The Time Is Now

If you are going to love me,
love me now,
while I can know the sweet and tender feelings.
Which from true emotion flow.

Draco staired into the pair of bright green eyes, tears flowing down their cheeks as soft lips met in a tender kiss. Soft words escaped a pair of lips only to be swallowed by another, never heard in the passage of time. Blood gurgled up into the kiss and Draco pulled away, laying his lover's head down as he wiped a tear away from the other boy's face. "I love you." He whispered.

Love me now.
While I am living,
Do not wait till I am gone and then
Have it chiseled into marble,
Sweet words on ice-cold stone.

Draco staired at the mini statue, tracing the name with his fingers, smiling softly. He placed an emeral rose on the angel's wing before turning away, snow swirling around him, erasing all traces that he had been there.

If you have tender thoughts of me, Tell me know.
If you wait until I am sleeping,
Never to awaken,
There will be death between us,
And I will not hear them.

A well tanned hand picked up the rose and sniffed it before laying it among the others, lips curling into a grin. A heavily wrapped body soon followed Draco, smashing the barley visible footprints to smitherins.

So if you love me even a little bit,
Let me know while I am living
So I can treasure it.

Pale hand reached for tan, lips meeting for a brief kiss before Grey eyes looked into sparkling green. "I love you Harry Potter-Malfoy.."

"I love you too, Draco Malfoy-Potter." Harry whispered back before taking one final glance at his grave and smiling. "So...where were you buried again?"