Unfortunate Circumstances

Day Seven

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Draco

Draco must have drifted off to sleep, curled around Harry because he could hear Harry's voice telling him that it's okay. He must be asleep because it wasn't okay. There was no way any of this was okay.

"Draco" he heard "Draco, it's okay." Someone was playing with his hair, gently pulling strands and rubbing circles. "Draco, open your eyes" He didn't want to open his eyes, if he did then the dream will fade away and reality would hit him smack in the face. "Draco, please."

Slowly Draco cracked open his eyes and he knew that he was dreaming. Harry was staring down at him with his forest green eyes and a smile etched on his face.

"I'm dreaming aren't I" He asked in a daze.

"No, you're not" Harry's smile grew bigger. "You're not dreaming"

"Prove it" Draco whispered. It had to be a dream, it had to be. There was no other option because there was no cure and Harry's soul was killing him.

Harry lent down cautiously and Draco's heart sped up, his blood pumping through his veins. They were so close and yet so far apart. As if swallowing his fear Harry brushed his lips up against Draco's. It was only the littlest touch but Draco knew he wasn't dreaming. It was too real and made him feel too alive for it to be a dream. Harry tried to pull away but Draco pulled his head back down and kissed him.

                                                                                                                              

Harry

It drew him off the edge, the soft words and caresses. He was going to jump and it pulled him back. At first it was all so bright and Harry thought he was going to go blind but his eyes soon focused and it hit him. He was awake, his eyes were open. His head didn't feel like it was about to explode and he could breathe. He was alive.

There was something heavy lying on top of him and he carefully pushed himself into a sitting position. He looked to find Draco curled up next to him. He smiled, Draco was here and he was alive and he didn't feel like he was dying anymore.

He ran his fingers gently through his hair, softly tugging strands and rubbing circles.

"Draco, it's okay" he whispered. "Draco open your eyes. Draco please."

He slowly started to wake up and Harry marvelled in his beauty. He thought that he would never see him again. He couldn't help but smile.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Draco asked still half asleep. Harry's smile grew even bigger. He was beautiful.

"No, you're not. You're not dreaming" Harry said.

"Prove it" Draco whispered and before he could even think it through Harry lent down and gently brushed Draco's lips.

His heart was beating wildly and it wasn't enough. He wanted more, he wanted to map his entire mouth, he wanted to memorise every little gasp and quirk. He wanted it all but he didn't know if Draco wanted that so he tried to pull back, Draco didn't let him. As Harry lifted his head Draco pulled him back down again and they were kissing. His mouth was so warm, so open and it breathed life back into him. They were kissing and Harry felt like he was burning. He had been cold for so long and now Draco was filling him with warmth.

                                                                                                                                

Draco

When he finally managed to pull himself away they were both breathless. Harry's hair was a shadowy mess and Draco knew he didn't look any better. He also knew that he loved that look on Harry and he would love to see it again. If he had it his way he would.

Seeing Harry look better than he had in days made Draco wonder. How did he get better? His soul was freezing him in the inside, slowly and painfully killing him. He had been tying and now he was okay. He was okay and not going anywhere.

"What did you- what made you better?" Draco asked as he shuffled off Harry and onto the mattress.

Crinkles formed on Harry's face as he frowned. Draco could practically see the cogs spinning in his head as he tried to figure it out.

"When I was younger I stole a book from my Cousin's bedroom" Harry started. "It was a book full of fairy tales. I don't even think he was supposed to have it, my aunt and uncle frowned upon any nonsense like that. Anyway, one of the stories was about a man who was dying because a girl broke his heart. One day he was out in the forest and he heard a girl singing and instantly fell in love with her voice. He spent many days looking for the girl and when he found her he asked her 'will you come and live with me and sing to me as I die' she then asked him 'well what are you dying of' and he replied with 'a broken heart' so the girl agreed as her boss was mean and she had no family left and nothing to lose. Every day the man grew weaker and weaker until he couldn't even open his eyes anymore because it was too painful. Despite this the girl sang to him every day and he fell more and more in love with her. He never told her because he was dying and he didn't want to burden her. When he finally died, the girl was heartbroken as she too had fallen in love with him. She gave him a kiss and he woke up." Harry said.

Draco looked at him in confusion. "Why did the man wake up?" He asked.

Harry looked at him and Draco was surprised to see had much love was in them. "Because she fixed his broken heart. What if souls are the same? What if the kiss reminded mine that it was still whole and not broken?"

Draco's jaw dropped. That wasn't possible... or was it? There were stories of broken hearts being mended by a kiss. Maybe it could work for souls. But for that to work it would mean that Harry loved him. Harry loved him.

"Potter, is there something you wish to tell me?" Draco smirked.

Harry gave him a weird look until realisation dawned on his face. "Yeah there is" his face lit up in a smile. "I love you Draco Malfoy. I think I have since I first saw you."

Draco twisted around and wrapped his arms against Harry's neck, gently knocking their heads together. "Not as much as I love you" he said before pulling him into another kiss.