Catching the Plane

There are only three things left now. Everything else was torn away long ago. Let me tell you about these three tiny things, which are the pain, my memories, and, last and least, my life. All of these are torturing me in there own way. My life by not relinquishing it's iron grip upon me, the memories for not fading, only becoming more vivid as I lay here, and it's obvious what the last one is doing.

I can feel it. Soon my time will be up, and I'm looking to embrace the end. Tonight, I think.

No matter where I look I'm reminded of something, weather it be my blood, vivid and red reminding me of Ron's shocking red hair and viscous temper, or the way white moonlight falls through my tiny window. A white that's almost the same colour as Draco's hair was. I can remember when we first got together, as though it were yesterday. We had been friends for years when it happened.

It was a day pleasantly cool, for the middle of summer. We were in a small Muggle cafe, and Draco was sitting across the table from me, his cool mid-winter grey eyes dead serious.

"I can tell something's getting you down, Drac. You're never this quiet without a reason."

In an instant those eyes went from dead serious, to being on fire with passion.

"Harry I'm in love with you."

I remember the feeling of his lips against mine, and the warmth that raced through my body, in that same moment. That's only another memory, warmth.

As I roll over, trying fruitlessly to escape the pain another memory rises before me. This time it's the last time I saw Draco, as he was boarding a plane for Egypt.

Draco turned to look at me, his eyes that same dancing, with a privet joke.

"Take care of yourself Harry. When I get back, I want you all in one piece"

"I bet I know what piece that is"

Draco laughed, then without warning his eyes became deadly serious, and in the way only a Malfoy's could.

"No Harry, I mean it. I want you to swear to me that if anything should happen you're going to keep your head down. Go into hiding or something, I don't know, but I want your word that you won't do anything crazy. That includes fighting them."

"You've got my word Draco."

Then the final call went up for boarding.

"Well I've got to fly. See you in a few weeks."

I couldn't even keep my last promise to you. Had our positions been changed, would you have been content with sitting on your ass all day Draco?

Somehow I doubt it.

Ahh, well, what can you do about it? To late for if, when, maybe, or but, isn't it.

I can't see anything properly, but the pain's finally fading. I wondered which of the three would let go of me first.

Hey, Draco. I may not be boarding the same flight as you, but I guess in the end, we'll be landing in the same destination.

Funny how these things work out, isn't it?