FIC, Swan Song, D/H, PG-13
Title: Swan Song
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Don’t hurt me like this,” said Draco, pressing his forehead to Harry’s: their wet hair intertwining. “Don’t use this to get what you want.” Draco/Harry.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
swan song \SWAHN-SONG\, noun:
1. A beautiful legendary song said to be sung by a dying swan.
2. A final or farewell appearance, action, or pronouncement.
“I love you,” said Harry, cold and covered in drippy-brown mud and rain, and terribly, terribly earnest.
“You are stupid, stupid, stupid,” said Draco, taking him by the shoulders and shaking him once, twice-thrusting his face up close and snarling; angry like an animal.
“Maybe-probably-but I love you,” said Harry, his hands on Draco’s arms and leaning in-their lips almost touching, sharing the same air.
“Don’t hurt me like this,” said Draco, pressing his forehead to Harry’s: their wet hair intertwining. “Don’t use this to get what you want.”
“Is wanting you alive so bad?” said Harry. “I don’t care if it is-I need you. Why can’t you understand that I need you? I love you, damn it! Don’t leave me. Please. He’ll kill you-you know I’m right. Don’t throw yourself away like this!”
“If I don’t go, people will die,” said Draco. “Your comrades, your friends. Are you telling me to let that happen?”
“They’ll die anyway!” said Harry, and it hurt him to say it but he had to, he had to even when it left his throat stripped sour and raw. “You can’t save them. You’ll die with them.”
“I have to try,” said Draco.
“Damn it,” said Harry. “God, God. I know. I know you’re right, but I can’t-”
He couldn’t say anything after that; his face was pressed against Draco’s shoulder and his throat had closed up.
“I love you,” said Harry, very quietly.
“I know,” said Draco, pushing him away.
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Don’t hurt me like this,” said Draco, pressing his forehead to Harry’s: their wet hair intertwining. “Don’t use this to get what you want.” Draco/Harry.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
swan song \SWAHN-SONG\, noun:
1. A beautiful legendary song said to be sung by a dying swan.
2. A final or farewell appearance, action, or pronouncement.
“I love you,” said Harry, cold and covered in drippy-brown mud and rain, and terribly, terribly earnest.
“You are stupid, stupid, stupid,” said Draco, taking him by the shoulders and shaking him once, twice-thrusting his face up close and snarling; angry like an animal.
“Maybe-probably-but I love you,” said Harry, his hands on Draco’s arms and leaning in-their lips almost touching, sharing the same air.
“Don’t hurt me like this,” said Draco, pressing his forehead to Harry’s: their wet hair intertwining. “Don’t use this to get what you want.”
“Is wanting you alive so bad?” said Harry. “I don’t care if it is-I need you. Why can’t you understand that I need you? I love you, damn it! Don’t leave me. Please. He’ll kill you-you know I’m right. Don’t throw yourself away like this!”
“If I don’t go, people will die,” said Draco. “Your comrades, your friends. Are you telling me to let that happen?”
“They’ll die anyway!” said Harry, and it hurt him to say it but he had to, he had to even when it left his throat stripped sour and raw. “You can’t save them. You’ll die with them.”
“I have to try,” said Draco.
“Damn it,” said Harry. “God, God. I know. I know you’re right, but I can’t-”
He couldn’t say anything after that; his face was pressed against Draco’s shoulder and his throat had closed up.
“I love you,” said Harry, very quietly.
“I know,” said Draco, pushing him away.