dear angel,

oneshot

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Draco's pov:

I was never really good in very single subject in school. Potions was our first foreign subject,  and  could never understand why they had so many different potions that kind Of. All meant the same in different ways.
Then, in Year 6 we had Defence against the dark arts as our second Forerign subject, but i kind of liked thisone besides all the different spells. I really learned much, but i never really enjoyed the lessons.
My sad experience of learning defect aginats the dark arts, made me nervous about traveling abroad with my broom, for example when I had Quidditch matches. How i thought, could I tell a seller in broom stores that I needed a broom care set? Or how could i even find the way back to my tent or hotel. It seemed like a nightmare.
So when Harry, my best friend at Hogwarts, sugested a cycling holiday in Fracnce. Don't ask how that came into his mind, he's just so Happy when he can travel abroad. I first said "no". But he kept trying to persuade me because he really didn't want to go alone. So in the end I said "ok, i will go!"

So in mid- august, after we had both worked in the ministery of magic for a month to earn some galleons, we travelled down to Dover and put our bikes on the ferry to France.  I felt so nervous that my heart was beating fast.

In Calais we had to drive on the right, and soon we were lost because we couldn't understand the signs. I didn't dare ask the way because i was scared that i wouldn't understand the answer. But then Harry stopped to ask a woman- and she answered in English, i began to feel better. If people. In France could speak English, i had nothing to be afraid of...
Imagine my dissapointment, then, when we arrived at our hostel in Calais and found that we were sharing a four- bed dormitory with two guys from Serbia who spoke no Engish at all. "This wil be a very quite evening," I thought.
But then one of the guys came over and said something, pointier at Harry and smiles. Then he said it again. I tried to explain that I couldn't understood Serbia, but he just smiled. He pointed at himself and said "Harrie".  And then he pointed at Harry and said the same word again- and i suddenly realized what he meant.
"Ah, you are both called Harry," I said. "He Harry,"I added and pointed at Harry, "and you Harrie," pointing at him. And he cheered. I felt better. Then Harrie pointed at his friend and said "Dragan". He took out  bar of chocolate and shared it with us.
Then Harrie said something else, something much longer. I tried to recognize some words, but i couldn't. Harrie took out a pen and drew something on a piece of paper. Was it a cushion? No, he drew a hat under it. Was it a hat? If so, it was a hat it was one that looked familiar to me. Then he drew a cape. And a woman. And a big building- it looked like a palace.
And i suddenly shouted "Professor McGonagall" Harrie nodded and laughed and we gave each other five. And so it went on with words, and drawings, and acting things out. And finally we understood what we wanted to say: Harrie and Dragan were also Wizards and they had seen McGonagall. When we got the whole sentence, we all cheered. Then Dragan took out some bread and sausage and cheese from his bag and we all ate together. We felt great.
It had taken us half an hour to understand Harrie's sentence-and it wasn't a very important sentence. But that didn't matter.  He had communicated, we had understood, and that had brought us closer togethr. And suddenly i felt less nervous about our trip.

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Draco's pov:

However, the next day, afterwards had said goodbye to Harrie and Dragan checked our bikes and as that Harry had a flat tire. We walked to a bike store and I had a few Euros left, so. We bought a new tire and fixed Harry's tire.
Harry and i continued driving along the street and after some time,  it was the Hospitamaybe 20 minutes, we had to cross the road. The next thing i know is that something hit Harry and he blacked out.
He woke up in a white, bright lighted room, it looked a lot like the medical wig at Hogwarts so i guess it was the hospital. I felt a warm feeling around my hand,so i turnedmy head a bit to look in Harrys bright shining Green eyes and saw that he was holding my hand.
"You are awake!", i said with a soft smile, "how do you feel?",i tried to remove the bad thoughts out of my head, for at least a few minutes. He started to smile as well and said "well, the only thing i know at the moment, i'm never gonna travel again on a bike. I like broomsticks a lot more." i looked at him and started to chuckle softly, but my mood changed really quick. Because i remembered the news, the doctor told me a few hours ago. I looked away, but Harry noticed my face. "What's wrong?" he asked worried. "Well, when you were still asleep, the doctor told me...," i  let a sigh out. "the doctor told me, you have a brain hamorrhage...". Stopped looking at hi again and tears started to roll down my cheeks. "You mean...i'm gonna die?" He started crying and sobbing. I turned my head and came nearer against his head so I could touch his face and wipe off the millions of tears he had coming down his cheeks. "Hey... hey stop crying. Don't worry,  i'm gonna be fine and you won't have any pain." i still hold his face in his hands "it's fine, does it hurt?" i asked.
He shook his head, "i... i don't feel it," Harry started to at least, smile a bit. "Did you have fun in France?" i asked him. He just said "i had fun, thank you," and started to cry again.
He looked up to me and the tears still rolled down my cheeks. He leaned in to wipe of my tears. "i feel so good, so safe and warm. Even if i could die any moment, i know that this is the best way to leave this world, to leave you Draco, to leave the Weasley, to leave Ron and Hermione.i couldn't ask for something or someone better in this moment...," i held his neck and Harry held my face,  still wiping of our tears. We just looked at each other for a fewseconds, then i noticed we both just looked at each other's lips. Seconds later i just felt his lips against mine and how we both closed our eyes.

After the kiss, we both needed a few seconds of realisation what just happened and we both just said nothing and started laughing.
I layed my head down on Harry's chest and he moved as much as he could in the hospital bed, so I could lay down next to him with my head still on his chest and. I sat up a little bit so he could lay more comfortable. He layed his head up on my body between the neck and the shoulder.

I played with his hair and the very last thing i noticed was,  how he layed on my chest and i have him a kiss on his forehead,  whispering "i will always miss you. Forever." before he fall asleep forever.

The forever end.

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so, this was my first oneshot. Let me know what you think. I'm sorry if I got some spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language but I'm trying my best so everyone could read it.
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