Ficlet: The Strength To Be Okay
Title: The Strength To Be Okay
Rating: PG
Word Count: 630
Summary: A very fluffy, sentamental Draco visit's the grave of the boy he loves and speaks from the heart.
Notes: Lots of angst and fluff. Go get some tissues .. just to prepare yourself. For my 100quills Prompt: 036 Cemetary and mission_insane Unthemed Table - #5: 10 Grieve
Standing in the rain, in front of a gravestone, talking to the dead. “Well,” Draco admitted, “This has got to be the most melodramatic thing I've ever done. And well...you know me.”
Memories of a twenty year old version of himself flying into the arms of The Boy Who Lived in front of a ballroom full of Ministry employees flashed in front of his eyes and he shook his head. “Shut up Potter.” He told the stone, sitting down on the wet grass.
'Just' Harry James Potter
1980 - 2006
Friend, Lover, Hero.
“Shit.” Draco wiped at his eyes, “I know, I know, but I can't help it.” He told the stone. “Besides, you should be bloody thankful that all I do is cry. If it was the other way around don't pretend you wouldn't have tried to- tried to…by now.”
Another memory; this time Draco sees himself last year nodding to a very pale Harry Potter lying in a hospital bed. ‘I promise, I do. I won't, please stop it. Yes, yes I know but, oh God Harry, I can't!’
Draco sighed. “You just can't help who you are, can you Scarhead?” He looked up at the sky, realizing that the rain had stopped and thought about all those secret meetings out by the lake under a starry sky. Complaints about Snape, each other, detention, each other, Filch, the lack of chocolate sauce on Wednesdays, and each other turning into sighs and gasps and moans.
“I met this...this guy the other day.” He said slowly, “He's, well, he was nice.” Draco chuckled then, “Flustered nice, truth be told. Very sweet though, even if he did spill coffee in my lap.” He reached out then, tracing the words lightly. “He's not you, though.”
The image of Harry laughing suddenly, in the middle of a Potions test because of the stupid notes Draco was sending, made him smile.
“I gave him my number when he asked for it. Don't know why really, because now he'll call and I'll have to explain that I'm in love with a... with a person who isn't around much anymore.” He sighed again, perhaps this was silly but if you couldn't talk to Harry Potter, Boy Savior, whom could you talk to?
“I'm sorry.” Draco sniffed. “It's just really, really unfair and I don't-” He broke himself off, crawling forward and leaning his head against the stone. “I just want you, that's all. Would that be so horrible?”
Draco took a gasping breath and smiled. “Re- remember how you always used to tell me…all those times before you went off on some adventure to save the Wizarding World…that you could feel me in your heart, even when I was miles away?” He wiped at an escaping tear. “I- I really wish I could feel you. But all my heart does now is ache.”
“What the hell is that?” Draco laughed. “...Um, well, it was meant to be a lemon cake but I have no idea what it is now...”
“Listen, Harry...I.” Draco sat up again, staring at the grass. “I can't do this anymore. I made you a promise and I...” He took a deep breath, fingers brushing the hair from his eyes. “I want to keep it but I can't do that if I keep…if I keep coming here to you.”
When the stone didn't respond, Draco said, “I will never, never, ever stop loving you.” He stood up slowly, tears started to form while reaching into his pocket. “I love you and that's okay. It's going to be okay because I know you'll never stop loving me either and you know what else?”
As Draco turned and walked away, an eleven-inch wand fell to the grass in front of the headstone. “I will be too.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 630
Summary: A very fluffy, sentamental Draco visit's the grave of the boy he loves and speaks from the heart.
Notes: Lots of angst and fluff. Go get some tissues .. just to prepare yourself. For my 100quills Prompt: 036 Cemetary and mission_insane Unthemed Table - #5: 10 Grieve
Standing in the rain, in front of a gravestone, talking to the dead. “Well,” Draco admitted, “This has got to be the most melodramatic thing I've ever done. And well...you know me.”
Memories of a twenty year old version of himself flying into the arms of The Boy Who Lived in front of a ballroom full of Ministry employees flashed in front of his eyes and he shook his head. “Shut up Potter.” He told the stone, sitting down on the wet grass.
'Just' Harry James Potter
1980 - 2006
Friend, Lover, Hero.
“Shit.” Draco wiped at his eyes, “I know, I know, but I can't help it.” He told the stone. “Besides, you should be bloody thankful that all I do is cry. If it was the other way around don't pretend you wouldn't have tried to- tried to…by now.”
Another memory; this time Draco sees himself last year nodding to a very pale Harry Potter lying in a hospital bed. ‘I promise, I do. I won't, please stop it. Yes, yes I know but, oh God Harry, I can't!’
Draco sighed. “You just can't help who you are, can you Scarhead?” He looked up at the sky, realizing that the rain had stopped and thought about all those secret meetings out by the lake under a starry sky. Complaints about Snape, each other, detention, each other, Filch, the lack of chocolate sauce on Wednesdays, and each other turning into sighs and gasps and moans.
“I met this...this guy the other day.” He said slowly, “He's, well, he was nice.” Draco chuckled then, “Flustered nice, truth be told. Very sweet though, even if he did spill coffee in my lap.” He reached out then, tracing the words lightly. “He's not you, though.”
The image of Harry laughing suddenly, in the middle of a Potions test because of the stupid notes Draco was sending, made him smile.
“I gave him my number when he asked for it. Don't know why really, because now he'll call and I'll have to explain that I'm in love with a... with a person who isn't around much anymore.” He sighed again, perhaps this was silly but if you couldn't talk to Harry Potter, Boy Savior, whom could you talk to?
“I'm sorry.” Draco sniffed. “It's just really, really unfair and I don't-” He broke himself off, crawling forward and leaning his head against the stone. “I just want you, that's all. Would that be so horrible?”
Draco took a gasping breath and smiled. “Re- remember how you always used to tell me…all those times before you went off on some adventure to save the Wizarding World…that you could feel me in your heart, even when I was miles away?” He wiped at an escaping tear. “I- I really wish I could feel you. But all my heart does now is ache.”
“What the hell is that?” Draco laughed. “...Um, well, it was meant to be a lemon cake but I have no idea what it is now...”
“Listen, Harry...I.” Draco sat up again, staring at the grass. “I can't do this anymore. I made you a promise and I...” He took a deep breath, fingers brushing the hair from his eyes. “I want to keep it but I can't do that if I keep…if I keep coming here to you.”
When the stone didn't respond, Draco said, “I will never, never, ever stop loving you.” He stood up slowly, tears started to form while reaching into his pocket. “I love you and that's okay. It's going to be okay because I know you'll never stop loving me either and you know what else?”
As Draco turned and walked away, an eleven-inch wand fell to the grass in front of the headstone. “I will be too.”