AN- Hey guys! I got the idea for this story from a Christmas movie I watched on ABC family the other night. Sadly, I don't know the name of it though. But this is where the inspiration came from. This is going to be a short multi-chapter story I think. It'll only be two or three chapters long.
P.S.- I'm sorry I haven't posted back to Cute As A Kitten yet, but I promise I will soon!!
"I can't believe you, Harry!" Draco huffed and stormed from the kitchen and into their small living room.
The clock above the stove read 8:30 and Harry was just getting in. He'd gotten home from work late everyday this past week, and Draco wasn't too happy about it.
Harry sighed and followed his husband into the living room. "I'm sorry Draco! What do you want me to do? Quit my job?" he asked with a tinge of anger in his voice.
Draco sat cross-legged in front of the fire that blazed in the fireplace. Beside him their Christmas tree twinkled and flashed at him. It was Christmas Eve.
"No," Draco said with a stubborn, childlike tone. "But you could at least call and warn me you know. I make dinner for you every night and sit up by myself waiting while it gets cold."
Harry sighed again as he crouched beside the blonde. "Look babe, I'm sorry. It's just things come up so suddenly at the Ministry and I have so much work to do," he explained softly as he wrapped his arms around Draco from behind.
"You say that every time!" Draco burst out. "And it's Christmas Eve! Did you even think that I would want to spend this time together with you? As a family?" Harry could hear the emotion seeping into Draco's voice and a wave of guilt crashed over him.
They had been fighting a lot lately. About anything and everything it seemed like. Abour how to decorate their house, about what to buy for their friends and family for Christmas, about work, even about food! It was getting out of hand.
"Draco I really am sorry-"
"No Harry. I'm tired of hearing it. I'm leaving." With that he shook off Harry's arms and headed for the door. He pulled his wand from his pants pocket and turned to summon his jacket.
Harry's mouth was hanging open, not believing what was happening. They'd never fought so bad one of them actually left before. But he didn't move. He just continued on staring after him.
Draco pushed his arms into the sleeves of the tan suede coat Harry had got him for his birthday before turning and opening the front door.
Icy wind swept in from the outside along with a soft sprinkling of snow and the chill snapped Harry out of his trance. He jumped across the room and caught the door before it could slam shut.
The cold bit into his bare arms and face and shiver ran up his spine.
Draco had already made it out into the street.
"Draco wait!" Harry yelled after him.
Draco turned slowly, and Harry saw the tears glistening in his eyes. "I'm done waiting," he said almost too softly for Harry to hear. Without breaking eye contact, Draco took two steps away from him, then four.
But before he could get any farther then that a bright light spilled across the road as a car came skidding around the corner. Draco turned toward it, his eyes squinting against the light before widening. Harry followed his gaze to small red sports car skidding across the icy road toward them. It's wheels spun madly for a moment, trying to regain purchase before they locked as the driver slammed on the brakes.
That didn't do it any good, and it continued to slide toward the man in the street. Harry felt his eyes grow wide and all the sound was gone from the world, everything started moving in slow motion.
Draco seemed to be frozen in place as the car came at him; wide-eyed and unmoving. Like a deer caught in the headlights.
Then it struck him full force in the chest and went skidding off to the side. Draco was thrown with tremendous force, flipping as he was propelled backwards.
Everything seemed to come in stunning clarity; how Draco's face went blank as soon as the car hit him, how his hair flew wildly around his face… and how his neck made a sickly snapping noise as he landed.
With that everything came back into motion and sounds flooded his ears. There was a deafening crash as the car collided with the side of a building farther up the street. Someone was screaming. Harry realized with a start it was him.
He forced his mouth closed and stumbled down the steps of his porch. His feet moved sluggishly as if they weighed a hundred pounds. Finally he got his feet moving again and he streaked down the street towards his fallen husband.
Sobs racked his body as he threw himself to the ground beside Draco. His neck was bent so much his head lay flat against his shoulder; his white-blonde shoulder-length hair was matted with blood. His eyes were open, staring blankly up and through Harry. The light had faded from them; their silvery-blue was dull and un-seeing.
"No Draco, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he sobbed as he heard the whine of sirens start up in the distance. They grew louder and louder until blue and red light flashed on the snow around them.