Nocturne in G Minor

Harry wakes up

The rain pounded against the window. Lightning streaked through the night sky. Harry tossed and turned in his bed, until he could stand it no longer. Sighing, he stood, and padded softly towards the window.

He looks to the window

Out the window he watched the trees be beaten into submission by the wind. Leaves flew away in the breeze, leaving their wrecked home.

Oh how Harry wished he could be swept away by the wind, from all the pain that consumed him.

He hears music

In the storm, Harry heard the quiet of the piano, from below his room. He knew the melody was coming from his lover's beautiful hands.

He thinks of his lover

Draco. Was there any way to describe the wonder that is he? Harry could imagine his lover, sitting on the piano bench, back straight, head down. He could see Draco's fingers sliding gracefully along the black and white keys, stroking them with confidence and somberness.

He thinks of the fight they had

Harry's thoughts drift to earlier that night. The yelling and the screaming echoed off the barren walls. Tonight it had been about lack of trust. The night before was lack of trust. Draco couldn't trust Harry, no matter how hard he tried.

And Harry refused to trust someone who knowingly did not trust him back. It was all he ever wanted, to share his fear of neglect, and love of life with the one he loved.

He follows the music downstairs

Sighing, Harry pulled on some black fuzzy slippers, he'd received as a present that Christmas. Before he truly realized what he was doing, he was half way down the stairs, heading towards the drawing room where the piano was kept.

He sees his lover sitting at the piano

Standing in the doorway, he watched as Draco's lovely hands slid elegantly across the keys, the sound emanating through the walls, and straight to his heart. It was a slow, sad tune...beautiful, and enchanting.

He gets lost in the music his lover plays for him

Listening to the song, Harry remembered the first time they met, the first time they touched. The first time they made love.

The first time they fought. The first time he slapped Draco. The first time Draco slapped him back.

The first time they made up.

Harry doesn't hear the music stop.

His lover walks over to him

Harry doesn't notice Draco walk toward him. He doesn't see the sad smile on his face. All Harry can remember is the first time he really looked into Draco's blue eyes.

Harry doesn´t hear anything but the sound of the music floating in his mind, harboring to everything single thought that could ever bring him comfort.

His lover walks past him

Draco paused, and laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. There was so much the former Slytherin wanted to say. Draco wasn´t sure how to say it. He captured Harry's eyes, with one last painful look, then left.

Harry watched Draco´s retreating back. Vaguely he wondered where his lover was heading. Then he wondered if he´d ever see him again.

He and his lover are no more

Harry knows in his heart, his lover is gone forever.