Chapter 10: Ummistakably falling

Harry paced around the sick took quietly as he stared at the unconscious man lying on the bed. Draco had immediately collapse after the incident due to the loss of blood, leaving Harry to sent him to Madame Pomfrey for care.

Running his hand through his own hair roughly and nearly pulling it out, he sighed loudly and decided to sit at the chair.

It was better to think about something else that the current situation he was in.

The helpless look in his eyes struck his discorded heart like ripples of waves. He couldn't understand why, the sorrow and anguish coming upon him.

He couldn't understand how seeing Malfoy, bratty, snobbish Malfoy crying, could make his heart hurt so much.

Glancing at the man before him, he marveled how Malfoy could look so graceful even when he wasn't conscious. His hair had gradually faded to nearly all white as time had past, yet when Harry looked, it was all art.

His hair draped over his face like curtains as his face seemed peaceful, lulled into sleep since, perhaps, weeks of not sleeping. He understood the fear, for the worse terrors was not a night full of devils and demons, but the seemingly peaceful sleep where you realize they were nothing but dreams.

Fake realities that never existed.

Because, somehow, that was more cruel in a way one could never imagine, the anguish that would come back when you realize in the end, you had to face the world.

A world that hates you.

A world that regards you as a savior.

It was, in some ways, the world was different in everyone's eyes.

For those who have suffered, such world was just living hell.

Harry remembered the pain that had struck him, pain worse than the one inflicted by Voldemort. It nearly ripped him apart as he turned and ran as fast as he could toward somewhere.

He didn't know when, or what happened, just a feeling that he had to get there as soon as he could.

It was a feeling he didn't have since a long time ago.

Since The War.

Losing someone close to him.

And when he finally saw the scene in front of him, silent tears fell quietly.

The hurt, the pain.

Why did he feel like he could understand?

Why did it pained his heart so much that he feel like his heart was being ripped apart?

Opening his eyes, he looked at Draco before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him gently with the feeling of regret that he couldn't understand.

.................

When he woke up, the room was empty, excluding himself.

Blurry images of what happened flashes across his mind with lightning speed as he reviewed everything with blank eyes and empty heart.

Like a whisper, a breeze, something fluttered across his heart and momentarily, a spark flickered in his eyes.

The blurred memory of him, his hand on his head with countless emotions making him wanting to paint all. The gentle, warm touch and the heat on his hair. He distantly remembered the echoes of soft whispers ringing in his head.

Opening his eyes, Draco's eyes stared at the blank ceiling.

It...was just a dream.

There were no possible way that Harry would wait for him.

Yet, the disappointment in him said otherwise.
.................

He was demented.

Why?

But why ever not?

He could still think back to the pale body on the bed, and he, nearing him with such turmoils that he, for once, couldn't breath.

He couldn't breath.

He couldn't breathe as his own lips touched Draco's forehead, before backing off with horror of what he did.

What made him this way?

He had never felt attraction, yet when attraction came to him, it was seemingly like poison, deadly poison, yet a drug upon his very own soul.

He never wanted this, it to happened.

In his thoughts, his nails mindlessly scrapped his scarred wrist, drawing blood.

Running around the place three times, he desperately fought the tears back as his mind searched for the wooden door.

Please, anything, just give me a place I can be alone. He begged soundlessly.

And when it appeared, he quickly entered it as he fought against a panic attack.

It consumed him, and he was drowning, again, and again.

He can't breath.

He can't breath.

His sobs was the anguish of  thousands of anguish and pain, accumulated until it cracked.

For he was a piece of glass, strained until he would crack.

And, finally, the glass broke, shattering into ten thousands of wordless screams, disappearing among the scattered and dead hopes.

Why?

Because, he, Harry Potter, had fell utterly for Draco Malfoy.

And like a fallen Angel, he descended into his own tormented hell.

For two boys, wasn't able to love each other.

Love, had strike a bullet through his heart.

And it ends! Boom! Haha-no wait don't strangle me!

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So, yup, one month of no updates due to exams. Oh, and no inspiration, coupled with laziness. *hides under table*

So fellow humans, please be patient and wait till the end of this week for the next update (totally not guarantee--

I know it's a  little short compared with the other chapters, but bear with me ;)

S'long!