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“The door won’t open.”
Draco continued to rattle at the door handle with one hand, while holding his wand in the other. “And how do you know that so exactly?” Draco hissed through clenched teeth.
“Because that fucking room existed for centuries in this bloody manor! It only opens once every 12 hours,” Theo seethed back, anger bubbling in his stomach.
Draco turned his attention back to the door again, mumbling curses before he rammed his shoulder against the door.
Theo flinched at Draco’s impact.
“FUCK!”
It was not possible to see Dracos expression in the dark, but the way he held his shoulder he must have hurt himself.
Theo attempted to walk over to his best friend. “Let me take a look—”
“You’ll do nothing except open this bloody door after… tricking me inside.” Draco kicked the wooden frame, stopping Theo on his way. Theo’s toes touched the edge of the spot of light that the narrow window left in the dusty air, like a border between them.
His words made him feel like a dagger got stabbed straight into his chest.
“Why?” Theo spat. “Why can’t you stand it, spending time with your best friend anymore? We should be happy to finally have a break from the madness out there. Are we even friends, Draco?”
Draco licked his tongue over his teeth before shutting his mouth and pursing his lips.
Theo grabbed his hair on the sides of his head, pulling. “Fuck, I followed you into this fucking war, Draco. I HAD AN OUT, BUT I CHOSE YOU!”
The last words he yelled as if Draco would not stand only two long strides away. As if this would make him realise.
Draco dropped his hand that still had rested on his shoulder.
“You did what?” It was merely a whisper that came from Dracos lips. Even in the dark, Theo could feel those silvery grey eyes pierce into his soul.
Theo’s eyes got watery, and he swallowed. “I-I chose you. I couldn’t leave you behind.”
Draco came closer, looking dangerously at Theo.
“You fool,” Draco hissed. His voice broke barely noticeable. “You damn fool, Theo.” Draco got louder still, with an untypical raspy voice. “What have you done?” He rubbed his hands over his face, pressing the heel of his hand on his eyes, before dropping them again.
With a long stride, he was suddenly right in front of Theo at the other edge of the light on the ground. Light reflected in his eyes, silver meeting deep blue.
Theo felt as if Draco had cast a full body bind on him, breathing as shallow as his best friend.
“Say it.” Theo breathed. “Are we still friends? Do you even care?”
Draco pressed his lips into a thin line, a pained expression on his face. His Adam's apple bobbed.
“You have no idea.”
Draco’s expression softened as if an icy facade were melting.
Theo didn’t know how long they stood there, staring at each other. He couldn’t even remember when he was this close to Draco. Was it when he held him after the Dark Mark had been burned into his skin?
His gaze moved over Draco’s face, from his ruffled hair over his tired eyes to the stubble on his jaw.
“I fight every day to get you out of this hell, Theo. Even if I won’t make it.”
Theo saw Dracos lips move but could not process the words that left those lips. With a blink of an eye, Draco stepped into the light of the window, cradling Theo’s face. His thumbs brushed Theo’s wet cheeks. When had he started crying?
Theo tilted his head up, leaning into the caress when lips crashed on lips, and all Theo could see was light.