Bonsoir people, this is the first story public.
It 's a fanfiction about Harry Potter, and, of course, a draco / harry.
'm a slasher inside, on this there is nothing to be done.
other fandoms I follow, like Merlin, Supernatural, etc..
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and all the characters in the saga are the property of JK Rowling and whoever possesses the rights. This story has no profit motive, and does not intend to break any laws on copyright and publishing rights.
And then, as you saw Voldemort slowly fall to the ground, as if suddenly dilate time, Harry, joined the air in your lungs, as if to breathe for the first time in a long time ..
only dead bodies around you, you fell to his knees and wept. Wept every dead one by one, those who deserve it and who is not, but wept especially yourself, because you realize, as in your worst nightmares, that there was no one to be happy.
And while your bare hands digging the damp earth, wet with blood and tears, digging like a madman not to hurt you with those hands, not to tear the skin to scratches and bites, not to kill you, still crying.
Oblivion was no longer sweet that was later.
When all around you celebrate the fall of Voldemort, and others mourned the dead, saw a better future together, but you do not. You knew that you did not there would be one.
"I should not have survived ..."
And you saw the smiles off love but Ron and Hermione, and you felt a little better, but it was just a moment.
returned the pain and apathy. The anger was gone, leaving behind only a scorched earth. Ginny was gone, I had left, too many bad memories of you, but I still loved her, gently, like brothers, and sometimes at night I still remember his thin arms and his narrow hips. But she was not enough, right? It was too much. Too full of life, hope, hope when you say you did not have any. There were Fred and George who continued to smile, although sometimes it was hard for them too. They were together, maybe that was their luck. A more than brotherly love. And there was Neville, who could be the "Chosen One", like your brother, the courage of a lion hiding under the bark. And Zabini, who despite hating him, you knew it was the only one able to make your friend happy quell'imbranato. And did you know that the disease was also the only one that Dean loved, and knew many other things ... and saw how people change, after fighting a war, them that they should not do it. And as the war changed the adults: you brought him some way, Sirius and Dumbledore, and before James and Lily, and others joined them even more, Remus and Tonks, and how sometimes the enemies are more valuable than friends, Snape . Yet
saw only pain. You could see only one side of the story.
saw no hope, because you had none.
Walking through the streets of Diagon Alley, between all that sea of people, drunk with the Polyjuice Potion that no one would recognize you, you do not care more than anyone. That evening, the nth ceremony of the Ministry, it could not anymore. In the fourth glass of any it was, you met another look similar to yours. Vacuous and lifeless as your own. Without hope.
came near you, without even knowing why.
-Potter-Malfoy-A-
civil discussion. Perhaps for the first time.
-Strano, before we were never able to speak without insulting
..- O-take-barrel .-
Yeah Yeah-.- .-
Silence. The sixth cup you began to wonder what it was. As if you had read my mind, Malfoy said
-It 's a subspecies of watered wine with essence of roses.
sucks-.- C 'is alcohol in it, at least? -
Less than a chocolate-liqueur-
.- What do I drink? - ti chiedesti sottovoce
-Ti va una paseggiata, Malfoy?-
Il giorno dopo, quando apristi gli occhi, non avevi freddo. Ogni mattina da quella fottutissima notte in cui sconfiggesti Voldemort, ogni dannata mattina, ti svegliavi solo. Il letto era freddo, il tuo cuore arido.
Non sentivi più il calore.
Quella mattina invece, sentisti un dolce calore al petto, che formicolava sia sottopelle, sia sopra di essa. I capelli di Draco.
Ci passasti le dita dolcemente, intrecciandole ai fili dorati. Dormiva tranquillo sul tuo petto, respirando adagio.
La luce entrava dalla finestra, come se volesse non disturbare. Le lenzuola bianche, tutte spiegazzate, accoglievano voi due stretti l'uno all'altra.
And while circling with his back to Draco's arm, should understand that in reality did not want nothing but him. Hold it in your arms for the rest of your days. Kiss him and love him like you did that night.
finally feel inside your heart rise to the hope .
