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There'll be only one or two more chapters after this one, guys.


"How is he?" his voice was thick with tears and seemed detached to his own ears. As if someone else was speaking for him.

The nurse from St. Mungos gave him a sad smile. "Lets talk in here Mr. Potter. If you don't mind," she said kindly, leading him out of the busy waiting room and into the next hallway, which was near empty.

"We did everything we could. You have to understand your husband's accidents were very severe. But we think he died shortly after impact. He felt little or no pain." She said softly, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Harry's vision doubled first, then split up as if he were looking through a collidascope as the hot tears welled in his eyes. He squeezed them shut, willing away his emotions until he was alone. He felt the sudden wave a grief and sadness began to ebb into the back of his mind, and he made himself look up at the nurse.

He tried a smile and knew it came out as more of a grimace. He nodded to her then asked quietly, "Can I see him?"

The nurse smiled at him in a sad, knowing way and she nodded. "I'll take you there," she said and lead him down the hallway and into a big operating room at the end of the hallway.

Draco lay still on a metal bed, a white sheet pulled up to his chin. Machines of all sorts filled the space around him, but none were connected anymore. Harry stepped into the room and the door closed behind him, the nurse leaving to give him some privacy.

Draco's face was still and peaceful, all the blood and grim cleared from it. His eyes were closed and it looked as if he could be sleeping. The only sign otherwise was the big gash on the back of his head, clean now, but still there.

His skin was paler then usual, and when Harry laid a hand on his cheek it was cold. Then he couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They gushed from his eyes in a rush he couldn't control, and he started gasping for breath.

His hands wrapped around the sides of the metal bed in a vise-grip as his body convulsed with sobs.

The last moments together, and they had been fighting! He hadn't died happy! If Harry would have just came home from damned work on time, Draco never would have left the house and he would be alive now! Guilt crashed over Harry. This was all his fault.

Finally he brought himself to stop, flexing his hands and breathing deeply in and out of his mouth. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them he half expected Draco to be lying on that cart looking up at him with concerned eyes and to ask him what was wrong.

But he wasn't. Obviously.

Harry wiped away the last of his tears, sniffed and bent, kissing Draco softly on the mouth before backing away from him. "Bye honey. I love you," he whispered as he backed out of the room.

He backed up until his back met the other side of the hallway, where he slowly slid down onto the floor.

He wrapped his arms around his knees, burying his face in them. He was only twenty-three and his husband had just died. His husband, the one he'd loved the most. The only real family he still had.

Harry pushed all thoughts from his mind then, refusing to feel anymore. The only things that crossed his minds were the sounds of wheeled gurneys rolling by or the hurried footsteps of various doctors.

Finally, though, some of those footsteps stopped in front of him. When they didn't continue on down the hall way he looked up and was surprised to see not a doctor, but Ronald Weasley.

Without saying a word Ron turned and leaned against the wall next to Harry; sliding down to sit next to him like they had before so many times at Hogwarts. He wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders wordlessly and Harry came to him willingly, burying his face in Ron's shoulder, the tears starting up again, his shoulders shaking with his sobs.

Ron's other arm came around him as well, enveloping him in his strong embrace. They sat there together for nearly ten minutes; Ron holding Harry, just letting him cry.

After a while Harry eased away from him, wiping at his eyes. "Thanks," he murmured.

Ron's hand remained on his shoulder, rubbing it gently. "Are you gonna be ok, mate?" he asked softly.

Harry didn't answer him right away, staring out across the hallway at the doors behind which Draco lay. "I don't know," he answered finally.

"I'm so sorry," Ron said, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "Do you want to come stay with me and 'Mione for a while?" he asked. "We've got plenty of room, and would love having you around."

Harry rather liked that idea. Plus he didn't know if he could stand to be in their house alone; having to see all of Draco's things, having to smell him. No he definitely wouldn't be able to.

"Actually Ron, I think I'll take you up on that offer," he said with a watery chuckle.

Ron smiled and nodded. "Good," then he hesitated for a moment, his smile wavering then falling from his face. "Do you… do you want to talk about it? Tell me what happened?" Ron asked timidly, as if he wasn't sure how Harry would react.

Harry let out a shaky breath, raking his hands through his unruly hair. "We were fighting. I got home from work late… again. He got mad and said he was leaving. He walked outside and there was a car sliding on the ice and it hit him," Harry explained, his voice shaking. "If I hadn't been late… if I would have spent more time with him… he wouldn't have left…" he gasped out, beginning to cry again and Ron put his arms back around him.

"Shh," he comforted. "It's not your fault." Then he glanced at his watch. "It's getting late. Hermione's waiting out in the waiting room. We should start going."

Harry nodded his head absently, letting Ron pull him up from the floor. They walked silently together back to the waiting area where Hermione sat, her eyes red and puffy. As time went on, Ron and Hermione had learned to love Draco too. When she spotted them she jumped from her chair and flew to him, flinging her arms around his neck.

"I'm so sorry Harry," she murmured into his neck. "Are you going to come stay with us?"

