Lips of an Angel

A/N: So yes, I haven't updated for like…a year… XD I'm sorry for that…it's just that I've been a bit busy with life and yada yada…haha…and since so many people requested for a sequel for the Art of Letting Go (thanks for all the reviews!! :D), here it is. :D

Enjoy.

CHAPTER 1

Honey why are you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why are you crying, is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

A shrill ring of a phone,

The rustle of sheets,

A slight movement,

A raven haired man stands up,

And the ringing stops.

"Harry?" a smooth male voice; it portrayed a lifetime of pure blood training – the accent and tone was an unforgettable thing. It never failed to give him goosebumps.

Even now.

"Draco," a soft whisper of acknowledgement.

They were home again,

With each other,

As it always should have been.

***

It had been a year since Harry and Ginny got married.

It had been a year of Harry trying everything he can, every second of the day, to be the perfect husband and to make Ginny happy.

Frankly, it was making him tired.

"Look, Harry! Isn't that robe just absolutely marvelous?" Ginny exclaimed whilst pointing at a magenta robe hanging outside one of the numerous shops in Wizarding Paris.

For Harry, it was just a simple robe, just like all the other robes that they had back home and like all the other robes they just bought a few minutes ago in the other robe shops.

But still –

"Yes, Gin! Marvelous," a fake grin plastered on his face. His voice infused with an enthusiasm and interest that his feelings did not even convey.

"I know! Right? Let's go buy it!"

And with that, Ginny proceeded inside the shop, leaving Harry alone in the street for the nth time that day.

I wonder why she never notices the smile I fake? Or the laugh I force?, Harry though, a sigh barely escaping his lips.

Because she's not me, an answering voice in his head answered.

Harry whirled around as fast as he could, his eyes frantically searching the crowd for a glint of blonde that he himself hadn't seen since his wedding.

Draco had all but disappeared after that fateful day in London. No one ever heard of him, and no one who knew said a word.

Harry thought it would serve to make him forget about their past, and focus on his future with Ginny. But it didn't.

It only made him empty.

Where are you?

Right here, Potter. Right here.

A flash of gold to his right – to the direction of the Eiffel Tower.

Draco?

Yes, Harry, it's me.

And Harry could almost imagine that smile on his face from across the distance.

His heart beat a little bit faster,

His world seemed less empty,

And for the first time in a long time, a sincere smile shone through his face.

Finally, he found him.

He found Draco once again.

And this time, he couldn't let him go.

Xoxoxoxoxox

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