Once again, Draco had awoken with a numb feeling in his body. He looked at his stained sheets and shook his head. He couldn't stop dreaming about Harry. He couldn't stop thinking about Harry. He wanted to be with him. He sighed and went to change his clothes and bedding.

For days, he had been thinking about the boy. It had been months since they last saw each other. That day that had brought him such joy and torn his insides apart. It had been so long ago but it felt like yesterday thanks to his constant dreaming. Draco loved him and there was no doubt about that but when he though about the spell.

The ties that bond

The ties that linger

We destroy you

We pull you apart

Until we meet again


He knew what that meant. He knew that he wouldn't see Harry until they were at the final battle against Voldemort. Who knew when that was! It could be a year, a month, or a week from now and Draco was ready to peel his skin off. He wanted to see Harry! He wanted to love him!

Draco shook his head and sat down at the piano that was in his bedroom. He touched each key with his fingertips and felt flashes of memories flood his heart.

"Malfoy…what are you doing?" Harry whispered.

"Kissing you. Now shut up," Draco laughed.

Draco laughed at the memory of their first kiss. Harry had been so nervous and he had been crying over Cedric, that Malfoy just kissed him. The kiss had turned heated very quickly and Draco found himself inside of Harry within five minutes of initiating the kiss. He had slept with the enemy and that night he had the best night of sleep he had ever had in his life.

Harry was sitting in Potions waiting for Draco to show up. What they had done yesterday had been insane. Harry was going to let Draco know that it would not happen again at least that was the plan until Draco walked in.

Harry lost track of his thoughts and felt his mouth water. He shook his head and kept his eye on his notes. Harry knew that Malfoy was staring at him. Harry didn't want to talk to him. He didn't want to see him but the thought of Malfoy staring at him sent his heart racing.

"Mr. Potter, what is the use of flax seed in the Willow potion?" Snape asked.

Harry froze. He didn't know. He never knew.

"I don't know sir," Harry answered.

"Go to the storage closet and retrieve the ingredients we will use today Potter," Snape snapped. "Five points from Gryffindor."

Malfoy watched Harry walk away into the closet and was furious. The boy refused to look at him! So what if they had had sex. They were still friends; at least Draco would like to think so.

"Mr. Malfoy do you know the use?"

Draco tilted his head. If he said yes, it was five points to Slytherin. If he said no, he would get to go in the closet with Harry.

"I don't know sir," Draco sighed.

"Join Mr. Potter," Snape muttered.

Draco hummed a happy tune as he walked into the storage closet and found Harry bent over picking up a bag that had fallen.

"Stop tempting me Potter," Draco teased.

Harry jumped and dropped everything that he had picked up at the sound of Malfoy's voice.

"Malfoy! What are you doing here?" Harry panicked. He didn't want to be alone with Draco! Who knew where that would lead!

"We had sex."


"We had sex! Get over it Potter! It wasn't anything life changing! It wasn't that great! Let's just be friends okay?"

Harry froze…it wasn't good? The moans and passion had said other wise. He thought that the passion had been significant. That's what had scared him the most.

"Not good? NOT GOOD?" Harry screeched.

Harry stopped in front of Malfoy's face and Malfoy kissed him. Malfoy pushed him against the wall and rubbed his hips against Harry's. They were both rubbing against each other and moaning.

"Harry…" Draco moaned.

"Ah…" Harry groaned.

Draco grabbed both of Harry's wrists in one hand and brought them above Harry's head. Harry groaned and wrapped his legs around Malfoy's waist. Malfoy used his other hand to take off Harry's pants and then his own. Malfoy whispered a quick lubrication spell and slammed into Harry.

Harry groaned out in pain and Malfoy hissed out in pleasure. Harry begged Malfoy to go faster. That they could be caught. But nothing made him move faster. It was over soon. Malfoy curse and groaned out Harry's name as he came inside the brunette and Harry whimpered Draco's name.

Draco touched the piano again and laughed. Harry had always been passionate with him. They never kept their hands off each other. It was a need that had consumed them both.

Draco had slowly become enthralled by the green-eyed boy.

Harry had become his world.

That's why he always thought of the boy.

That's why his music had a different tune since he met Harry.

