Drarry One-Shots

Broken

 The air was cool as he walked the quiet, familiar path, a path he could walk in his sleep. He pulled his jacket closer to himself to fight off Autumn's chilly grip, as he walked slowly, fallen leaves crunched under his boots, he absently kicked at a few sending them falling to the ground gently in front of him. He sighed, as he looked at the grey sky, heavy with the promise of either rain or the first snowfall of the season. As he continued walking the path he's walked a million times before, he felt the familiar ache settle in his chest. He made his way down the path until he finally reached his destination. He stood frozen, as he stared at the lone grave, a single tombstone at the back of the cemetery, underneath a beautiful, large tree. Even though he's been to the grave every afternoon; sometimes more than that if his loneliness became too much for him, it never got any easier being here.

 He let out a shaky sigh, before he walked towards the grave and silently knelt in the damp grass soaking his knees immediately, but he didn't care. He reached his hand out and softly traced the name on the tombstone, a name he'd never forget. Then his hand slowly moved to the picture below the name and felt his heart ache painfully, he closed his eyes and he could almost pretend he was touching them again if he tried hard enough. He felt a tear fall silently and opened his eyes, as he dropped his hand into his lap and sighed again. He knew that they'd be so pissed off at him for still acting like this two years after they died, he knew exactly what they'd say to him and the thought brought a small smile to his lips. He knew they'd yell at him and remind him of the broken promise he had made them, as he held them in his arms as they fought to stay alive. The promise to keep fighting, to live life for the both of them, a promise he had never been able to keep. After they died he had fallen into a deep depression that honestly, he's never really gotten out of.

 He barely functioned; he had gotten a little better though, it wasn't a lot, but it was baby steps at least. He went through the motions of living to keep everyone around him happy and off his damn back. His friends were worried about him, not wanting them to he pretended he was okay, when all he really wanted was to join the man he loved in death. During the day, he wore a fake smile, pretending he was okay, but at night when he no longer has to pretend he broke. He ate enough to keep him alive, of course, that was when he remembered to, and the only way he was able to sleep and keep the nightmares away was if he drank so much he didn't remember his own name. Of course, his friends were worried about his drinking, but being drunk all the damn time was better than feeling that damn ache his heart carried. He closed his eyes and heard Hermione's concerned voice in his head, telling him that he won't find the answer to his problems at the bottom of a bottle, he had laughed at her and told her he wasn't looking for a damn thing, except for a distraction.

 He sighed again, as his mind went back to his breakdown last night, he had decided to go out with Ron and Hermione, to try to live again, but that had been a huge mistake. Everything had started out okay and he had even allowed himself to have a little fun. That is until they had run into some friends he hasn't seen since he lost the love of his life. They had meant no harm, but he couldn't handle their sad looks, pity, and empty words of comfort. He had walked out and went home, feeling the grief begin to overwhelm him, he had gone to the kitchen to drink away the pain, but stood frozen in front of his fridge. He had slowly reached out a hand and took the picture off of it, he smiled sadly as he stared at the image of himself and the man he had loved...still loved more than anything in the entire world.

 Forgetting the beer, he put the picture back and decided to look through the many photos they had from over the years together. He went to the living room and took the albums off of the shelf and sat on the floor with them, leaning against the couch. He lost himself in the memories, until he came across a picture he didn't remember. Staring at the picture unable to remember anything about it he felt his chest tighten, as he suddenly realized that he couldn't remember what his love's laughter sounded like anymore. His heart began to race, how could he be forgetting? He had put the album down and ran to the bathroom, he grabbed the bottle of shampoo that his love had always used and opened it. Smelling it, he felt his heart thump painfully in his chest, as he realized that he was forgetting what he smelled like too. Panicking, he had gone to his room and began pulling clothes out of the closet he had kept that belonged to his love and he had begun crying when he couldn't remember him wearing certain things, he...he was forgetting him! Upset, he had begun destroying his room, he was so lost in his hurt and guilt that he didn't notice he had company. It wasn't until he threw a lamp at the wall, just missing his friend by inches, that he noticed he was no longer alone.