Everything Else Could Wait

Draco had almost let him walk away from him once but he wasn't ever going to let him do that again. They would either live or die tonight.

But, Draco reassured himself, whatever happened they would face it together. Or they would if he could find the stupid git. If Harry died before he could find him he was going to kill him, even if he had to follow him into the afterlife to do it.

He searched the hallways of Hogwarts for his lover, becoming frantic with fear. He was starting to despair of ever finding him again when he came across the one person he least expected see. Ronald fucking Weasley blocking his way was the last thing he needed right now.

"Move it, poor boy," Draco snarled.

The red haired git shook his head in mock sadness at Draco. "You'll never change, ferret boy," he sneered. "I don't know why Harry thinks he loves you."

Draco crossed his arms across his chest with his wand still clutched in his hand. "If it makes you feel any better, Weasel, I don't know why he does either," he said coldly. "Now move."

Ron shook his head and his smirk was replaced by a look of deep sadness. He didn't want to help this prat go after Harry but he loved Harry like his own brothers, and if this bastard in front of him was the one to save him, then it wasn't his place to interfere.

Ron's next words stunned Draco into silence. "He is in the Great Hall. Go. He needs your help." Ron turned and walked away, shoulders slumped. Draco felt a chill run down his spine as the thought crossed his mind that this was the last anyone would ever see of Ron Weasley.

Fear stole his breath as Draco ran as fast as he could, hoping against hope that he would not be too late. He rushed through the doors into the Great Hall and stumbled to a stop, frozen in horror. A cry ripped itself from his throat at the scene laid out in front of him.

"No. No. NO!" he cried. "Please, God, this isn't happening." He forced himself to move, and he flew to the side of his lover, his friend, his everything.

"Harry," he choked, "please be alive." He ignored everything happening around them as he gathered the broken and bloody body of his lover into his arms.

"Draco," Harry said in a barely audible voice, "I thought --"

"Shh, I'm here," Draco reassured him in a shaking voice. He could hear the undertone of fear as he spoke. It couldn't end like this. It couldn't!

Harry reached up and drew a path with trembling fingers through the tears streaking down Draco's cheek. "Thank you for loving me," he breathed.

"No," Draco sobbed as Harry's body went limp in his arms. "Please, God, even You can't be so cruel. Don't take him from me, too."

Draco heard malicious laughter beside him and looked up into the red eyes of the one who had taken everything in his life that was worth living for. First his family and now his lover.

He carefully, lovingly placed Harry's still body on the floor. He would do what Harry had been trying to keep him from when he had told him to stay rather than join the fight. Harry would be waiting for him when Draco finished the task his lover had started.

"I'll come back to you, love," Draco whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Harry's scar. "I promise." He stood up, squaring his shoulders resolutely. He would do what must be done. Then he would join Harry.

After that. . .

Everything Else Could Wait.