Happy belated Brithday, enchanted_jae! (original) (raw)
Title: Days By Your Side – A Song For A Broken Heart
Author: Lire 
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Beta: Lovely B. Any mistakes left are my own.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Sometimes I wish someone out there would find me
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own in any shape or form these characters, JK does. Only playing with them for my own amusement and yours. I do not own either Boulevard Of Broken Dreams, by Greenday.
Warning(s): Angst. Fluff. Past character death.
Word Count: 702
Author's Notes: Written for enchanted_jae's birthday with a prompt of favorite song. Sorry it's so short... I hope you enjoy this, honey, and that you had a wonderful day!
Author's Note 2: This also fits prompt Dismal at 
hpfanfic10x10.
Draco never attended funerals, not even the ones held for Severus Snape. Over the years, he had found quite distressing the voice of the speakers, the soft yet faked words they used to describe the life of the one they were honouring. That was why he was all alone in Grimmauld Place the day Harry was to attend Fred Weasley's fifth year anniversary funeral.
It was not that he had not been accepted into the rituals of the Weasley family Harry belonged to. When they had publicly announced they were together, the Weasleys – who already knew – had wrapped them in their arms and shielded them from any external danger. But although he could accept the weekly invitation to have dinner on Sunday evening at The Burrow, just as Harry always refused to share his time with Lucius Malfoy, Draco couldn't make himself walk into a white chapel and listen to people talking about the dead.
They didn't know what they were talking about.
He shook the memories of a war long since finished, and started humming a soft melody as he prepared dinner for two. He always cooked whenever Harry attended any function or funeral related to the war – the savior always came back weakened and somehow dismal about anything he may have seen during his time out. Afterwards, Harry would only come out of the house for work purposes, always coming back as soon as possible to enjoy some time alone with Draco.
The blond cherished those sacred moments.
Just when he was about to finish chopping some carrots, he heard the clinking of keys and a low sigh. He wiped his hands on a dishcloth and walked through the hall, only to hear the click of a door, understanding that Harry probably was locked away in the studio. Shaking his head, he didn't have to wait long before a Muggle song blared through the closed door, reaching his ears.
I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known, don't know where it goes, but it's home to me and I walk alone.
I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone.
Draco knew better than to interrupt Harry when he was listening to that song – his favorite after a funeral or a reminder of the war. However, he walked over to the door, and placed his hands on the wood, his forehead pressed against it, cooling as the song bore on.
I walk alone, I walk alone, I walk alone, I walk alone.
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me, my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating. Sometimes I wish someone out there would find me. 'Til then I walk alone.
He couldn't stand it anymore. Giving in to his desires, Draco opened the door to find his lover sitting on his favorite couch, slumped against the back, a glass of whiskey already in his hand. It pained Draco, to see Harry so lost in his own memories, in his own hurting.
"You're not," he found himself saying aloud, startling both himself and the sitting figure.
"What?"
"You're not alone," he repeated, walking towards the couch and wrapping his arms around a trembling wizard. "I am here, and I will be forever here, Harry."
"But he isn't," Harry spat, his eyes teary and somber.
"I cannot change that, but I can help you," Draco offered. "Just let me show you."
Harry nodded shakily, reluctantly, accepting the hand Draco stretched and allowing his boyfriend to lead him upstairs, to bare his body and his soul, to love him.
A year later, that same hand was holding Harry's while George Weasley remembered the life and merits of his twin.
I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind, on the border line of the edge and where I walk alone.
Draco squeezed Harry's fingers and flashed a shy smile at his boyfriend. When the smile was returned, Draco knew Harry would never worry about walking his life alone – he had a family to support him, and a lover to hold him when everything turned black and blue.