author: Winola
beta Ailoren. Thanks also to Valpur, Hedwig and akinera (aka BellaLestrange) for the final reading.
rating: PG
genre: angst
warnings: Slash, HBP spoilers.
characters: Draco, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Pansy.
claim: Harry Potter / Draco Malfoy
theme # 60.desiderio
brief summary: the eve of a battle, a day like many others, that one day might be the last. Five hundred words to tell a single desire: to be happy, if only for a moment. Thanks
rite: Ailoren As always, I beta stories even if not enrolled in the fandom and, above all because it exists. A Valpur, who does not like Harry / Draco, but that you liked it. A Edi, who gave me good advice. A Bella, who gave me the ok to publish it after my endless changes, the next will be a PWP (porn without plot as intended) just for you!
Notes: Written for the community mezzadozzinafic . I want to hurt me because I have chosen, not six but twelve themes. We put a life to complete them all, since it takes me an average of those two or three months to acting (and noting that almost all drabble or flashfic my!). The claim is of course my OTP. Draco, forgive me if I ask you this, but Pottah is the only one that you deserve! The stories will be pre-slash slash that almost all post-HBP and no chronological order. No spoilers for DH, it gives me so little freedom of maneuver that prefer to ignore, even if bell'angst maybe some could go out with in the future! List
topics: 2.orgoglio
# # 10. road
# 15.treno
; #19.possesso
#23.tradimento
#26.estasi
# # 34.gioco gambling
35.perdita
; # 44.prospettiva
# # 47.imperfezione
55.liberazione
# 60.
china books. Lavender lies forgotten in a corner of memory. Hermione is his present. It is his future.
Harry and Draco fight for hours. Sticks tight between your fingers and spells on the lips. Draco is skilled. More Ron with whom Harry is training normally. Draco is a Death Eater. It's cute. And dangerous. And sneaky. But Harry's imagination. And unconsciousness. And he launches into battle with his head down. Harry fights like flies: to win.
Pansy is preparing a potion. It's getting good and can not wait to capitalize on what he learned. Perhaps the Voldemort accept among his followers when she comes home for the holidays. Perhaps Draco will embrace and fight at his side. Win the war and she will become a Malfoy.
Hermione can not study. Ron felt his eyes fixed on the back and forget what he just read. Not yet said that Krum does not matter to her. Tomorrow, he thinks, may be too late.
Harry disarmed Draco and keeps him at gunpoint. Draco takes a step all'indetro. A step towards his wand. He stumbles and falls. Harry's wand tip to the heart. Draco knows that it's over. Ginny
within the tower. It is sad. Harry is at war and there will be by the fire waiting for her. Ginny thinks that Hogwarts is no longer the same without him. Ginny prays every deity known Harry since returning from her face.
Ron puts his hand on Hermione's shoulder. His eyes fill with tears. Her hand is hot.
Pansy is doing the last round. Since Draco is gone no one takes her along the dark corridors. He's afraid, but pretends that it is not.
Hermione grabs Ron's hand and whispers something. His voice is so low that it hard to understand Ron. Do not leave me alone, say his eyes. Ron grasp what might be their only chance.
Harry and Draco are setting. Draco has lost, but does not lower his gaze. Harry remains motionless for a moment. Then slowly lower the rod. Draco says nothing, as Harry comes up and kisses him.
Draco never said to Harry, who loves him. Ginny repeats every day, in the letters she sends him. Harry has never told Draco. And he never told Ginny that it's over between them. But do not read any of his letters. And do not ever write them. Draco had never thought of Pansy since fled. And when Harry kissed him, Draco answered with passion. Every night fighting. Every night they make love. Each night they sleep in the same narrow bed.
No one will say to Ginny, who is waiting in vain. No one will say to Pansy join Voldemort that Draco will not return to her.
Tomorrow there will be a battle. Tomorrow might be dead.