Falling


Harry is standing on the building. Harry is looking at the sky. Harry is jumping. Harry is
falling.

See Harry fall?

He does like he does everything, head first and unorganized, limbs flailing for a purchase in the clear air icy air air so thin there's nothing there-

Harry is choking.

Harry fell in love with a boy. (little faggot) Harry kisses him and touches him and oh-

(little freak)

Their kisses are fire and ice, are winter and beginning and eternal damnation and endings- they are the fires of hell and the ice of the ninth circle. one layer for every scream, filming over mouths used to-

oh.

Harry thinks that his lover is perfect.
Draco thinks Potter's a p(rat)(erfect)

They kiss.

Draco fell.

See Draco fall?

He does it like he does everything- slowly and cautiously, arms crossed haughtily over his chest. Harry follows. Harry always follows.

This is Draco and Harry-
they were buried hand in hand and so they haunt the school together, unable to
escape each other even in death. Can you taste the memories? They can't touch each other anymore. They can't touch anything. They stare at each other and imagine
what it felt like to die.
One after the other- but neither remembers who jumped first.


See them fall?
Pretty in black and blonde and red. Gryffindor red and Potter Black hair hide blood so much easier than Draco's blonde and silver, pale and stark and obvious and strange people thought it was always Malfoy hiding... There is no hiding this.

They are a contrast. of light and dark and hate and love and working so hard at dying that they forgot they were alive.

Harry's broken body is beside Draco's. He took his lover's hand and remembered where it touched and felt and-

oh.

Draco thought Harry was thick.
Harry thought Draco was sick.
Draco made Harry suck his dick.

Falling is like nothing but the rush of dying. Death by falling is not so bad as all that.

See? See them fall? One after the other but hand in hand and always together-

Harry and Draco are falling.

~the end~



So there you have it.... I was trying to find any sort of basis for a moderately realistic H/D relationship. I got this, whatever it is, and while not much of a help in any future stories, I thought that someone out there might like it. *shrugs.*
Oh, and the standard disclaimer which should have been at the top...none of this is mine, blahblahblah, don't sue me, blahblahblah.....