"It's decidedly bizarre, when the Worst Thing happens and you find yourself still conscious, still breathing" - Elisa Albert; The Book of Dahlia

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'You know,' the raven-haired boy spoke. He had been resting his head on my bared chest for a while now and I could not complain. 'I never thanked you for arranging a family for me on Family Day.'

'What do you mean?' I asked, not wanting to take full credits for it (even though it had indeed been my idea). Harry did not have to know that, at least not necessarily. 'I know that it was you who suggested to invite the Weasley family, Dr. Dolan told me,' his beautiful voice spoke.

'Oh, really?' I asked, not letting him even answer that. 'Well, it was my idea to invite Mrs. Weasley since I know that she is the closest you ever had to a mother figure, all the others just came along I suppose.'

'Do not be so modest,' the Boy Who Lived spoke to me with a punitive tone in his voice. 'If it was not for you they would have never known that Family Day even existed, because of you I had a great day. Unfortunately I could not do the same for you.'

'Do not worry,' I said, locking my eyes to the plastic stars that we had not removed after our date. 'Seeing my father and hearing him talk to me like that was awful, I will admit that. However, Family Day allowed me to finally let go of that man for good. My mother promised me to leave him as well, hopefully for good this time. She is seeing a therapist that can help her get through the divorce as well. Maybe everything is finally making sense, you know. And that after just five weeks of therapy.'

'I know right,' Harry spoke. 'It is crazy how much our lives have changed. I think we have even won the aftermath.'

'What do you mean "Aftermath"?' I asked the other boy. The boy I had grown to love. 'We both have suffered during the war, but when it ended it did not really end for us. Right?' he started, making me nod in agreement. He was right, for me the war never really had stopped until I came to the clinic. 'So, that means that we still had to fight another war; the aftermath. Also known as the war against our own demons.'

'Why are you so smart?' I asked him, slowly placing a kiss on his lips. However, the raven haired boy had different plans. He slowly kissed my lips again, showing me that he wanted to share a proper kiss with me. He slowly climbed on top of me, placing one leg to each side of my body. I felt his tongue slowly entering my mouth, causing a low groan to leave my throat. Every time the raven-haired boy's lips touched mine I seemed to wonder off to a world in which only him and I existed. The taste of his mouth on mine made me almost faint, that is how good it felt. I loved him, I loved his touch, I loved his lips.

I pulled him closer to me, allowing him to take the lead for a moment. However, that moment was only short-lived. I quickly turned us around, causing him to fall on his back as I crawled on top of him. My sudden dominant move make a soft moan escape his lips, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. I reconnected our lips while I allowed my hands to slip under his blue T-Shirt. His hands seemed to have the same idea, soon I felt him softly scratching my back, something that caused a deep, raspy moan to leave my lips.

Soon my lips left his and started to travel in the direction of his neck, were I started to plant soft and wet kisses. I could feel how his body gave in to my touch, I could feel how he started to hold his breath as soon as I found the right spot.

'D-Draco,' he softly moaned as I started to nibble on that sensitive spot carefully. 'Y-You are driving me c-crazy.'

I smiled against his neck and soon after that I reconnected our lips for a last kiss before I pulled away. I would have given everything to just fuck him, right there and then. He looked so flustered, lying on his back with a red colour on his cheeks and his eyes closed. However, I knew that I did not want our first time to be in here; in a clinic for people with mental health issues. I wanted it to be special, simply because he deserved that. And maybe because I knew deep down that I deserved that as well.

'I am going to take a quick shower,' I mumbled into his beautiful ear before biting in it carefully and softly. A low sound of protest left his lips as his hands travelled up to grab my hear. 'Please do not leave,' he mumbled. 'Not now when everything starts to feel so right.'

'Harry, calm those hormones down. I will be right back, okay? I promise you that I will kiss you as long as I can when I am back, alright?'

'Alright,' the raven-haired boy said, opening his beautiful green eyes. For a moment I could just stare at him, for a moment his beauty seemed to capture me. 'Gosh, you are so beautiful,' I mumbled before giving him a last quick kiss on his cheek. An even deeper red had spread over his cheeks, something that made me proud. I made him feel this way. I could make him blush like that, I could make him moan like that. No one else could. Only I.

'I will be right back, stay here beautiful,' I whispered before leaving the room. 'Hurry up, you idiot!' he screamed after me, but I could not react since I had already closed the wooden door. I hurried to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

However, when I had almost dried myself off completely a siren went off. The siren made a noise I had never heard before. It was loud and seemed to go right through me.

My hands quickly put the clothes on my body, and by the time I was wearing my trousers again I had opened the door with a confused look on my face. What was going on? I tried to open the wooden door that gave me access to the hallway, but my hands were not able to open the door. As the siren seemed to get louder panic started to raise.

'Hello?' I asked, being scared for the unknown. 'Hello? Is somebody there? I cannot open the door?'

Nobody reacted, something that caused me to panic even more. I started to knock on the door with my fists, something that hurt a little since they were not fully healed yet. 'Hello? Can somebody please help me?'

