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Anniversaries

by T.K. Yuy (Teek)

Gods, look at you.
All decked out in your perfect tuxedo-which my tailor constructed, thank
you very much- and your hair tamed.
Those hideous glasses don�t obstruct your eyes any more, so they�re
bright and happy and I can see straight into your soul if I try. But I won�t try. I don�t need to see that.
It was a year ago today that I told you to get contacts. You probably don�t remember that. You were in the middle of planning a wedding
after all. But then again, I remember
all the little things, as well as the big.
At least where you�re concerned I do.

Like how twelve years ago, today, I saw you on the Express,
and you denied me. Or how eight years
ago you and I buried our differences and moved past our petty rivalry to work
together against Voldemort. And how
about four years ago, when we both went into hiding because every Death Eater
in all of Britain was after us? It was
four years ago exactly that we first fucked, and two years ago that you started
seeing her. Six months after that �it
was the first of March- you decided to actually tell me. Not that I didn�t already know, of
course. d sad said her name on more
than one occasion, so it was kind of obvious.

It was a little over a year ago �a year and a week almost
exactly- that we had your bachelor party.
That was the day � night, excuse me- that I told you I was in love with
you. But you were too shitfaced to
remember anything the next morning.

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Perhaps it was for the best.

Oh, here she comes.
I�ll admit, she is good looking, for a woman. Perfect hair, gorgeous smile, sparkling eyes. From what you�ve told me, she�s got an
awesome body. I wouldn�t know, I have
no experience with women, but if she feels anything like you do to me, then I
guess she does. You�re the epitome of
perfection, not that you ever believed me when I told you that.

You�re exchanging rings, and vows, and Gods, I must look a
mess. Lucky for me, sitting in the last
pew so no one can see the tears I promised I wouldn�t cry. Pitiful.
The last Malfoy scion, reduced to tears by the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived�s
wedding. Hmph. Lucius always said you would be my undoing,
and I guess he was right. Ironic how
that man �a man I refused to call my father- could be so right about my life
when he hardly knew me for me.

And it�s done. The
ceremony is over and you and your bride are walking down the aisle. Towards me.s">
You won�t see me like this, I can�t allow it. I wipe the tears from my cheeks and eyes and pull the mask back
on, eyes cold, face hard. Your emeralds
meet my storms, and I know you see right through me. You always have.

I watch you get into your limo, headed for the reception
hall, and as I turn to leave, feel a hand on my shoulder. He reads me almost as well as you do, and
he�s never known me intimately.

�Don�t do anything stupid, Malfoy.� he says.

�Of course not, Black.
Just be sure to save me a bottle of whiskey.�

�That�s not going to help you.�

�It will for tonight.
I�ll see you at the reception.�

You�re godfather knows I�m dying inside. Dying, period. He heard me the night I told you. That�s why he helped you the morning after. He knew I couldn�t risk saying it gain. Too much was at stake then, just as it is
now.

Our friendship, your relationship with your new wife. I wasn�t going to screw that up.

Bow tow the hours have passed, and I�m watching you twirl
your wife around the dance floor, and I can�t help but remember that rainy day
when I taught you how to dance. The
same dance you�re dancing now. To the
same song. Two more nails in my
coffin. I take another swig from the
bottle in my hand.

�I�d put that away if I were you.�

�Piss off.� I take another swig.

�Do you really want to be drunk off your ass here,
Malfoy? You�re likely to let something
slip, and all these people� only a select few know about you and-�

�Fine, take it. I don�t want to ruin
his wedding day. Gods forbid I risk the
wrath of Mrs. Potter so soon.�

He looks away at my spat.
He knows I�d rather be anywhere but here. And fuck. You�re coming
over. What do I say? What do I do?yes"> Great it�s that Lavender bitch.
And she�s drunk. Fabulous.
�Draco�s gay. He doesn�t do
anything female.�

�Thank you, Ms. Brown, for that lovely recap.� I snort,
thanking Sirius with a look for ushering her away.

�Come on, let�s go find-� I pull out of your grasp and to
say you�re confused would be an understatement.� Drake?�

�I�m sorry, Harry, but I�ve got to go.�

�Go? But we were
just going to head to the bar. You me,
Ron, �Mione and Gin. We-�

�I can�t, I�m sorry.�

I just about get away, when you grab my arm. Please, don�t do this Harry. I can�t handle this.

�Draco,� damn your eyes, �What�s wrong? What�d I say?�

�Nothing, I just- I can�t.�

A quick, scared kiss to your lips, and you see me totally
unguarded.

�Congratulations, Harry.� I say, cupping your cheek with a
shaking hand, �Good-bye.�

�G-good-bye? Draco,
please, talk to me.�

You�re gripping my wrist now, and I�m about ready to
break. I can�t stay here much longer,
or I�ll regret it for the rest of my life.
Not that it�s very long. I
haven�t got much longer anyway.

