I Do What I Want (Drarry)

White Light

                Bright. Too bright. Draco's lids were closed but he could see how bright it was behind his eyes. He wasn't sure what was going on. Was he dead? Was he alive? Or was he just swimming in an existence of nothingness? He wasn't conscious of memories or past experiences. He was just a being floating through the bright white. He was curious. That is a side effect of being human. He couldn't help but wonder where he was or what he was supposed to be doing. Order. Wasn't that what made the world go round? There was a rhyme or reason to the world, it was order that let people know where they fit in life. Draco was positive that he was supposed to be doing something. Doing nothing seemed like an odd choice. Was this supposed to be a pleasurable experience? Was doing nothing an experience he was supposed to enjoy?

            A distant sound made his ears twitch in awareness. He found himself wanting to fight the pain that he knew would happen if he opened his eyes. Did he want to look into blinding light for an unknown noise?

            "Draco." The answer was yes, yes he did. Thousands of memories swam into his mind as he pried open his eyes and blinked heavily into the white light. He realized that the voice was familiar. He narrowed his eyes into the light as he tried to place it.

            "Love, can you hear me?" Draco snapped his head up. Harry. The first thing he realized as he fought his limbs to sit up was that the room was not as bright as the thought it was. Just that the ceiling was bright lights, artificial blinding lights. That would explain the pain. He was in a tiny square room. No bigger than a kitchen. Every part of the room was white, to the walls to floor. Even his clothing, he was wearing a bright set of white robes. He turned his head and caught sight of his entire reason for existing. "Harry." He breathed out before completely launching himself at him.

            Harry chuckled slightly as he held on to Draco. He let out a relieved sigh. He hadn't been sure what to think when he came to and saw that Draco was just lying there unmoving. He had been worried that his soulmate was too far gone.

            "I wasn't sure what had happened to us." Draco whispered as he held on to Harry tighter. He could still see the way Harry looked with blood pouring down his face. The way Harry had continued to clutch the Sorcerer's Stone even as he was dying. The way that Harry's entire body began to crack and buckle under the weight of too much magic from the darkness.

            Harry's memory was a little hazy. He could remember hearing Draco tell him to push out the darkness. He could remember knowing that they were going to die. "You offered to let Finneus go." Harry said in amused confusion.

            Draco huffed at the fleeting 'moment' that they just had. Leave it to Harry to ruin it. He narrowed his eyes in a challenge. "What of it?"

            Harry grinned cheekily. "I think that you have really taken Hufflepuff pride in stride." Draco growled lowly in his throat.

            "Do not tempt my patience. I will kill you." Draco threatened with narrowed eyes. No one threatens his Slytherin reputation.

            Harry threw his head back and laughed loudly. Such a sweet sound that caused Draco's mouth to twitch. He cursed inwardly at the fact that Harry could do that to him.

            "We are already dead love." Harry reminded him before sobering up. Dead. That was an interesting thought. He thought of the family that they were leaving behind. He sighed sadly at all that they would be missing. He wouldn't be there to see Teddy grow up. He wouldn't be there for when the quartet got married and had children of their own. He wouldn't be there to witness the love between Severus and Remus grow. He wouldn't be there to see Lucius and Narcissa be wonderful grandparents.