I tried it again, but still was not able to open the door. My panic seemed to reach a new level as I noticed smoke entered the room, creeping into the bathroom through the little gap between the door and the floor. In that moment I realised that it was a fire alarm, and since there was smoke as well it had to be a fire. Looking at the grey clouds I knew that the flames must have been close.

'Hello? Please, someone, help me!' I screamed again, feeling sincerely terrified. I had no idea how long I had been standing there, knocking on the door, screaming for help, but eventually someone had heard me.

'Hello?' a man's voice broke through my scared screams. The room had been filled with smoke, causing me to breath in the toxic smoke. I coughed, not being able to react properly.

'Help!' I screamed out, feeling nothing more but a vulnerable feeling. I thought that the man would not hear me, part of me was ready to die there. But as soon as I had reacted, the man somehow seemed to have located me.

'Please step back young man, I will get you out off there.'

I did, feeling nothing more but a numb feeling. I had breath in a good amount of smoke, something that caused my sight to get blurry.

'Are you ready?' the life saving man asked me. 'Yes,' I said as loud as I could, what turned out to be not loud at all. Luckily the man had heard me and with one ferm kick he had opened the door for me. As soon as I saw the man standing and I realised I had been saved my mind seemed to go to another place. Or better said another person: Harry.

'Have you seen Harry?' I asked him immediately. A cough escaped my lips, causing my body to collapse. 'Have you seen a raven-haired boy with green eyes, glasses, about this tall? He is wearing the same clothes as I am wearing?' I asked him again, my voice still very weak. 'Have you seen him?'

'I am afraid not,' the man replied, but I did not listen to him any longer then that. Before I knew it my legs started to run towards the source of the smoke. The unknown but live saving man called for me, begging me to come back. I was to determined to turn around, the only thing I could think about was my boyfriend.

Their was a possibility that Harry was no longer in our shared room, since I had been locked into the bathroom for a couple of minutes. Yet, that did not seem to make sense. Harry would have passed the bathroom on his way out, and he had not. Or at least I thought he had not done that.

He would have checked to see if I was still there. I knew he would have.

The amount of smoke became higher and higher. It was hard for me to breath or to see anything. Once I had reached the door my vision had become blurry.

'Harry?' I asked as my hands tried to open the door. But this door as well seemed to have difficulties opening it. 'Harry?' I called out for him again.

'D-Draco?' I heard him asking, causing me to feel both relieved as absolutely terrified. He was still in there, he was still locked up breathing in more and more toxic smoke by the second.

'Step back, H-Harry. I am g-going to get you out of there,' I promised him, coughing. I tried to kick in the door, something that I could not succeed in. 'Step back,' I told him, trying to open the door again and again. Nothing seemed to help and it became harder for me to see things.

'I am going to g-get you out of t-there,' I promised him, but deep down I knew that is was not going to work. The hallway had never been so empty before. I saw red flames coming around the corner.

'Go,' I heard the raven-haired boy saying. 'Y-You will n-not be able to get me out of h-here. G-Go before you d-die as well.'

I could not let him die there. I would not let him die there. I heard his coughs going right through the wooden door. With the last amount of strengt I had left in my body I tried to kick in the door one last time. I felt like crying from relieve when the door flew open because of my kick.

I had never been that happy in my life before. Once I had entered the room I pulled the raven-haired boy into a hug immediately. I could feel how weak he had become from inhaling all those toxic gasses.

'You d-did it,' he cried in my neck. 'Y-you saved me. Are you an a-angel?'

'Of course I a-am,' I said jokingly, before realising that the red hot flames were coming our way a little too quickly. 'Come on, w-we have to get out of here.'

However, that was not as easy as I hoped it would have been. I had difficulties walking but that was nothing compared to the difficulties Harry had with moving forward. His legs did not work the way they used to do anymore. My body tried to support his, I tried to take him with me. It did not matter how hard our minds wanted to walk forwards: our bodies were too tired.

'C-Come on, Harry,' I mumbled. It seemed to take forever, but when we finally reached the bathroom again I had hope that we might survive. However, that hope died quickly after I felt my boyfriend faint in my arms. His entire body collapsed to the ground, causing me to fall down as well. Pain pulled through my ankle. I could feel the bone inside of my leg breaking, just like my heart did once I realised that we were never going to make it.

Harry's unconsciously body was laying next to mine. If I would have been alone I would have given it up right there. But I was not alone; Harry was with me. The boy who had survived so much horrible things. He had survived Lord Voldemort, he had escaped death multiple times. Now it was up to me to make sure that he would survive this as well. The situation did not seem to be hopeful at all. We were going to die if I did not handle quickly. So I did, with the last amount of strengt I had left in my body I tried to crawl forwards while pulling Harry with me.

'Hello? I someone there?' I heard a male voice calling out after a few hopeless minutes. I could feel my body turning numb, I could feel my lungs screaming for some fresh air. I could feel how my eyes almost rolled back into my skull. With the last breath I had inside of me and before fainting as well I reacted to the men's words.

'Help us!' I yelled, but unfortunately my voice was not loud enough for him to hear it. 'Help us!' I screamed again, before taking one last look at the most beautiful boy in the world. After that the world around me became even blurrier, and eventually it turned into one black hole that swallowed me.