Lifelike

Porcelain, are you wasting away in your skin? Are you missing the love of your kin? Drifing and floating and fading away... (H/D slash)

Draco Malfoy wants to become the most perfect prefect in Hogwarts history. His only source for help? An annoying Gryffindor who's much more perfect than Malfoy thinks. How does the rigorous training work for Malfoy, though?

Warning: All fluff and barely any plot. Read only if you have a strong stomach or if you love Harry/Blaise slash fluff.

He heard someone approaching. He turned, smiling. He knew who it was. When he saw the outstretched arm pointed at him. holding a wand that had brought an untimely fate to so many wizards and witches, his smile faded.``"Draco."``"Harry."````Harry thought he'd finished the Dark Wizard reign of fear. He didn't know his lover was destined to continue it.

The ground was so inviting. It looked almost warm. Harry swore upon all that he loved, which wasn't much these days, that he could hear it whisper his name seductively. "Harry... come on, jump on off and embrace me... forget your troubles...."``Harry wants to jump. Will Draco let him?

Harry leaves on a plane. Draco couldn't stop him. Short, not fluffy, slashy to no end.