sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-09-02 18:49:00 |
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Current mood: | aggravated |
Current music: | Indigo Girls |
Entry tags: | non-challenge |
Original poster: laughingcamel
Title: N/A (so far)
Rating: PG (I think)
Word Count: ~800
Challenge: none/read above this was based on the summer chalenge prompt: Special Challenge, but isn't long enough so I'm posting it now
Warnings: character death
A/N: I think I need a beta and I'm not sure I liked how this turned out but I would love some feedback it would really help me.
It was raining the seventh day in a row and there was no end in sight. The rain had started the day of the final battle as hadn’t stopped since. The papers claimed it was mourning for the death of their ‘Hero’ others though it was a prediction for what was to come or some kind of sign. Draco just wished it would stop.
Draco just didn’t want to deal with rain today. Whether it represented life or death, sadness or hope he just didn’t like the weather. It made him think of Harry. Harry had always liked the rain.
Malfoy I think when I die, I think I would like it to be raining just like this.
Harry had put it just like that. Before them before everything. When their friendship was only seeds each wished to grow. When Harry told him secrets because he wasn’t sure who else to tell.
Harry loved rain. His favorite picture was “Singing in the Rain”. Draco remembered when he and Harry snuck out of Hogwarts grounds to see it at a theater that played old motives every Friday night.
Draco you will love it, I promise. Just come. For me.
Harry knew Draco had a soft spot for doing what he asked. Draco just wanted to do something to make him happy make Harry love him. That was before Draco realized Harry loved him already just the way he was.
One night under the Quidditch stands Harry told Draco his life story about life before magic and after it. About his home, about Hogwarts
It was pouring rain Draco, you remember don’t you? And this castle, like out of a fairy tale was illuminated, it glowed out of the darkness. The light was hope .I looked at it and felt home.
Draco remembered that since that night it was all he could do to stop form thinking about Harry.
It was soon after that night they started their weekly game of catching the snich. Harry always won. Even the time he nearly fell off the broom in the rain. Harry loved playing Quidditch in the rain. Draco had once asked him why.
I don’t know. There is something about. It makes everyone nerves and when they play. It affects their sight and makes them careful. I suppose I just run on the fact I know everyone is extra twitchy and no one is playing their best.
Draco didn’t understand but that was ok, he didn’t need to.
Rain. It had been a thunder storm when Draco showed up at the door steps of the Order’s head quarters the summer before 7th year, seeking safety. He had nothing on him other the wet clothes he had been wearing and a wand. The whole house came to great him but it had been Harry to open the door.
You just haad to make a dramatic entrance didn’t you?
Harry gave him a smirk and then hugged him because he was so happy Draco wasn’t dead.
It had been a night in late September when it rained for nearly day. The two were out in the courtyard nether wanted to deal with dinner and they had found comfort in one another. Confessing their hopes and dreams, the ones they were too embarrassed to share with anyone else.
Draco, I have something to confess. I feel more for you then just friendship. I’m not sure what it is but Gods I really want to kiss you.
And Draco kissed him.
And so came a rainy October in which he and Harry grew closer, more attached.
On Halloween eve it poured, Draco remembered the couldn’t go outside which is how they ended up in the Gryffindor common room while everyone else was at the party. It was that night Draco confessed to Harry he loved him.
I love you
Harry whispered and kissed Draco. It had rained for the rest of that night. The night in which they found love and made love, but not one drop had fallen since then.
That is until a year latter, until seven days ago. On Halloween night, 17 years after first trying to kill Harry, Voldemort came again. And Harry the brave Hero risked his life, and lost it, but not before taking Voldemort with him.
Now that Draco though about it, it seemed fitting for it to be raining on Harry Potter’s funeral. And no matter how much Draco hated the rain he didn't want the sun to shine ever again. Not with out Harry. Not with out his Harry. To bad Draco couldn’t control the sun or the weather not even for Harry. The sun would rise again, like it always did, not caring in the least if he was there to see it or not.