Warning: Okay, it's been brought to my attention that some of the themes in this story are a little heavy, so this is a warning that there are dark themes in here, such as a suicide attempt.
Draco stared at the raven haired beauty peacefully sleeping peacefully beneath him. The pale moon shown through the curtains making him look ethereal. Slowly he traced his fingers over the lightning bolt scar that made his boyfriend famous, and that Harry utterly loathed.
He ran his finger lightly over the closed eyelids that covered the brightest green eyes he had ever seen, the ones he loved to look into whenever possible. They could calm him in some of his most panicked times, and seem to stare into his very soul. They could stir a fire in him, or soothe him at a moment's notice.
Moving his finger down he trailed it over the delicate nose that he once broke, and further down to trace over the rosy lips that he so loved to capture with his own. Tracing his pale finger lower against the tan skin of his lover, he moved it over the hollow of his slender neck.
Marveling at the stark contrast of his pale skin to Harry's tan, he traced his finger across the emerald eyed boy's bare, tan chest. He smiled softly, as he felt the boy shiver under him, as he lightly circled his nipples.
Draco felt the Gryffindor's breath lightly hitch in sleep, as he ghosted his fingers across his slightly defined abs. His hands stopped, and from there his stormy grey eyes traced the expanse of Harry's body.
From the over lean, Quidditch toned legs, to his small feet that were quite ticklish, and then back up again to his peaceful face, looking quite innocent in sleep. He grinned in contentment as he saw the small smile gracing Harry's face, tracing his fingers lightly over his lips before bending down, to place a feather light kiss on them.
Harry sighed before turning to snuggle into Draco's bare chest, using him as a pillow. Draco held him lightly in his arms. Although, he would never admit it out loud, he loved this, he loved to cuddle with is raven haired beauty. Despite the title of "The Slytherin Ice Prince", he really had a big heart, and was extremely loyal, and protective of the ones he let into it. He bit his lip as memories plagued his mind, of how he almost lost his most important person.
Before he could get lost in his quickly spiraling downward thoughts, verdant green eyes fluttered open as Draco continued to trace his loved one's soft features. They stared at the blond, as his finger continued it's downward decent, tracing the slopes and planes of his body, as if he wanted to memorize, and map out the territory. They then, locked gazes, getting lost in their eyes, vibrant emerald meeting misty silver.
"Draco?" Harry questioned sleepily, blinking the last traces of sleepy confusion from his eyes, "Why are you up? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Draco said, breaking their intense gaze. "I couldn't sleep."
"Why not?" Harry asked, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at his boyfriend.
"The reason is not important, but you should sleep, I'd imagine you'd be exhausted after last night" Draco said with smirk.
Harry blushed lightly at the reminder of their earlier activities. "I'm a little tired, but I'll be fine" He murmured, "Just tell me what's wrong."
Draco sighed, and rolled on his back, pulling Harry to his chest. "I can't help thinking of that night" He said quietly, rubbing Harry's shoulders as the boy tensed slightly.
Draco stared at the dot on the marauders map that he had once seen Potter use, recalling the odd words that made it turn from a blank piece of parchment, to an intricate map of Hogwarts. He had no idea who Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail were, nor did he care at the moment. He had heard the cruel taunts that the other, pathetic Gryffindors had thrown at him, and seen the look in his eyes as he left the library in a hurry.
After the war, it seemed that at least half of "The-Boy-Who-Lived-Twice's" house mates had turned against him, trying to hurt him whenever possible. Draco had never seen the other boy so introverted. When he looked up at the taunts, he had seen a steely resolve in those emerald eyes, one that shook him to the core, and prompted him to walk over to the Gryffindor's forgotten things that he had left on a table.
Quietly rummaging through his backpack, he carefully took out the piece of parchment, and muttered the words. His silver eyes fixedly traced the dot that represented Harry to Moaning Myrtles bathroom, and unconsciously began walking.
He stared at the door in fascination, not realizing when he had walked there so quickly, before he gently pushed open the door, silently stepping inside.
"Oh, dear," He heard a female's high pitched voice say that he had become quiet unfortunately used to during his sixth year, "Don't worry Harry, I'll let you share my toilet."
Puzzled with a great sense of unease, he walked further into the bathroom, and gasped at what he saw. Harry sat, slumped against the far wall, tears rolling down his cheeks, and wrists slit, blood pooling in crimson stains around him.
Draco ran over to him and crouched down, muttering some of the few healing charms to stop the blood. When he felt he had sufficiently stopped the blood enough for now, he tilted Harry's head up, and looked eyes with dull emerald.
"Potter . . . Harry, please, don't do this. Dammit, stay alive, this is really not the time to try and give up the "Boy-Who-Lived-Twice" title. Please." He said quietly as he got no response, "I . . . I love you."
Emerald eyes sparked with life.
"Dray," Harry said, voice thick, "I'm so sorry, I-"
"Shh," Draco said, "I know, it's in the past, and we should leave it there, it's just... I don't ever want you to do something like tha again, Harry, I was so scared."
"I know. I wish you never had to see that, that I had been stronger, had just dealt with it. This is all my fault."
"Don't say that, don't blame yourself. Blame those pricks who were stupid enough to do any of that shit to you. Understand?"
Draco tilted Harry's chin up to look in his eyes, and make sure no lingering traces of guilt remained. Harry nodded slightly, biting his lip to hold back the tears in his eyes. Draco pressed a gentle kiss his lips, and wiped a stray tear that had traced a path down Harry's tan cheek. "Just, promise me that you'll never try that again, that you'll talk to me. Harry, I love you."
"I promise." Harry said softly, "I love you too."
As Harry fell back asleep, Draco stayed awake, staring down softly at his sleeping lover, tracing his beautiful features, and wondering how he had gotten so lucky.
AN: This was written for the first challenge in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum's Forum Wide Competition. My word prompt was Trace, extremely hard to work with in my opinion, but I hope this wasn't too bad. I'm on Gryffindor! This is the first in a collection of oneshots for the competition, pairings will vary, but it will always be slash. Put it on alerts! =)
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