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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Bill_Weasley/Draco_Malfoy
  Character:
      Bill_Weasley, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Smut, plot_what_plot?
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-06-29 Words: 1611
****** The Night Before It Ends ******
by ceruleansky
Summary
     [One-Shot] Draco can't sleep the night before the big battle, and
     goes to talk to Bill.
Notes
     This was originally conceived for LJ Comm "the_pimp_cane" and their
     Bill Weasley Month—or Rare Pair Month, I forget which—several years
     ago (between books 5 and 6). It wasn't completed in time, however,
     and it was finished for LJ Comm "fanfic_t00bs" . Marked underage, but
     I'm pretty sure the character is legal in his own country.
Grimauld Place was eerily quiet. Tomorrow, the occupants of the house would
leave, and they would meet with the Death Eaters in battle. More than half of
them were likely not to return the next night.
And so each of them was in the arms of another, hoping against everything that
they would make it through, that their friends would make it through, that
their family would make it through, and that their love would make it through.
All of them, it seemed, except Bill Weasley.
Bill was lying on his back on his bed, the thin blanket pushed down around his
hips, and wide awake.
There wasn't anyone with him tonight, no one he cared enough for who hadn't
already been the victim of a Death Eater attack. He closed his eyes against the
memory of Fleur, the green light of the killing curse just beginning to fade
from her eyes.
He sighed and opened his eyes, moving his arm under his head, and stared at the
ceiling.
He jumped slightly when his door creaked open a crack. He scowled, about to
tell Kreacher to "Get out!" when the person spoke. It definitely wasn't
Kreacher.
"Bill?" it whispered.
"Yeah?"
Draco Malfoy, now 17 and stunningly gorgeous, popped his head through the
crack. There were dark circles under his eyes, clear evidence that the young
man hadn't been sleeping well, that Bill hadn't noticed before and felt perhaps
he should have. The moonlight coming in the window made his blonde hair an
unearthly shade of silver, and made his silver eyes near glow. The young man
blinked at Bill a few times.
"Ah... Did I wake you?" Draco asked softly and Bill shook his head. "I couldn't
sleep..." Draco continued softly. "I was wondering if you wanted to talk can I
come in?" The question had somehow become part of the previous sentence, as if
Draco had to say it quickly or lose his nerve.
Bill nodded and sat up, pulling his red hair away from his face and tying it
back from his face with a tie from the bedside table. He watched the blonde
creep slowly into the room and shut the door silently before leaning against
it.
Bill waved a hand invitingly at the now vacated bottom of the bed, indicating
for Draco to sit. The former Slytherin hesitated a moment, and then moved
silently across the room and sat on the bed. The springs creaked as the weight
increased.
"What's on your mind?" Bill asked softly, now acutely aware of all the people
in the house who were actually able to sleep.
Draco looked at his hands in his lap for a minute, and Bill waited, knowing
Draco would talk in his own time. You learned a lot about a person, living in
the same house for nearly a year.
"My father expected me to become a Death Eater since the moment I was born. He
never wasted a chance to tell me this, either." He paused for a second. "My
father disowned me when I told him I wouldn't become a Death Eater," Draco said
softly, slowly. Bill nodded. He'd known that. "And then he tried to kill me."
Bill started in surprise and raised his eyebrows. He hadn't known that.
"He'll be there tomorrow. He'll be anywhere our hero is and he'll try to kill
him." Draco paused for a moment, and still Bill didn't say anything. "He's
going to try to kill me again as well. And this time," Draco looked up from his
hands. "This time he might well succeed."
Bill frowned slightly. "The Death Eaters will be trying to kill all our people
tomorrow. They won't be targeting you specifically." He leaned forwards and put
a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Least of all you."
Draco looked at Bill's hand for a moment, silent, and then sighed.
"I didn't mean it quite like that. I... I just meant that I might die
tomorrow." He looked back up at Bill. "And I... I just wanted someone to be
with. Tonight. Before I die."
Startled, Bill pulled back slightly, and started to stammer. "Draco... I...
Why..." But Draco only pulled himself fully onto the bed and sat between Bill's
legs. He looked so pale in the moonlight, so like a ghost, and so fragile...
Bill reached out and pulled the young man to him.
