One shots

You're Gonna Be The Death Of Me~ Drarry

Three years, four months, eleven days. That's how long Harry's been at war. Three years since I've seen his warm smile. Three years since I've seen those vibrant eyes hidden behind those adorable frames. Three years since I've felt his warmth. Three years since our last kiss. I don't know how much longer I can take this.

My eyes slowly flutter open, allowing my mind to begin again. I lay there in silence, just willing him to be here, wishing that the warmth he produced in my dreams would enter into reality.

Light spills in through the window, signalling me that the world is awake, and the night has gone. My eyes squint at the sight, adjusting to the brightness of the world.

It's been hard without Harry. The nothingness I've become, it's like I'm a teenager all over again. Slowly slipping away because I've got nothing to hold onto.

Every morning I read the paper. Every day I watch the news, waiting for the report, and praying I don't see his name on the list of the dead. Just drowning in the anxiety, breathing a sigh of relief when he's not revealed. Every morning I find myself bringing out two cups for tea, making my heart aching every time I realize I only need one. For three years.

Cold showers wake me up, if not only numbing me more. I distract myself with tedious, meaningless tasks. Anything to occupy my thoughts. Cleaning, reading, organizing, simple.

Every night the bed stays cold where he should be. The thoughts of his impending doom relay on my mind, how he may never return home. I always was my own worst bully in that way. The physical weight on my chest painful every time he enters my mind.

I make my way to his closet, taking out a sweater that's way to big for me but I don't care, revealing in it's familiarity. Some of his clothes don't even seem as though they belong to him anymore. Scent gone. Different, but familiar.

I stare at myself in the mirror, my icy eyes starting to water as I twirl the ring on my finger, my engagement ring.

A knock at the door suddenly catches my attention. I wipe my tears away with the sleeves and gather my composure before answering.

Army. Shit.

"Good morning sir, you are Draco Malfoy I presume?" The stranger talks, his official army uniform striking terror in my heart.

"Y-yes, can I help you?" The man looks down, almost in sorrow of his coming words.

"Well sir, my name is commander Rick Flag, and I'm here about your fiancé." My heart drops.

"I-i-s he..?" I stutter out quietly. The man frantically shakes his head.

"No, he's alive. For now that is. You see sir, he got himself rather badly injured. The doctors believe he won't last longer then a day or so. And his last request, was to see you." I nod my head, fighting back the tears in my eyes.

"I'm here to bring you to him."

"Let's go."
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I practically run into the hospital, resisting the urge to push commander Flag faster to Harry.

"He's in the last door to your left, just down that hall. We have people coming in to check on him every hour so keep that in mind." I nod silently, not trusting my voice.

Walking down the hall, the lights were the first thing that caught my attention. The abundance of nurses and doctors and equipment, all flooding into one room. Harry's room. Shit. I ran down the hall, pushing past everyone until I stood in the doorway to his room.

There, on the bed in front of me, damaged and broken, paler then usual, was Harry. That's when the tears started streaming down my cheeks. The heart monitor connected to him, was flatlined. I was to late.

A few nurses offer their help but I push them aside, making my way to my fiancé. I gently take his hand, his skin cold to the touch. One hand brushes his cheek, willing his eyes to open and stare at me with all the love and intensity they held.

My heart was shattering. Tears streaming down my face as I screamed at him to wake up, to not leave me. After a few minutes I manage to mostly compose myself again, everyone else having had left the room, giving me time.

I leaned down and placed a kiss to his cold lifeless lips for the first time in three years, whimpering as they didn't respond. My hand held his, twisting his ring as I just gazed in shock at his lifeless form.

A hand on my shoulder pulled me out of my trance. I look up to see Commander Flag, he gives me a sad smile and I know it's time. I slowly stand up, taking Harrys glasses off, putting them in my pocket before placing one final kiss to his forehead.

Commander Flag begins to lead me off before I stop him, quickly running back and gently sliding Harry's ring off his finger and grasping it tightly in my hand.

And with that Commander Flag led me out, I stopped again outside the door, sinking down to my knees in shock. I felt it hit me like a wrecking ball, a bullet straight to my chest. As if someone came and carved out my heart as crushed it to pieces right in front of me.

The man I love. The only person I ever loved. The man who taught me how to love again, the man I was going to marry and spend my life with, is dead.

I felt myself suffocating, but suffocation isn't enough to kill me. Reduced to nothing, gagged and drown by my own tears, my solemn hour. And this is the story of how I lost myself, my love, and my mind.

I felt myself slip away, buried alive by my thoughts. Now they moved me here, the "Behaviour Centre", an asylum. In a padded room filled with the smell of insane. Harry's death still imprinted in my mind, his loss driving my hatred further then I'd ever thought it'd go. But now, all I know, is white rooms, mad people, and locked doors.

{I had suicide squad in my head when I write this don't judge me. Again, my goal was to make my friend cry so, you're welcome.~ A}