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bleedingangel84Title: Hope
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Heavy Angst, Language
Word Count: 365
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hogwarts365 Prompt 324-Peculiar,Tranquility, "while there's life there's hope"
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I feel the need to apologise for this one. I usually don’t write unhappy stories, but with the way I’ve been feeling lately, this one was apparently lurking in my subconscious mind. Feel free to stab me with a rusty pitchfork if this one isn’t to your liking, but I had to get it out.
Summary: Draco ends up with hex-related injuries that magic can’t heal.
Harry heard the steady whooshing hiss of oxygen tanks in the background, and it was hard to wrap his head around the fact that they were here. He couldn’t believe there were ailments that magic couldn’t heal. If that was the case, then what good was it?
“Potter, you’re thinking too damn hard. Stop it. I’m not gone yet.”
“You should be resting, Malfoy. Not trying to cheer me up.”
“I shouldn’t have to be the one cheering your arse up, Harry. You’re a Gryffindor. Aren’t you lot supposed to be eternal optimists or some such rot?”
“Wrong house. You’re thinking of Hufflepuffs. Why did you do it, Draco?”
“I’d rather be the one in this bed than you, that’s why. My life isn’t worth as much as yours.”
“That’s complete bollocks and you know it! We could’ve had him without you taking that stupid hex! If you weren’t already on the edge of death, I’d hex you myself!”
“Oh, do calm down. Your hysteria is helping nothing, Harry.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry I can’t be Mister Tranquility, Malfoy! Forgive me for not wanting to lose you just yet. I thought we had forever.”
“Forever is an illusion at the best of times, Harry. We know the risks we take being Aurors. This was just my turn, that’s all.”
“Leave it to you to come over all stoic and placid while I’m the one falling to pieces.”
“Isn’t it peculiar how that works out? We always did balance each other.”
“That’s why I can’t bear to lose you, Draco Malfoy. You’ve been my anchor. What am I ever going to do without you?”
“Even if the worst happens, you won’t be alone. They might heal me yet. While there’s life, there’s hope.”
“Promise me you won’t give up?”
“I’ve no intention of doing that. But I’m so tired, Harry. Will you stay here while I fall asleep?”
“Of course, love.”
Draco closed his eyes peacefully, squeezing Harry’s hand before he fell into a deep sleep, a smile upon his face.
Harry bent his head and prayed to any deity who’d listen for a miracle.
“I will always love you, Draco Malfoy. You hold my heart.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Heavy Angst, Language
Word Count: 365
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 324-Peculiar,Tranquility, "while there's life there's hope"Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: I feel the need to apologise for this one. I usually don’t write unhappy stories, but with the way I’ve been feeling lately, this one was apparently lurking in my subconscious mind. Feel free to stab me with a rusty pitchfork if this one isn’t to your liking, but I had to get it out.
Summary: Draco ends up with hex-related injuries that magic can’t heal.
Harry heard the steady whooshing hiss of oxygen tanks in the background, and it was hard to wrap his head around the fact that they were here. He couldn’t believe there were ailments that magic couldn’t heal. If that was the case, then what good was it?
“Potter, you’re thinking too damn hard. Stop it. I’m not gone yet.”
“You should be resting, Malfoy. Not trying to cheer me up.”
“I shouldn’t have to be the one cheering your arse up, Harry. You’re a Gryffindor. Aren’t you lot supposed to be eternal optimists or some such rot?”
“Wrong house. You’re thinking of Hufflepuffs. Why did you do it, Draco?”
“I’d rather be the one in this bed than you, that’s why. My life isn’t worth as much as yours.”
“That’s complete bollocks and you know it! We could’ve had him without you taking that stupid hex! If you weren’t already on the edge of death, I’d hex you myself!”
“Oh, do calm down. Your hysteria is helping nothing, Harry.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry I can’t be Mister Tranquility, Malfoy! Forgive me for not wanting to lose you just yet. I thought we had forever.”
“Forever is an illusion at the best of times, Harry. We know the risks we take being Aurors. This was just my turn, that’s all.”
“Leave it to you to come over all stoic and placid while I’m the one falling to pieces.”
“Isn’t it peculiar how that works out? We always did balance each other.”
“That’s why I can’t bear to lose you, Draco Malfoy. You’ve been my anchor. What am I ever going to do without you?”
“Even if the worst happens, you won’t be alone. They might heal me yet. While there’s life, there’s hope.”
“Promise me you won’t give up?”
“I’ve no intention of doing that. But I’m so tired, Harry. Will you stay here while I fall asleep?”
“Of course, love.”
Draco closed his eyes peacefully, squeezing Harry’s hand before he fell into a deep sleep, a smile upon his face.
Harry bent his head and prayed to any deity who’d listen for a miracle.
“I will always love you, Draco Malfoy. You hold my heart.”