And Rain Will Make The Flowers Grow

and rain will make the flowers grow

Yall. I am so so sorry for this. I am putting this fic under a cut for a reason. This is one of the sadder things I've written. CW: implied MCD/main character death, implied mutual pining, life-threatening injury. Based on "A Little Fall of Rain" from Les Miserables. (Btw, I recommend the original Broadway or London version, or better yet, the 10th-anniversary live soundtrack with Lea Salonga.) Enjoy? I guess? And again—I'm sorry.

"It's raining," Draco said. His voice was strained and thick.

Harry stopped what he was doing—only for a second—to look incredulously at Draco. "Is that really your main concern?" He tried not to look down at Draco's body growing heavier, at the way it shook against him. Harry shook himself into focus, gripping his wand and ignoring the pounding rain at his back as he cast spell after spell to Heal the boy in his arms.

The forest was quiet but for Harry's muttering and Draco's labored breathing, as if the air itself was recovering from the cacophony of spellfire and shouts during the skirmish with the Neo Death Eaters. One of the bastards had thrown a spell aimed at Harry and hit Draco, who had lept in front of him to take it. Harry dropped his guard for an instant, thinking only of catching Draco's collapsing body. The suspects had disapparated from the Scottish forest they'd been hiding in after escaping the Aurors for months.

Harry didn't know whether the drops on his face and glasses were sweat, tears, or rain, but he managed to keep his vision just clear enough to see whether his efforts were working. He ran through the spells in his mind, and tried calculating the number of Apparition jumps it would take to get back to St. Mungos; their portkey had been broken in the fight.

He was just about to try another spell—one he thought he remembered from one of the mandatory training videos they'd watched, when he felt a trembling, cool hand cover his own.

"Harry. 'S okay," Draco sucked in a breath. "The s-spell is—it's Dark. What we know can't...reverse it."

Harry gripped Draco tighter. "No—no Draco there has to be a way. Or I'll get you to Mungo's, I—"

"Harry."

His name sounded so lovely, so heart-achingly perfect from Draco, as if it'd been whispered across a pillow and not a waste of precious air. Harry's heart lurched at the sound. "You have to let me try," he said, his voice cracking.

He felt more than heard Draco swallow. "There's nothing...to do."

Harry closed his eyes. "I can't just give up—"

He felt Draco shake his head minutely. "Just—" Draco groaned a bit, eyebrows wrinkled in pain. "Just stay here with me. Be with me."

Harry didn't know how to respond, so he just fell silent. He did reach into his satchel and gave Draco one of their last pain potions, which Draco took with only minimal resistance.

"I used to imagine this," Draco said after a few minutes of silence, his voice much quieter now.

"What?" Harry whispered back.

"D-during the war. I thought I was...going to die. An' I wanted—" Draco let out a shaky breath—"to die in your arms."

Harry's entire body shook with the force of the sob that ripped itself from his throat. He squeezed Draco tighter against him. "Draco," he whispered. It was all he could say, all he could think.

"I love the rain," Draco said faintly, so much so Harry had to bend down to hear him. "Will you stay with me unt—" Draco broke off to gasp a breath—"until the sun comes out?"

"Yeah," Harry croaked. "I will."

No tears to make it happen

Hurt/ comfort

He went dressed, in the nice blue shirt he always did like a lot, eager to meet him after days of succumbing in sickness for a couple of days. He somewhere wondered if he too looked forward to meet him after all this time, after all these days, he wondered if he'd be happy to see him like he knew he was. His excitement could barely be stored in his own self but who was he to blame, he was just a boy who had feelings for someone, a mere boy who fell for someone he had no idea would ever like him back or not but simply played by the game of fate and faith to make it happen.

He was just as innocent as any nascent lover is.

It's not as if he didn't care about the rest of them, it's not as if he didn't care about meeting his other friends after a long time nor was it that any of them mattered him any less but it's just that if his  heart was held captive by someone, it was only him, that one boy with eyes so green. He cared about meeting his friends who had been there for him much longer than anyone else but he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t more excited to see him. 

His excitement and happiness was so much that he even stumbled and almost tripped on his way over out but he made it work, he reached where he was supposed to and like he planned, like he wished, his eyes laid upon him, upon Harry and to his surprise he smiled while he walked towards him. 

“You’re back from the dead.” he spoke first and there was only thing Draco hoped, that he didn’t blush as hard as he was thinking. 

“Yeah, told you I’d be better in no time.” He shrugged. 

“It’s a good thing, it was starting to get lonely without seeing you around here.” But he only wished he knew the effects those words had on him. He even wondered if he already knew about his feelings and whatever he said that would make his heart race was on purpose, so that they’d end this quest of who likes who and why and finally confront their feelings or he wondered if he said those things on purpose so he could see Draco blushing, because he perhaps liked it. 

Draco tried to shake it off by a small shrug and said, “I’m sure it got really lonely because your eyes only search me.” 

Harry only laughed and Draco only hoped that he laughed because it was true. 

