Downpour

A/N: Please listen to Downpour by I.O.I while you read this. I.O.I's voices are beautiful and Woozi wrote amazing lyrics. Here's the song: 

When this rain falls on my head

Draco grabbed his coat and an umbrella from next to the door and rushed out of his flat, not even bothering to open the umbrella. In his left hand was a bouquet of roses, which he had purchased the night before, knowing today he'd not have the strength to do anything other than visit Harry.

I'll get all wet, even my heart

The rain was only drizzling for now, but the muggle weatherman had predicted it to be raining horribly by late morning, and as much as Draco didn't want to be out in the rain, he couldn't bear the thought of staying inside today.

Stay with me, I still can't be

As Draco made his way down the street towards where Harry now laid, forever, his mind replayed that fateful day over and over in his head. How he had found Harry, crumpled on the bathroom floor, unnaturally cold. And how the note he had left had only read, 'I'm sorry, Draco. I love you. Forever.'

In the rain alone without you

It'd been a year, and yet Draco still couldn't get used to waking up and not having Harry beside him. He still wasn't used to the absence of Harry's laughter as he'd cook the two of them dinner, or the way Harry would always seem to end up asleep on Draco's shoulder whenever they'd watch a movie.

I'm still young, I'm still a bit scared

Tears pricked at the edge of Draco's eyes and he quickly brushed them away, not wanting to cry on the street. The muggles in this town were far too nosy, but Draco hadn't the heart to move away. That would mean he'd have to leave his Harry behind, and he just wasn't ready to let go. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way, dammit! He and Harry were supposed to grow older, get married, adopt some children, and live their lives together. Draco hated being alone. Who would comfort him when he had a nightmare now?

Though I know it'll stop soon

Pansy had pushed Draco into going to therapy to help him move on, but Draco refused to open up to the therapist at all. He didn't want to move on. He didn't want to forget Harry.

I'm looking for you

For the first couple of months after Harry's death, Draco had convinced himself that he was dreaming, and that it had all been a terrible nightmare. He'd spend hours trying various ways to 'wake up', wanting to finally escape this endless nightmare.

Will it stop now?

Draco wanted nothing more than to go back in time and stop Harry from doing it. But no amount of hoping and wishing and battling with himself internally would change reality. He remembered stumbling to Pansy and Hermione's flat several months after Harry had died, drunk and sobbing uncontrollably. No matter how many times Pansy tried to console him, he'd cry harder and manage to choke out a "When will this end? Why can't he come back?" To which Pansy would always reply with "I don't know, darling, I really don't know."

These raindrops, these tears?

Each month that followed, on the day that Harry had died, it always seemed to rain. And with each passing month, Draco fell deeper into his pit of grief, wishing for just one day of true happiness again.