Potter!

You're already forgiven

The room was eerily quiet after Lucius had spoken. Everyone was watching Draco, unsure of his next action. He was unsure of his next action himself.

"Go on Draco, we don't have all day." His father prompted at his silence.

He didn't dare look into Harry's eyes, but he knew that he was staring straight through him. "Draco." He spoke to catch his attention, his voice soft and calm, which made it so much worse.

Draco inhaled and looked at him, seeing his green eyes flashing, but there was no fear in them. He wondered how that could be possible, he was most likely about to die, one way or another. He doubted his father would let Harry live even if he did choose him. But then again, he died once before and still survived, so maybe he wasn't afraid anymore.

"You have to do it." Harry whispered, his eyes filled with love and respect and every positive emotion that people do not usually feel when they're about to die.

Draco shook his head violently as another voice came from the other side of the room, "Don't do it, Draco." Ron had screamed, causing a hand to by thrust over his mouth. He admired him, he would give up his life for Harry's.  But then he had that effect on a lot of people, even himself.

"No, please, you have to do it! I can't watch anyone else die!" Harry's voice was hoarse and his heart broke at the sound.

"Draco." His father gestured towards his lover, who was released from the death eater's hold and pushed to the floor in front of him. He found himself looking down at him, watching him recover and sit back, gazing up with a sorry expression.

Breathing in sharply, he ran his eyes over Harry's features, drinking it all in, for he assumed this would be the last time he'd see him alive. He wanted it to be the last thing he'd see also, though he was unsure it was possible to kill yourself with the killing curse, he was going to try. Or perhaps his father would put him out of his misery, but he would more likely enjoy letting him suffer with the guilt and loss.

Hand trembling, be raised his wand and pointed it towards the afraid looking ravenette.  Here he was again, in a place to kill the one and only chosen one, only this time he had his father over his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't back away. He couldn't back away, for his friends, for his mother, for Harry.

In all the years he'd spent torturing Harry while secretly wishing they could be together, he had never once imagined this moment, he never imagined that they would end up here. Even in the same room, a year earlier when he looked into his soft green eyes and told his father he couldn't be sure if it was him or not. He assumed he'd always survive, after all he was the chosen one, death just wasn't in his vocabulary. But avoiding death a third time seemed impossible, even for the likes of Harry Potter.

The room was deathly quiet, everyone was waiting for the words. Ginny was crying silently,  Hermione had closed her eyes, her face wet, Ron was watching eyes wide in shock, Luna seemed to be praying in some way, blinking back tears behind her blonde eyelashes, and Neville looked as though he was about to faint. But Harry looked calm, his eyes were locked with Draco's, a soft encouraging smile pasted on his lips.

Tears now fell down Draco's pale skin, the entirety of the ocean seemed to emerge from inside him and mourn the boy he had not even murdered yet. He watched as Harry nodded at him, apparently to make it easier, though it didn't help in the slightest.

"Draco, it's okay. I love you." Harry's words were barely audible but it caused more tears to cascade down his cheeks and drip carelessly from  his chin. His hand was visibly shaking now and the sobs caught in his throat, threatening to escape.

Harry's eyes were full of one emotion; love. He admired Draco for doing this, to save everyone else he loved. If Draco could do this, then it proved that he really was a good person on the inside. After everything he had done in the past, however wrong it might seem to murder his lover, he was dying for the greater good again, just like he had only a year ago. Only this time he would not come back, and he accepted that.

Closing his eyes, he sucked in a last breath, willing Draco to say the words and to see the flash of green light through his eyelids.

But it never came.

"Draco please." Harry felt the tears splash onto his hands which were placed on the floor in front of his as he knelt. He had to do this, no one else could die because of him.

"Harry..." Draco breathed coarsely, "Harry, I- I love you. Forgive me."

"You're already forgiven."

He hoped this meant it was over soon, he couldn't bare waiting, vulnerable on the floor like a child. The silence of the room deafened his ears, so he closed his eyes tight and imagined how his life with Draco could have been. How they could've grown even closer, if that were possible. How he could've proposed to him, under the starry sky, and they could've got married in the mountains surrounded by their friends, their adopted family. How they could have adopted children, taken on Teddy and looked after him how Remus and Tonks would've wanted him to. How they could've died old and grey, together after a long happy life.

It was only at the point of his death he had realised how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Malfoy, his enemy, an ex death eater who'd tormented him through his school years.

At least, he thought, that he could be excited to see his parents again. His parents, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred, Cedric, Dumbledore, Snape, though he wasn't sure if he'd have the same old sneer, or be kind to him now.

He heard Lucius speak again, possibly to encourage his wavering son to complete his task, but he no longer cared, just focusing on the images of his parents, and thinking back to the last time he'd kissed Draco, letting the familiar warmth spread through his veins.

Draco was speaking, he didn't hear what he'd said but then he could hear the words ring out through the silence,  he'd never thought he'd hear them from his lover's lips. But he plunged himself back into thoughts of their precious time together.

"Avada k-" The words were drowned out by a huge crack, echoing around the room, and when everyone blinked back the surprise, they found a crowd of people had just appeared in the centre of the room.