He touched the keys and felt his heart take over the melody.

The quiet music played under his fingers. He touched one key and then the next and he heard the familiar tune. He heard the song that he had written and it felt like he had written it so long ago. In truth he hadn't, it had only been six months ago when he had composed the song. It had been the night that Harry and he had been torn apart. He hadn't slept and just stayed playing his piano until the same song appeared over and over again. It was a sad song. Full of sorrow and lost hope. It was exactly like their relationship and Draco cried every time he played it.

Tonight was no exception.

There was yet another rumor that Harry was dead and every single time he heard that one hint of a possibility, he couldn't breathe. The world turned black and he felt his insides scraped raw. A life without Harry seemed like no life at all.

He hadn't known how to communicate with Harry. He tried to send an owl but the owl just traveled for a week and came back with the letter still attached. That was either a good thing…or bad thing. Thousands of thoughts ran through Draco's mind and each of them made him sick with worry, sadness, happiness or anger…he couldn't keep his mind straight.

The one good thing about his emotional torment was that he was so moody people still thought he was bad even though he had been passing information to the Order in order to give his mother protection.

He still smiled at the amazing plan his mother had laid out in order for them to be safe. He was supposed to confront her for betraying the Dark Lord and kill her. They had made it seem like that and then the Order had come and put his mother in hiding. She couldn't come out until the war was over. He kept praying that Harry would be fine. That this war would end as soon as possible.

The one time he had seen him and they had been torn apart, literally. Draco felt much hollower since that day. It had been like a dream to touch Harry again. It had been wonderful and painful. He knew that he it had been the right ting to do but that one fact didn't stop him from hurting. He knew they weren't going to let go of each other.

Draco had had wonderful dreams about that day. Dreams were Harry swept him away and they relived the passionate moments that they had shared so briefly at school. His dreams were wonderful but Draco always woke with a feeling of desperation to feel it in real life.

"Draco…" a soft voice called him.

Draco closed his eyes and wanted to tell Pansy to go away. Pansy knew whom he was wallowing over and even though she didn't approve…she understood. They had always been so close that Draco was grateful for it. She knew he wasn't evil. She knew he was good and so was she. They were both helping the other side and they knew they could die if they were caught. It hadn't mattered to her. She was in love with Dean Thomas but couldn't be with him because of the war. Because of whom she was and who he was. There was no justice in the world and Draco and Pansy knew that.

"Yeah Pansy?" Draco whispered. He sighed and wished he could see Harry again. Wish he could hear his voice and see his bright green eyes that always reminded him of hope.

"There's news," Pansy said. Her voice shook with fear and Draco turned to look at her. She was shaking with fear. Her eyes were wide and she fell to her knees.

"What is it Pansy?" Draco demanded.

A million things ran through his mind. Each of them worse than the last thought that had been running through his mind. Had they caught Harry? Was he okay? Had they found out about Pansy and him betraying them? What was it that brought his best friend to tears?

"We're attacking the school. In a month…everything is planned out. It'll take time…Oh god," Pansy whispered. "Oh Draco…he went back! He's going to be there…what if…what if they…?"

"It's going to be okay Pansy," Draco sighed. "We never pick a side that will loose remember?"

Draco laughed. No, he had never picked a side that lost. That's why his money was on Harry. He would always pick Harry. Harry was his only choice ever.


Harry had done it. He had defeated Voldemort and lived. He was so happy but he was so sad. George had died. Remus. Tonks. Hedwig. Snape. Colin. God, so many people that it tore Harry apart.

What made Harry smile was seeing the Weasley family hug each other. Seeing Ron and Hermione kiss each other as if the world didn't exist. What he hadn't seen coming was Dean kissing Pansy. He knew that she was working as a double agent but he hadn't known that she and Dean were an item. He blushed as he twirled her around and kissed her. They were laughing and so in love that he couldn't help but be happy for the odd couple.

"NO! NO! AH! NO! NO! GOD PLEASE NO!" a voice screamed.

