Gone With the Sin

Gone With the Sin

Harry shivered and sleepily reached over his shoulder for the blankets that should be there. Not finding them, he realized they must have fallen on the floor for the third time that night. He reached down to pull them back up onto the bed. Once the warmth was restored, Harry rolled over to look at the man lying next to him.

I love your skin oh so white

I love your touch cold as ice

He had such pale skin. Pale skin that Harry had longed to touch since his 5^th year. Skin he had been allowed to touch since his 7^th year.

Harry gently wrapped his arm around the man, resting his hand on his bare, muscular stomach. His skin was always so unbelievably smooth. The man replied to Harry's gesture by placing an icy hand on Harry's. This failed to cause Harry to shiver though; he was used to it. Draco always had cold hands.

And I love every single tear you cry

I just love the way you're losing all your life

Harry supposed it was fitting that Draco had such a cold touch. Draco wasn't often one to be warm and affectionate; he always had a cold harshness about him.

Draco's coldness had only intensified after the war, and Harry could hardly blame him for that. They had both had seen and lost so much. Harry had lost half the Weasleys, Dumbledore, Sirius, and Remus to the war and Draco had lost his parents and too many family friends to count. And they both had killed.

Whoa my baby, how beautiful you are

And whoa my darling, completely torn apart

Harry remembered the day all too well.

~*~

Harry heard Draco open the front door and went into the kitchen to greet him with a swift kiss on the lips. Draco smiled as they both went through their ritual.

"How was your day?"

"Fine. Yours?"

"Bloody awful."

"Anything I can do?"

"Well, I can think of one thing...but that comes later..."

But Harry noticed that Draco wasn't himself. There was something bothering him, something more than the usual strains of being a spy for the Order.

"Draco...you look awful," he stated quite bluntly.

"Why thank you and you're looking quite fetching yourself..."

"Draco..." Harry started but Draco cut him off with a sigh.

"Alright. Here, sit down." Draco pulled out a chair for Harry and then sat down in the chair across from him.

"Harry, today...well, today I needed to...to attend a meeting..." Draco paused and absentmindedly rubbed his left arm. Everyone had expected Draco to become a Death Eater so when Draco had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with Voldemort, it was only sensible that he would become a Death Eater and rely information back to Dumbledore and the Order.

Harry placed his hand on Draco's, silently urging him to continue.

"Well, it turns out Voldemort wanted...he wanted someone killed...someone...someone rather important..."

Harry was silent, waiting for Draco to continue. They both had expected a time would come when Draco would be required to do something like this for Voldemort...they'd just have to handle it the best they could.

"Harry...I...I killed Ron."

~*~

And gone with the sin my baby and beautiful you are

So gone with the sin my darling

Even now, 10 years later, Harry could feel the emptiness he had felt upon hearing about Ron's death. It was a terrible feeling. Ron had always been Harry's best friend and his death, regardless of at whose hands, was something Harry had always hoped wouldn't happen.

Harry knew Draco had fully expected him to yell and cuss at him before proceeding to pack his things and leave. Much to Draco's surprise, Harry had done no such thing. Harry just couldn't have done that to Draco. As much as it hurt, Harry knew that Draco hadn't had a choice and felt just as bad about the happenings of that day as he did. It was just a consequence of war.

I adore the despair in your eyes

I worship your lips once red as wine

Lost in his thoughts, Harry hardly noticed Draco begin to stir and awaken. It came as a complete surprise when Draco rolled over and kissed Harry passionately on the lips. Their favorite way of saying good morning.

As they pulled out of the kiss Harry gazed into Draco's grey eyes. They seemed brighter than they had a couple years back. They still had some hurt in them, but Harry knew that hurt would never fully go away. He imagined they both would carry the burden of hurt for a long time.

And I crave for your scent sending shivers down my spine

And I just love the way you're running out of life

They kissed again and Harry shivered. This time, not from the cold.