Hi! You can thank the lovely artist of that picture and the song Say Something for inspiring this one.

The actual song isn't technically about someone who died, but that's my interpretation of it.

And FYI, this is more movie based than book based. And please excuse my misspelling of anything that isn't a real word (according to the computer).

Word Count: 840

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death, blood 

"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort cried out joyously. The deatheaters sneered. 

Draco pushed his way to the front of the crowed of Hogwarts students, praying it wasn't true. As he broke through the crowed, he caught sight of Hagrid setting Harry down at his feet. He pushed forward, running to him.

"No!" he yelled, falling to his knees, pulling Harry's head into his lap. "No, no, no. Please," he whispered. "You can't die. Please. I love you."

He hugged Harry's body to his chest letting out a sob. Every one is watching and he hates it. They all cry like they knew him. They don't. Didn't. They've heard of his name, seen his face, but never really knew him. Not like Draco did.

They all watch him fall apart, sobbing into Harry's body. They think they understand. That they can offer him sympathy. He doesn't want it. They will never understand.

He suddenly grows angry, standing up to face Voldemort. "You," he said angrily. "You will pay for this." He runs at him. 

He feels his mother's arms, holding him back. He pushes her off. 

"Draco," she said. "Think about what you are doing, Draco." She pulled him close to her, holding him back. "He's alive," she whispered into his ear. "I was told to make sure- make sure he was dead. He wasn't, but he told me you were safe, and I spared him. He's alive Draco. Please, just think about what you are doing. Harry will get up when he knows it's time."

He struggled against her. "Liar," he said. "Don't lie to me. He's dead. You just want me to stay back. But I won't. I loved him. And now he's gone."

"Draco," she pleaded. "Please, you have to believe me."

He holds his wand up, pointing it at Voldemort.

"You think you can defeat me?" he taunts. "Silly boy. You cannot kill me." He continues on but Draco doesn't hear what he is saying. He raises his wand, not noticing the surprised gasps of the crowd.

What he does notice, is the way Voldemort stops talking, looking scared almost.

There was no way Voldemort was scared of him, was there? He takes a second to glance over his shoulder and sees- Harry?

"Harry," he breaths out, not quite a question, but not really a statement either.

His mother lets out a relieved sigh, grabbing his arm, pulling him closer to her, standing in front of him to protect him. 

Harry raises his wand, and deatheaters scream and start apparating away. 

Draco's mother pulls on his arm, trying to escape. He pulls out of her grasp fighting his way through the confusion.

Harry. He must get to Harry.

He finally breaks from the crowd, his eyes scanning for Harry. He frantically searches the courtyard, but he's no where to be found. 

He runs into the castle, despite the desperate tug on his arm by his mother. 

"Draco, just leave it," his father says. "It's just a stupid boy."

No! Draco thinks. Not just some stupid boy. He's Harry. My Harry.

He searches the castle, asking if anyone has seen him. No one has seen either him or Voldemort.  Then finally, he spots out a window, the two of them standing in the courtyard below, wands raised.

Draco, turns abruptly down the stairs, running faster than he's ever run before. 

Harry. Must. Get. To Harry.

But it seems fate doesn't want it that way. He's met by a large crowed gathering on the stairs to watch. 

"Let me through!" he yells.

No one hears him.

"Let me through!" he yells again, louder this time.

Still, no body hears.

Looks like we will be doing this the hard way, he thinks. He starts pushing his way through. 

"Hey, watch it," someone says. "We all want to see what's happening, you don't get to shove."

Draco ignores them pushing forward.

More people start telling him to stop. "Just let me through," he says through gritted teeth. "I just want to get to Harry. Please let me through."

No one listens. Until he raises his wand. There are several screams, but he doesn't care. He just wants to get to Harry. Has to get to Harry. He needs to make sure he is okay. That he's still in one piece. That he's alive.

When he reaches the doorway, he finds Harry standing there as if in shock, covered in blood and bruised.

"Harry!" he calls out, running to him. Harry barely has time to register what's happening before Draco is upon him, arms wrapped around him, face buried in his neck. 

He takes a shaky breath, breathing in Harry's familiar sent, trying not to cry. "I'm sorry," he said. "I missed you."  I love you. The words hang in the air around them. The words he means to say, but can't quite bring himself to. 

He's never said them aloud before. Except for when Harry was dead. 

"I missed you too," Harry says, capturing Draco's lips in a kiss.

"I love you," Draco murmurs. He can feel Harry smiling against his mouth.

"I love you too."

Oh my gosh guys, I am so sorry I haven't posted in forever. I will do my best to also have a Larry oneshot up soon, but no promises.

I wasn't really sure how to end this one, so I hope it's okay.

Don't forget to take care of yourselves. I love you all so much <33

-Addie