events with just a little bit of hope. The entire world was dark.
Green eyes that had once blazed with determination and blinding hope, were now dull and lifeless in the oppressive night. Heavy spouts of blood ran down his forehead and from his nose, proceeding to drip down his chin.
His cloak was ripped, revealing the black shirt he wore underneath. He was covered in blood, so much of it that it was hard to tell whether it all belonged to him or not. Swallowing down a sob, he fell to his knees and started to shake, tears running down his already wet cheeks.
Something below him twitched. He responded immediately, peering down at the broken body beneath him, choking on his tears. Most of the blood had been washed away, and yet Draco had already lost so much of it. Harry couldn’t tell whether he’d ever wake up.
Before him lay the man whose fate was also chosen for him. Draco Malfoy had never wanted to get this caught up in the war, he had wanted to go far away where no one knew him or his name. Where he could hide and be as cowardly was he wanted without anyone demanding their pound of flesh. But Lord Voldemort had never been a nice man, holding the lives of both Draco and his parents over their heads, even after they thought that everything had settled. And so Draco was forced to fight, for a cause he wasn’t even sure he even cared about anymore. Look where it had gotten him: in the middle of a London street- nearly dead.
Before he had time to blink back the fresh wave of tears, Draco’s eyes slowly opened. Harry gasped, eyes wide and let out a sob. He let his hand hover over Draco’s face, too frightened to touch him.
“H-Harry?” Draco croaked out, blinking hard as the rain hit his eyes.
“Draco...?” Harry said softly. “Yes, yes Draco, it’s me. It’s Harry.”
Draco attempted a small smile. “Thank Merlin you’re all right. I thought, after all of this, I’d never get to see you again.”
Harry smiled sadly. “Now you know I could never let that happen.”
Draco was about to respond when a coughing spell hit him, he coughed blood into the air. Harry grimaced, wiping the fallen blood from Draco’s face.
“It’ll get better, don’t worry. Now that you’re awake we can-“
“No.”
Harry paused; he looked down at Draco, confused. “What... what do you mean?”
“Harry, you know as well as I do. I’m dying. There’s nothing either of us can do to change that.”
“But, Draco no! Look at you! You’re alive, right now. You’re talking to me. You’re not dying.”
Draco gave a feeble chuckle. “Stubborn as ever. Harry I feel it. Don’t delude yourself. There’s no hope for me.”
“But Draco-“
“Harry, promise me something.”
Harry swallowed hard. “...Anything.”
“Promise me...promise me you’ll stop living in the past after this. After all the months I’ve known you, I’ve realized that’s all you do. I want you to stop. It’s called the past for a reason Harry.”
Harry looked away. “Draco I-“
“Promise me.”
Amidst the noisy buzzing of falling water, the pattering of rain drops hitting the ground melts away. Scattered around him were memories that became blurred as he silently searched his heart. Stormy silver eyes look up into his, as more tears and blood and rain run down his face, they illuminate him. And in that moment Harry realized. A smile making its way across his face, he grabbed one of Draco’s hands, and whispered his words.
“I promise you Draco, no matter what.”