They spent their time walking around hogsmeade as usual, buying somethings here and there to keep in their dorms, to even do midnight snacking when Draco noticed Harry waving off to Ginny. 

“Friends again, huh?” Draco asked. 

“Oh, yeah definitely, that whole misunderstanding is past is now. Infact, I didn’t tell you, when you weren’t around, I spent most of my time with her, it was really fun.”

“Oh,” was all he could manage to say. 

Draco wished that he could take this information as casually as he said but it hit him like a brick, a huge brick in his face and he somewhere felt sure that he won't be able to hide his traitorous voice. 

“Yeah, It was really fun, we even went to that cliff side we normally go to and you wouldn’t believe all the jokes we both cracked up.” Harry said with a smile he couldn’t bring himself to hide, if not for his own sake, Draco hoped he’s do it for him but he didn’t. 

“I thought the cliff side was our spot.” He said, a sense of hurt in voice he failed to hide. 

“Why- Yes, I know but you weren’t there and I thought it wasn’t such a big deal, it isn’t, right?” and for what seemed like the first time he turned to see his face but Draco could barely manage to look in his eyes, so, he turned away. He knew his eyes would betray him. 

“No, it’s not. It’s cool. So, what’d you even do?” He found himself asking. 

“Oh, we had lots of fun, we spent the entire evening together, like I said we made so many jokes, she told stuff from her year, I told mine, we shared so many things we never did before you know and for the first time she really seemed into me, you know after the war.” 

And there it was, the crack Draco had been fearing all evening to hear. The faint crack in his heart he was always scared of developing and now it was and there, in that moment he only wondered if Harry could hear his heart cracking too, if Harry could listen to the sound of his heart breaking, if Harry could catch the heart break in his voice, if Harry could see his heart breaking in Draco’s eyes. 

“T- That’s a really good thing. Finally, you spent time with her, about time you know. I was getting tired of seeing you simp over her from across the table.” 

He still wondered how did he even manage to say those words out loud when all he was actually doing was holding onto the corner of his shirt so tight that he could rip it apart. 

Harry did a faint chuckle and if Draco’s heart didn’t shatter before hearing Harry’s words earlier, it sure broke now when he was able to witness the blush on his face that he could barely conceal and if his heart had already shattered before, it shattered way worse now. 

But what his years of trauma and his years of unrequited love has taught him, it’s that, to always find peace in knowing that the person you liked or even loved belonged way better with somebody else. He didn’t want to say it out loud ever, nor did he ever expected anything different but for once maybe he really wished that Harry would see beyond the facade of Draco and even like him a little bit but by the looks of it, Draco knew Harry only had eyes for Ginny right now. 

It hurt him. It hurt him like all the rest of the time it had hurt him. He wasn’t even jealous, he couldn’t even bring himself to be jealous, he was merely disappointed, in his own self. 

“I haven’t been simping over her all that long.” Harry said finally. 

Draco gave a faint smile and he wasn’t sure if it was for his own self or for Harry but he did it anyway and then he said, “Please, save me. Have you seen yourself? I have and I’ve literally seen you do puppy eyes at her, hell, even your voice changes when she’s around you. You like her so much, Harry, maybe you don’t even realise it all that much.” 

Harry only looked for a moment at Draco before he smiled shyly and said, “I do like her, a lot.” 

Draco only nodded despite what he really felt like doing. He just wanted to be a good friend.

 A friend, that was all.

“Shall we go back? It’s going to be late if we stay longer.” 

Harry nodded and they walked back to the castle. 

That night when Draco finally walked back to his own dorm, he replayed the whole conversation in his own head, he remembered the way Harry smiled, the way Harry talked about Ginny and then he thought really hard about all those signs he took as Harry remotely being interested in Draco. He thought of all the ways Harry talked to him and how he mistook everything and he couldn’t pin down why but for the first time in his life, he really felt his heart shattering loudly. He had never understood the depth of his feelings until now when he thought about Ginny and Harry and how he wanted to be okay with it. He thought about it long enough to forget that he had sat in front of the fireplace and that he had shed a tear and two and it hit him then, he loved Harry. He didn’t simply like Harry like all the rest of the people he had liked before, no, he loved Harry and that realisation broke his heart all the more because he found himself thinking about Harry finding his happiness in Ginny and it hurt him all the more when he decided that there was nothing more he wanted than Harry being happy even if it meant ruling out his chances of being with him or even confessing his feelings to him. 

He understood that Harry didn’t belong to him, he probably never will but one day Draco would have to make peace with the fact that one day he would see Harry’s hand wrapped around Ginny’s and there would be nothing he’d be able to do. 

Draco and Harry would never be a thing and unfortunately, Draco learnt it that night and there were no tears that would make it happen.

It was soon that the common room door opened and Pansy walked in and saw him sitting in front of the fire place. 

“Draco, you okay?’ 

Draco wiped the tears that had unconsciously left his eyes with the back of his shirt and nodded. 

Pansy gave him a sympathetic look, perhaps she caught on what happened but she didn’t bring it up. 

“I bought marshmallow’s, wanna eat?” 

"With chocolate dip?"

"You bet."

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