He nodded. He decided he would stay with them for a while. At least until after Draco's … funeral. Gosh that was a hard thing to think about.

She nodded her approval before pulling back. "Well are we ready to go then?" she asked, pulling out her wand. Ron did the same. Hermione looped her arm through Harry's as Ron turned on the spot, and they all apparated back to Ron and Hermione's small house.

When they arrived Hermione went bustling about; grabbing blankets and pillows for Harry. She went into their living room, which was decorated elaborately with Christmas lights and ornaments.

She lay them out neatly on their big couch then turned back to him. "Alright. Here you go," she said, and came over and kissed his cheek. "Good night. And Merry Christmas."

Then she went past him, down the hall toward hers and Ron's room. "As merry as it can get," he heard her mumble. Then she was gone.

He sighed, rubbing his hands over his eyes and slipping off his shoes. Ron came out then, carrying a pair of pants and a t-shirt. He tossed them to Harry. "Here, you can wear these to sleep in," he said tiredly.

"Thanks mate," Harry said in a low voice. "Night."

Ron nodded before turning and going back to his room.

Harry lowered himself onto the couch, striping down and putting on Ron's clothes. They were much to long. He had to roll the sleeves and legs up three times.

After this was accomplished, he crawled under the blankets and buried his head in the pillow. All his tears were cried for today, but that didn't stop the hurt. Before falling asleep he thought, All I want for Christmas is Draco.


He was standing in an empty room. All the walls were white, and a black door stood to one side. But he didn't want to go through the door, so he waited. Soon enough, the door opened and Harry was surprised to see Professor Dumbledore come through it.

He walked over to Harry, a grand smile on his face. "Well hello Harry! It's been a long time!"

Harry nodded at him, but couldn't bring himself to smile back. "Yes," he agreed.

Dumbledore's face took on a troubled look. "I am also aware Mr. Malfoy passed this evening." All the pain Harry had lost to his sleep came back in a flood.

"Yes," he also agreed in a choked voice.

"And you want him back."

"Very much."

"Well I think I might be able to arrange that," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"What? Dumbledore hasn't anyone ever told you there's no such thing as miracles?" Harry asked gravely.

"Yes. But there is such thing as Magic. And I can bring him back. Well temporarily, at least. I'm going to rewind time three days, so you can fix things."

"Wait, fix what?" Harry asked, confused.

"You made him think you didn't love him anymore. He thought you were cheating on him. I'll give you three days to fix that."

Harry hesitated for a moment, half his mind dying to believe him, the other half knowing it wasn't possible. "Can you really do that?" he asked, giving in to his hopeful side, letting himself believe for a moment.

"I can… but there is one problem," he said gravely.


"Draco still has to die."

Harry froze. What? That wasn't how this was supposed to work! What was the point if he was still going to die?!

"No," he said firmly.

"Yes Harry. You can't change fate," Dumbledore said sadly but firmly.

"No I won't let you!" Harry yelled.

"I'm sorry Harry but that's the deal. Let him know you love him. Don't concentrate on his dying. Concentrate on him living."

"No! I won't let him! I won't let you!" he screamed desperately.

"This is how it has to be," Dumbledore said, and with a flick of his wrist sent Harry flying back toward the black door. It opened when Harry thought he was going to hit it, and then he was falling into blackness.


Harry jumped awake, cold sweat running down his face. His breathing was heavy as he sat bolt upright, rubbing his hands in his eyes. It was just a dream. Then he remembered; Draco's dead.

He began crying again, flipping over and burying his face into his pillow, his body convulsing with sobs. Draco I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

"Wha's the ma'er?" A sleepy voice came from behind him. Harry let out a startled little yelp, flipping around in his bed to see Draco propped up on his elbow, his eyes droopy with sleep. He reached out a hand and wiped at Harry's face.

He snuggled in closer to him, leaning their foreheads together. "What's wrong?"

Harry forgot to breathe. That was Draco lying next to him. A Draco who wasn't dead. His Draco. And he wasn't at Ron and Hermione's anymore. He was at home; in his bed with Draco.

Then he was crying even more, hugging Draco to him, showering him in kisses.

"Uhmm… hi," Draco said with a chuckle, kissing Harry on the mouth once before pulling back. "What's gotten into you?"

"What's the date?" Harry asked.

"Why does that matt-"

"What's the date?!"

"The twenty-first!" Draco said in surprise at Harry's shout.

Harry gasped. Then he started kissing Draco all over again. "I love you. Don't you ever forget that," he said.

"I love you too," he said. "Now can we go back to bed? You have to work in the morning you know."

"No I don't," Harry said abruptly. If this half of the deal came true, so would the other half, and he wasn't going to let his time be spent at work.

Draco looked confused. "Why not?"

"I'm calling in sick. Whatever you have to do, drop it all, from now until Christmas I want to be with you all the time. Every minute of every day. I love you Draco," he said, showering Draco with more kisses.

"Ok," Draco said, sounding happily surprised before kissing him back. Their kiss became heated, and Harry rolled on top of Draco.

The night carried on.