The tears you won't shed

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Title: The tears you won't shed
Author: sempreme123
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100x3
Written for:
♦ dracoharry100 Challenge #475: Excuse
♦ harry100 Challenge Prompt #309: Up All Night
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #205: April Showers (photo prompt)
Warnings: sad content
Beta(s): azuthlu
Summary: It was the 2nd of May, and Harry had been up all night.
Notes: Apparently, I love angst too much ~
Other Links: LJ/AO3

It was pouring in London, and Harry couldn’t sleep.

When Draco had felt his body rising from the bed, he’d asked what the matter was - as if he didn’t know already. Harry had told him he just needed the bathroom, the most pitiful of excuses. But Draco was gentle, genuinely caring, and loved Harry so much: he’d never press him, if it wasn’t absolutely required.

It was the 2nd of May, and Harry had been up all night.

He couldn’t close his eyes and not see the faces he was so used to being haunted by in his nightmares. They were always present, but on this day in particular it was hard to breathe.

It was a fragility Harry was sure he wouldn’t get rid of too soon, but he wasn’t ashamed of it. It meant he was human, and he was allowed to suffer for the people who died to save the world. There wasn’t one Saviour only: every single one of them had played a huge part in the process, and Harry had never missed an opportunity to include their contributions in every speech he’d made, year after year.

Drops of water were running down the window. Harry imagined they were the epitome of the existences of the ones that had left him: they lived fast and they died even faster.

The tea had gone cold in his hands. He sipped it anyway, hoping for his nerves to settle down a little bit.

Suddenly, a gentle hand gripped at his hips from behind him, and a warm body pressed against his back. Harry sighed, leaning in.

“You’ve been here for hours,” Draco murmured into his ear, hands moving to his stomach.

“Lost track of time,” Harry simply replied, voice low and shaking.

They remained in the middle of the kitchen for minutes – or hours, Harry couldn’t tell.

The storm infuriated outside, screaming and beating everything up. Harry would’ve loved to do so, too.

Then, “Come with me?” Draco asked, kissing his temple, lips staying there as he waited for a response.

Harry closed his eyes, breath so unsteady he wasn’t sure he could walk without fainting.

“I can’t...” he tried to say, but the words almost choked in his throat. He felt so much like crying.

 

“Shh, I know,” Draco comforted him, hugging him a little tighter. “I know.”