Song- Human

Two days before his wedding, Draco left the castle late at night with a thousand things running through his mind.

He didn't want to marry Pansy.

He was in love with Harry.

He wanted to run away with Harry.

He wanted to kiss Harry.

He wanted to get married to Harry.

What if he did?

What if he married Harry and they lived happily ever after as the world around them burned and screamed toxic threats that bounced off their love for each other?

What if they would be okay?

Draco would never know unless he tried.

He didn't have a ring, but he had a crown, one Harry could wear one day. It would look beautiful accompanied with the last name of Malfoy.

Will you marry me, will you marry me, will you marry me, will you marry me ran through Draco's head a thousand times as he approached the figure in front of the lake.

But when Harry turned around, the words disappeared off Draco's tongue.

Harry's green eyes sparkled with unshed tears, holding unspoken pain.

"Harry, what's wr-"

"Why didn't you tell me the wedding was in two days?"

Draco stilled. Harry's voice was broken and hoarse and pained, and oh fuck, Draco had forgotten to tell him about the wedding.

"Harry-"

"Draco." The word was whispered, but it may as well have been screamed. "I can't do this."

Nononononono rang through Draco's head over and over a million times. "Harry, please-"

"I'm done, Draco."

"No," Draco whispered, his voice cracking. "No, Harry, please-"

"We're done, Draco."

And Harry turned away, and walked off.

And Draco broke.