Just For A Little While
Title: For a Little While
Author: faynia
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Character Death
Word count: 330
Author's note: Written for Challenge #43 for slythindor100, using this picture:
Summary: There are somethings in life that you can't change, and dwelling on what if's only make things seem worse.
Harry couldn't ignore him forever. The thought gave him the barest amount of hope, and Draco clung to it. The empty space of the sofa seemed as vast as a sea and just as achingly deep. Draco traced the floral pattern on the cushion, hoping that even that slight movement would get Harry to look at him again.
He could feel the Weasel's eyes glaring daggers aimed at his head and heart. Granger wasn't even looking at him, her entire focus on Harry. She was kneeling beside him whispering softly, words that Draco couldn't understand, nor wished to.
The two simple words were stuck on the roof of his mouth and they didn't seem to wish to pass his lips, frozen there by the frigid atmosphere. It was up to him to make this right, but he wasn't sure how, or even if he wanted to, not if this would happen every blasted time he went away on business.
It wasn't even his fault. If Granger hadn't suggested he get a job in Muggle/Wizard relations as a business partner, he wouldn't have been late. He never would have been on that flight. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying that he could make it better.
Hesitantly, he reached over and laid a hand over Harry's. Harry turned his head so fast Draco was sure he had gotten whiplash. Tears were streaming down his cheeks in silent mourning and Draco longed to wipe them away, longed to make this all go away.
"Harry, what is it?"
"N-nothing, Hermione," Harry answered, his voice rough. "I thought-no it's silly."
"Harry, tell me," she coaxed.
"I thought-I thought I felt him hold my hand." He rubbed at his eyes viciously and Draco recoiled from him. "I must be tired."
"Harry-"
"No, Hermione, you're right. I can't...I can't dwell on this or I'll...I just can't. He's dead. He isn't coming back. The entire thing is stupid!"
"Harry!" But it was too late. Draco watched in despair as Harry fled the room, heartbroken.
Author: faynia
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Character Death
Word count: 330
Author's note: Written for Challenge #43 for slythindor100, using this picture:
Summary: There are somethings in life that you can't change, and dwelling on what if's only make things seem worse.
Harry couldn't ignore him forever. The thought gave him the barest amount of hope, and Draco clung to it. The empty space of the sofa seemed as vast as a sea and just as achingly deep. Draco traced the floral pattern on the cushion, hoping that even that slight movement would get Harry to look at him again.
He could feel the Weasel's eyes glaring daggers aimed at his head and heart. Granger wasn't even looking at him, her entire focus on Harry. She was kneeling beside him whispering softly, words that Draco couldn't understand, nor wished to.
The two simple words were stuck on the roof of his mouth and they didn't seem to wish to pass his lips, frozen there by the frigid atmosphere. It was up to him to make this right, but he wasn't sure how, or even if he wanted to, not if this would happen every blasted time he went away on business.
It wasn't even his fault. If Granger hadn't suggested he get a job in Muggle/Wizard relations as a business partner, he wouldn't have been late. He never would have been on that flight. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying that he could make it better.
Hesitantly, he reached over and laid a hand over Harry's. Harry turned his head so fast Draco was sure he had gotten whiplash. Tears were streaming down his cheeks in silent mourning and Draco longed to wipe them away, longed to make this all go away.
"Harry, what is it?"
"N-nothing, Hermione," Harry answered, his voice rough. "I thought-no it's silly."
"Harry, tell me," she coaxed.
"I thought-I thought I felt him hold my hand." He rubbed at his eyes viciously and Draco recoiled from him. "I must be tired."
"Harry-"
"No, Hermione, you're right. I can't...I can't dwell on this or I'll...I just can't. He's dead. He isn't coming back. The entire thing is stupid!"
"Harry!" But it was too late. Draco watched in despair as Harry fled the room, heartbroken.