The Bucket List

Draco opened his eyes.

“I love you,” said Harry. “You absolute idiot, I love you.”

Draco closed his eyes and smiled.

“I love you too,” he said dreamily. Harry kissed Draco’s eyelids, his nose, his forehead.

“I love you,” he said, over and over. “Don’t die. You stupid fucking idiot. I love you. Don’t you dare fucking die. I love you.”

“It’s a bit anti-climactic; surviving,” said Draco. “Everyone’s gone back to treating me like normal.”

“You must hate that.”

“I loathe it. Say what you like about dying, but it does add a certain je ne sais quoi.”

Harry thought he understood.