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Fall From Grace	By : Purebloodedbitch Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fall from Grace

Prologue

The storm was cataclysmic. It was as
if Nim�e herself was crying out in anguish for the tragedy that was the boy
standing on the ledge, hoping that he would walk away from the abyss.

�Well, well, would you look at this? If it isn�t Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived-and-Saved-the-World.
Trying to jump, are we?� someone behind him sneered.

�What if I am Malfoy? Not like you�d be one to stop me. Hell, I�d be doing you a
fucking favour,� Harry Potter scoffed, looking over to where Draco Malfoy was
standing. Stylishly shaggy white-blonde
locks whipping across his face in the wind. As he leaned against the only wall
in the Astronomy Tower his cloak gave way revealing a broad shoulders and a
long lean torso dressed in a crisp white shirt; a few of the top buttons
undone, tie hanging slackly. Rather dishevelled for the Slytherin Prince.

�Maybe?� he said liquid silver eyes
twinkling. �I guess you�ll have to jump and we�ll see.�

�I guess,� Harry mumbled. The storm
Harry was standing in was raging wickedly. The rain had matted his jet-black
hair to his head and was now pelting his face leaving redness in its wake. He
took a tentative step closer to the edge and looked down. Only blackness met
him. Snapping his head back he closed his, now turbulent green eyes; letting
his few tears slide down his cheeks and mingle with the rain. He turned round
again. Spreading his arms to Malfoy and the world he screamed, �Is this, what
you want?� He took another step towards the edge. �Is it?�

Draco walked forward out into the
storm. �Potter your denser than I thought,� he spat.

�Am I? I saved the world. Did my
job. What now?� Harry�s eyes flashed with malice. �I�ve got nothing left. Why
did I save it anyways? Never gave me anything.� He looked back out to the
storm, the darkness waiting for him, the shadows calling to him. �Suppose it
did give me one thing.� As he shook his head he looked down.

�What�s that Potter? Fame? Love?� Malfoy asked rolling his eyes. Why am I here? I should let the git get on with
it.

�No, it gave me power,� Malfoy was about to speak
again, but Harry cut him off, with a wave of his hand. �Not the power that
comes from love, friendship, or knowledge. The power that comes from killing.
From taking a man�s life from him. I savoured it when I had the chance. And now...
Well, now, I don�t give a shite about anything. Good bye Draco. See you when
you get to hell, I�ll be waiting.� With that Harry gave a malevolent smirk and
winked at Draco. A portentous clap of thunder sounded, and Harry leapt of the
edge. Flying out into the tempest. The lightning cracked illuminating the
flailing form of The-Boy-Who-Decided-to Die.

Finally
I can allow my darkness to swallow me whole.

Oh,
for Fuck�s sake!!! What the Hell fucking possessed him to go through with
this!! Draco thought while watching as if in slow motion as his nemesis
flung himself over the edge. As he shouted, �IMOBOULIUS!� at the thrashing form. Bringing Harry back to the
ground, he dropped him unceremoniously on the stone floor. The heap laid there
heaving, trying to catch his breath.

Harry�s eyes fluttered open. �Did
hell freeze over?� he asked twisting his head to look at the pacing figure of
Malfoy.

�Why the fuck did I just save you Potter?!� he yelled; his drawl accenting the �T�s� just so. Draco
had started to nervously twist his hands, not caring that he was now soaked to
the bone by the storm. Sinking down to Potter�s level he looked him in the eye.
Emerald met Platinum. Malice met fury. �I asked you a question, Potter!�

Harry reached languidly up to brush the hair from
Draco�s face. It was a very intimate and personal gesture. �Why don�t you
answer your own question, Malfoy.�
He laughed hysterically. Pulling his hand away from the soft locks. He let the
pads of his fingers linger on Draco�s slick cheek for a moment. Calming himself
he looked back into Draco�s eyes.

As Zeus shot his weapon of choice through the sky. One
boy brought his lips crushing down. The other frantically rose his own to meet
them. Arms wrapped around one another
clutching on for life. By unseen magic they ascended into the air,
lost in this kiss. Lips parted to allow entrance. Hair flew wildly about them.
Magic coursing though their veins, it crackled around them. Draco�s hand ran up
the raven haired boy�s back; pressing at his neck, deepening the passionate
kiss. Harry�s arms hooked around the pale skinned boy�s shoulders reeling him
in close as possible into the frenzied kiss.
The loud clamour of thunder snuffed out all the magic, dropping both
boys into a weather-beaten pile. They were in a magically induced sleep, which
blocked out the chaotic uproar of the storm. Curled up and grasping on to one
another, as if they were afraid one another would fall away.

Deep down in the bowels of the Department of
Mysteries, two names appeared in a wisp of smoke on an old, previously dusty,
and unmarked prophesy: �Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy�. An old method of letting the ball zigzag down
to the front by the desk in the room happened. The clank of the prophesy
falling gave the elderly and dozing witch a startle. But almost a heart attack
when she read it. Immediately she scribbled what happened on a piece of
parchment before sending it off to the great Headmaster. Then with a shaking
hand she preformed the rest of her cataloguing duty.

The Headmaster was gazing into the magnificent
fireplace. He loved the way the fire danced about shifting the shadows. An
urgent tap on the window caused him to pull away. Slowly he got up from his
cosy chair and ambled over to the window.

Opening the window just enough he let the owl in away
from the storm. Removing the burden from the owl he waved his hand over to Fawks� perch. After
a few moments of reading the hurried letter. He crumpled it and threw it into
the fire he loved so dearly. He fixed his eyes on the storm that was ragging
war outside. He winced, �What have I done?�

So begins my tale of Harry Potter and Draco
Malfoy. Light met Dark. Dark met its
shadows. Please Review!
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