Silence

Harry was sitting in the Prefect's bathroom. It was a large room, wide and cavernous, with walls that echoed with every sound made. The only sound was that of the large pool-sized bathtub filling up with water. Harry stared at his reflection. The water had stopped flowing and his face and chest came into clear view.

He was still fully clothed, minus the black robes he'd thrown into a corner. His white button down shirt was a bit damp in the water-saturated environment, and his tie still felt choking to him, even though it was partially untied. His black hair semi-covered his emerald green eyes, red from crying. He tried to pull his hair away, but it fell exactly where it had been before, and Harry soon gave up on it.

'So this is how it ends for the-boy-who-lived, huh?' Harry thought. 'Crying alone in a bathroom?' His hands clenched his wand tighter. All it would take is two words, just six syllables to break the silence pressed in on him and get it over with. He'd be with his parents again, and Sirius too. 'Sirius,' he thought. 'I miss you so much.' His brain told him it was time. Time to say the words that would end his life. He could feel a pulse in his temple pushing the wand away, but Harry pushed it back. 'This has to be the end...'

The door opened. It was quiet, but Harry knew it had happened anyway. He couldn't move, couldn't think. The wand was still held to his head; he could still do it, he could still end it all. He could still say it...

A hand placed itself onto Harry's shoulder. Harry cringed away from the touch, but the hand persisted, moving up the arm to the wand. Not a word was spoken, but Harry's hands dropped the wand. It clattered to the floor, the sound bouncing around on the walls. Another hand wrapped itself around Harry's waist. The owner of this hand knelt down and rested his chin on Harry's shoulder. Harry could see blonde hair mixing in with his own. Hair that blonde could only belong to one person: Draco Malfoy.

Harry turned and started to say something, but was shushed with lips pressing on his own. Harry was surprised, but not angry, and allowed himself to be swayed into open arms. The kiss wasn't a formal make-out session, but it felt like so much more.

After a while, the boys broke apart. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Draco put one finger over Harry's mouth, and Harry succumbed to the silence. The two sat, looking at each other, feeling the quiet press in upon them.

Draco moved first. He stood and walked to Harry. Harry stood up to meet him. No words were needed, and Draco walked away.

Harry watched him leave and stared after him for a long while, face void of expression. Then sighed, grinned, picked up his robes, and left the room.