Heartbreak
Title: Heartbreak
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 314
Prompt: 100_prompts 100-A #37 - Fall
Summary: "I told you there was nothing left."
A/N: This was completely inspired by a drabble by hibernater, "Not," which is posted after the ficlet. The summary is an excerpt from her drabble, and the title is also, obviously, inspired by it too.
This takes place post-HBP and is, alas, now AU.
***
The moon rises over Malfoy Manor and the Death Eater falls to his knees, sobbing.
The Savior is there but his touch burns the Death Eater’s skin and the Death Eater shrugs it off, moving with the wind. He runs to the house, is swept away like the branches of the willows but comes to an abrupt halt at the edges of the front lawn. The Savior follows, breath gone from his lungs and words half-formed on his tongue; but the Death Eater is alone here and moves like a solitary pawn across the chessboard and walks among the foundations of his mansion, eyes wide and full of tears, watching his sandcastle eaten by the tide.
The Death Eater stops, falls to the ground again and racks his body with sobs, touching the skeleton of his past, more real than the bones beneath his weary and scarred skin. He kisses the stone around him, feels the smoothness under his fingertips, and the Savior stands, gazing at the figure lost amidst the wreckage.
“Draco?” The Savior’s voice is raspy but not loud, and the Death Eater yells as if pained by noise and turns his head away from the foundations, looking into the forest on the outskirts of the Malfoy property. The leaves move in the moonlight and the willows behind him ripple across the stagnant pond and he rises to his feet.
The Savior moves to him, concern and tenderness lighting his eyes and the Death Eater lets him, allows himself to be touched even though the hallowed hands of the Savior burn his skin with every caress. The Savior kisses him, sweetly, and the Death Eater falls for the third time, unable to stand on his own under the weight of his cross.
The moon is high in the sky as the Savior picks the Death Eater up and Apparates him to London.
****
Not, by hibernater
There is nothing left.
The emptied shell at the hill’s crest is lifeless. The willows are kissing the rippling, sun-warmed lagoon, but all he sees through blurry eyes is a vision of desolate neglect.
It should be winter. Evening.
The wind does not whistle over a silver landscape, there is no warmth of a thoroughly non-magical, pine and apple wood scented, roaring fire, and no fragrance of hot, dark chocolate to sweeten his mother’s lips, kissing him goodnight.
Is this heartbreak?
“I told you there was nothing left,” says a quiet voice behind him, and Draco falls to his knees.
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 314
Prompt: 100_prompts 100-A #37 - Fall
Summary: "I told you there was nothing left."
A/N: This was completely inspired by a drabble by hibernater, "Not," which is posted after the ficlet. The summary is an excerpt from her drabble, and the title is also, obviously, inspired by it too.
This takes place post-HBP and is, alas, now AU.
***
The moon rises over Malfoy Manor and the Death Eater falls to his knees, sobbing.
The Savior is there but his touch burns the Death Eater’s skin and the Death Eater shrugs it off, moving with the wind. He runs to the house, is swept away like the branches of the willows but comes to an abrupt halt at the edges of the front lawn. The Savior follows, breath gone from his lungs and words half-formed on his tongue; but the Death Eater is alone here and moves like a solitary pawn across the chessboard and walks among the foundations of his mansion, eyes wide and full of tears, watching his sandcastle eaten by the tide.
The Death Eater stops, falls to the ground again and racks his body with sobs, touching the skeleton of his past, more real than the bones beneath his weary and scarred skin. He kisses the stone around him, feels the smoothness under his fingertips, and the Savior stands, gazing at the figure lost amidst the wreckage.
“Draco?” The Savior’s voice is raspy but not loud, and the Death Eater yells as if pained by noise and turns his head away from the foundations, looking into the forest on the outskirts of the Malfoy property. The leaves move in the moonlight and the willows behind him ripple across the stagnant pond and he rises to his feet.
The Savior moves to him, concern and tenderness lighting his eyes and the Death Eater lets him, allows himself to be touched even though the hallowed hands of the Savior burn his skin with every caress. The Savior kisses him, sweetly, and the Death Eater falls for the third time, unable to stand on his own under the weight of his cross.
The moon is high in the sky as the Savior picks the Death Eater up and Apparates him to London.
****
Not, by hibernater
There is nothing left.
The emptied shell at the hill’s crest is lifeless. The willows are kissing the rippling, sun-warmed lagoon, but all he sees through blurry eyes is a vision of desolate neglect.
It should be winter. Evening.
The wind does not whistle over a silver landscape, there is no warmth of a thoroughly non-magical, pine and apple wood scented, roaring fire, and no fragrance of hot, dark chocolate to sweeten his mother’s lips, kissing him goodnight.
Is this heartbreak?
“I told you there was nothing left,” says a quiet voice behind him, and Draco falls to his knees.