Everyone's head turned to look at who was screaming and Harry's blood froze. He saw the blonde hair and he knew who it was. Harry ran but couldn't get there fast enough and when he did, he fell to his knees. He touched Draco's hair and felt his heart stop, the world froze and all he saw was the love of his life unconscious. He sobbed aloud and everyone knew. They knew that the two of them had been involved. They knew that this was the one person that Harry truly couldn't survive losing. Not after losing everyone, he had already lost. Not after his parents. Not after Sirius. Not after Dumbledore. He wouldn't survive this. If Draco died…Harry would too.

"Please wake up. Please Draco. Please. Please wake up," Harry whispered.

Draco's mother looked at Harry and thought that her heart had broken just a little more. The boy who for so long she had seen as her enemy looked so tormented and lost that it made her put her arm around him. Harry leaned into her and cried.

"H-Harry?" a weak voice croaked.

"Draco!" Harry sighed. He was alive. He was staring into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He was touching the love of his life again. He was seeing him again. Everything was right again. Harry touched Draco's left hand and felt the blood drain from his body. On the fourth finger of Draco's left hand, yes his left hand was a cold band. Harry looked down and sure enough it was silver and solid. Draco hugged his mother and Harry stood up.

His mouth was dry and he felt dizzy. Hermione was talking to him; he could see her mouth moving but nothing. He couldn't hear her. He couldn't feel her hand, which he was sure was patting him on his back. Draco had moved on. He was with someone else. He was MARRIED!

Harry was hurt, angry, and frustrated. He wanted to scream at Draco. Why did he not wait? Was it so hard to wait? He wanted to strangle Hermione! Did she have to tear them apart? He wanted answers but he was too afraid to hear them. He was too scared to know that Draco had moved on. He was scared to hear the truth from Draco's mouth: he was never good enough to be with Draco.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Hermione answered.

Harry wasn't saying anything. He was just staring into space. She had expected to see Harry run to Draco as he had before. For them to be together. Nothing liked that had happened. They saw each other and Harry had walked away in a very scary daze.

"Hermione…" Draco croaked.

Hermione looked at Draco and smiled. He looked worried. He still loved Harry. Hermione could tell by the look in his eyes. She looked him up and down, and saw that he looked healthier than he had seven months ago. Then a glitter from his hand caught her attention. She froze as she saw the wedding band on his hand. She gasped and stood in front of Harry.

"You stay away from him!" Hermione screeched.

"What's wrong Hermione?" Ron and Draco asked.

"WHAT'S WRONG? You bastard!" Hermione yelled.

"Hermione…" Draco sighed.



"Malfoy…" Ron hissed as he saw Draco's hand. "Tell me there is a fucking good reason for that thing to be on your hand."

"What thing….oh," Draco whispered as he looked down at his hand.

There was an explanation. If they would listen they would laugh at their overreactions. It was nothing really. Draco would never! Such faith.

"It's my mom's" Draco muttered.

"What?" Hermione whispered.

"The ring you twit! It's my mom's but she doesn't wear it because she's not married. So she gave it to me. I have really skinny fingers okay? Can we not get into it please?" Draco sighed.

He looked over Hermione's shoulder and he was desperate to touch Harry again. Who cares what he had thought. This mess was over and he could kiss Harry. He could love Harry. He could wake up with Harry. He could…anything. The world was his. And Harry's of course.

"Move Hermione," Draco insisted.

Draco pushed Hermione out of the way because she wouldn't move fast enough and he hugged Harry. He ran his fingers through Harry's hair and kissed him. Harry tried to push Draco away but Draco held him tighter. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's neck but his left arm was being held by Draco.

Draco smiled into the kiss and slipped a ring on Harry's finger. Harry's eyes popped wide open and he pushed Draco away. He looked down at his left ring finger and saw a silver band.

"On the inside of it, it says 'One day with you is never enough'" Draco whispered.

Harry started to cry and Draco hugged him passionately. One day had finally come. They were finally together and after everything…it couldn't have been more perfect. Harry kissed Draco and sighed.

"We can start being a family together," Draco whispered.

"We'll have to teach each other how to do that," Harry explained.

"I know," Draco said.

"I'm glad I'll learn with you," Harry sighed.

"Me too. I love you so much," Draco whispered.

"I love you too," Harry laughed as Draco kissed his neck.

"Will you say your sorry now?" Draco whispered.

"I'll say whatever you want. We have all the time in the world," Harry laughed.