�Let me go.�

�Drake, you�re starting to scare me.
What�s going on, where�re you going?�

�Away. Please, just let me go.�

I wrench myself away from you, and I�m not so sure any of
this was a good idea.

�If I didn�t know any better, Draco, I�d say this upsets
you.� You motion to all of the reception, and your gaze settles on your lovely
wife for a brief second. Gods, you have
no idea how right you are. �You�re
uncomfortable with all this.�

�Of course I am!� my voice �despite being no more than a
whisper- was thick with emotions but cold as ice. I wasn�t taking any chances.
�What did you expectr mer me to move on with my life and wish you and
your new wife a happy-ever-after? It�s
not that simple, Harry. It hasn�t been
that simple in six years, maybe longer.
And it sure as hell hasn�t been easy these past two years. Then again, that�s my own fault. I was the stupid one and got myself into
this mess.�

Great, I�m babbling now.

�W-what about six years?
Draco, we weren�t-�

�I-I can�t. I just can�t! I�m so sorry, Harry.�

And despite my better judgment, I apparate to our spot. The place we used to come to think, way back
when the world got to be too much for us.
No one understood how we could�ve become friends, and this was where we
vented. We�d fucked here too. Not that it matters. None of it matters any more. Fucking Muggles. It�s there- no; I�m not here to think about that. Hell no.
It was here that I realized I was in love with you. It was here that I promised myself that I
would never love anyone like I love you.
And it was here that I was planning to make another anniversary. Today, of all days, I was going to do
it. Hmph. Just like a Malfoy to make pain from someone�s happiness. Then again, I am my father�s son.

The vial�s cold, but its contents burn on the way down. I�ve only got a few minutes before my heart
stops. Hopefully it�s enough time to
explain. Hopefully it�s enough time to
confess everything I was too afraid to tell you, and to make you see the things
you never seemed to see.

12- we started out as enemies

8- despite people saying it was a bad idea, we became
friends. The best of.

6- I admitted to myself that I�m in love with you.

4- we went into hiding and became fuck-buddies. Being that we lived together, it was a
logical way to ease sexual frustration.

3- you defeated Voldemort, and I admitted to myself that
I�m weak. So weak.

2- you started seeing Ginny. I was happy for you, it just hurt, and I tried to find �peace�
elsewhere thatht.

Each number is a year.
A year starting and ending on the first of September. I don�t have another year, Harry. The disease will end me before that. Or rather, I�ll end me and the disease
before that. AIDS is one of the few
Muggle diseases we Wizards haven�t found a cure for, despite everyone�s best
attempts. Dr. Merrik can give you my
charts. That is, if you want
them� If Voldemort hadn�t done it, it
would�ve killed Severus too. He�d�ve
been dead already, actually,was was too advanced.

Do you remember what else today is, Harry? No, you probably don�t. I didn�t acknowledge it often enough for you
to really take note of it. Ironic that
it should start and end today, of all days.

Congratulations on your wedding, Harry, and don�t ever
forget that seeing you as happy as you were today is the greatest present
-birthday or anniversary, it doesn�t matter�(aside from hearing you say you�re
in love with me) I could�ve ever asked for.

There. I did
it. It�s done. I love you.
Happy anniversary. I�m
sorry.

Isn�t this the cowards way out of it? I guess that makes me a coward then. I�m afraid of it all.

Death. Life. Love.
Hate. Happiness. Pain.
Change.

I�ve felt it all, and it scares me. Or did.
I can�t feel anything anymore.
Which is good. And you know,
this is wonderful. Perfect ending to
the day. Your wide emeralds watching as
I drop the letter and quill, the bottle of Slytherin Green ink falling to the
stone floor of our cave as my magic finally dies. My body follows it, and I think I�m dead now. Oh, wait, no, I still have a minute, my eyes
haven�t gone yet.

�Draco! Merlin, what
have you done?!�

�I�m sorry.� Damn,
is that my voice? I can�t even
recognize myself.

�Why, Draco?�

�You. The AIDS. So
sorry, Harry.�

�AIDS? Draco, what�re you talking
about? Wait, don�t talk, let me get you
to a hospital.�

�No. Too late. It�s over.�

�No! Draco, please, you can�t!�

�Tell Sirius the whiskey did work.�

�Whiskey?�

�Courage. To actually do it.�

Now it�s time. He�s
fuzzy, and I know my eyes are glassing over.

�I�m so, so sorry.�

�Draco, please!
There�s got to be an antidote!
What did you use?!�

�Didn�t make it. Too
tempting.�

�You idiot!�

�I know. Harry?�

You can�t speak; you�re too choked up, I think, to even
think straight.

�I love you, Harry.
Love� y��.�

And it�s over. Happy
annivers�

fin

Yes, it�s over. Yes,
it�s weird. It was written pretty much
at one this morning, and I only just fixed it up a bit. Too clich�d for my liking, but oh well, it
did it�s job. And from what I
understand, the body stops before the mind stops completely, hence the ending. *shrugs*
It�s been a weird day, and I�m about ready to drop, so g�night.
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