The blonde came unresisting, folding himself neatly into Bill's embrace, and
Bill had to wonder if the young man would break, would shatter, if he held him
any tighter. And when Draco looked up at him, Bill's brain told him he
shouldn't kiss Draco, screamed that he was too young, that he didn't know what
he really wanted, what he was asking for, and Bill suddenly found that his body
wasn't listening to his brain anymore.
The young man's glowing silver eyes stopped glowing as they fluttered shut and
he kissed Bill back softly, He hesitated slightly, and then his arms wound
themselves around Bill's neck, as Draco pressed closer to him.
Bill shivered slightly, and then ran his hands down Draco's back, feeling the
vertebrae of his spine, and then slipped his hands under the young man's loose
shirt. He felt the shivers go through Draco, and smiled faintly, kissing him
deeper.
To Bill's surprise it was Draco who pushed him back onto the bed, still kissing
him, and pressing closer. And that was when Bill gave up trying to rationalize
anything, trying to resist.
He tightened his arms around the Draco, and the young man responded by kissing
him deeper again. Bill pulled him under the blankets with him, and Draco
pressed still closer to him, his hands resting lightly on Bill's shoulders.
Bill pressed up closer to him, and slowly peeled Draco's shirt away, pulling
out of the kiss only to pull it over his head, and then returning to his lips.
He ran his hands over Draco's pale skin and then flipped their positions so
that Draco was underneath him, his hands still running gently over his chest,
up his shoulders to his neck. He stopped a moment and looked down. There was a
scar on the curve of Draco's shoulder, the only thing marring his perfect skin.
"I told you my father tried to kill me," the blonde whispered.
Bill ran his fingers over it gently and saw Draco hold back a wince. He pulled
his fingers away. "I thought perhaps you meant with Ava-- with the killing
curse," he said softly.
"That too. But he decided he wanted my blood more," Draco answered calmly, but
the flicker in his eyes told the redhead that he wasn't nearly as calm as he
pretended to be. Bill nodded, and didn't push the subject, but pressed their
lips back together. Draco's eyes fluttered closed again, and he pressed closer,
his hands sliding down Bill's chest to the hem of Bill's shirt, and then
underneath. Bill shivered slightly, and Draco pulled his shirt up slightly.
Bill pulled out of the kiss and sat up slightly, straddling Draco's hips, and
pulled his shirt off, and dropped it with Draco's on the floor.
The young man smiled up and him, and ran his fingers over the freckles on
Bill's shoulders, taking his time to carefully finger each one. Bill grinned at
him, and then bent and kissed him gently, and the young man kissed him back,
nibbling on Bill's lip slightly. Bill's hands ran down Draco's chest to his
hips, and he rocked his hips down against the blonde's. Draco moaned softly
into his mouth, and pressed up against him.
Bill's fingers started undoing Draco's pants at the same time Draco's hands
moved to the waist of his and started to pull Bill's off. Bill pulled away
again and pulled Draco's pants off of him, and then slid out of his own. Draco
smiled up at him, and Bill straddled his hips again, smiling back at him. He
kissed him again, this time harder, more desperate, and the blonde responded in
kind, pressing up under him.
Bill shifted slightly, laying on op of the younger man, and pressed his knee
between his legs, sliding his tongue into his mouth, and running it over
Draco's tongue. Draco's hands slid over the redhead's chest, and then settled
on his shoulders, tightening slightly in anticipation. Bill kisses him deeper
still, and slid a hand to Draco's leg, pulling it over his waist, and felt
Draco's hands tighten slightly more.
Bill pulled away and looked down at him, worried. "Is this--"
"Yes."
Draco smiled up at him again and Bill smiled back and pressed his lips to
Draco's again, pushing slowly into him.
The blonde moaned softly into Bill's mouth, and his hands tightened again, but
he kissed Bill back deeply, and pressed closer to him. Bill pulled out
slightly, and then thrust into him again, his movements already starting to get
faster, already starting to go deeper. Draco moaned softly again, and Bill
kissed along his throat, and over his neck. Draco arched under him, pressing
closer, holding back his small cries of pleasure.
When Draco came, though, he was unable to hold back the moan that came with it,
and Bill silenced him with a kiss, releasing as well, and falling still on top
of Draco. The two were silent for several minutes before Draco spoke.
"Thank you."
"For?" Bill looked up at him questioningly.
Draco was silent for a minute, and he looked over at the window where the light
of the slowly rising sun was beginning to show on the horizon. Then, "For
letting me share my last night with you."
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