Awaiting Death

It didn't matter anymore. As they fell into one another's arms the veil of care and their sense of what was right melted away into a mist of nothingness.

The end was coming for them both and they knew it. Even now as their lips locked in passion and fear they understood that every Death Eater alive would be searching for them, and this would be that last night together. The frosty moonlight bathed them in silver as Draco recalled the events of that day. The three of them, Draco, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini, had switched sides along time ago in the battle between Voldemort and the rest of the wizarding world, and had spent the past year funnelling information from the elite ring of Death Eaters to Dumbledore and the resistance party. But that night it had gone horribly wrong. Walter McNair had overheard them communicating with Dumbledore and in a rage had stormed in and killed Blaise. Draco remembered the pain he had felt as one of his dearest and oldest friends' body hit the stone floor of the dungeon, and he bit down harder on Pansy's lips, tears leaking from his eyes.

After that a lot of it had been a blur. After killing McNair, he apparated instantly to Voldemort, where he duelled him to what he wanted to be the death. Unfortunately Voldemort had performed a number of elaborate and powerful charms and spells on himself in a successful attempt to elude death, and after being hit by Draco's Avada Kedavara curse, merely slipped into an odd state of magical coma. Now with their leader lying lifelessly on the ground, the Death Eaters had sprung into violent attack, but not quickly enough to prevent Draco and an alarmed and terrified Pansy apparating as far away from them as they could.

But it wouldn't last. There were too many Death Eaters and they were too angry to prevent the whereabouts of the two fugitives to remain a secret for long. So as fear passed, and a steely cold resolution formed in their hearts, they abandoned care in one night of passion. Pansy cried for her two loves. One, her oldest friend, who had had her life viciously torn from her, and one who's would soon come to an end. She cried for the life she wished she could have had, and the love she would soon loose. Draco cried for himself, for Blaise, and for Pansy; always for Pansy. She was his jewelled flower and meant more to him than life itself.

For a long time the two merely held one another. Hidden in a small cottage deep in the forbidden forest they lay on a bed as tears seeped from their eyes. Neither of them had wanted this but it was a fate they were bound to.

Suddenly Pansy sat up. Her sheet of shining black hair fell gracefully down her back as she stood up and walked across the creaking wooden boards to a large oak dresser. Confusion was beginning to dawn on Draco's face, mixed with misery and anguish, and asked Pansy what she was doing.

Pansy didn't answer, merely opened one of the drawers and pulled out a small glass phial. When she held it up to the light Draco could see it contained a deep sapphire coloured liquid, and a yellowed label on the front proclaimed in an elegant script that it was 'Mortre Liquis'.

Suddenly it dawned on Draco Pansy's plan. She held in her hand one of the most deadly potions known to man. He didn't ask where she got it from, or if she had brewed it how she had obtained pure dragon's blood, because it wasn't important. Fire danced in the grate as his bluely grey eyes locked with Pansy's deep emerald ones, and they both knew what had to be done.

Conjuring two crystal goblets, Pansy poured a few drops of the liquid into each, took a deep breath, and walked back over to Draco. An owl hooted distantly in the forest, its cry seeming sharp, intense, and foreboding.

So as they took their final kiss, and drank the lethal mixture, they embraced for the last time. Their hearts burned but neither knew if it was from the potion or their love, and as they died in each others arms, the moon moved from behind a cloud, casting a silvery beam upon their bodies.

They would always be together now, under it's light.