DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, J. K. Rowling does…

I arrived at Godric's Hollow around dusk. Being back in England was an odd sensation. I haven't been back for seven years. Seven very long years. I have lived with my father in America and finished my teachings at the American School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I walked along the pathway through many different graves. I passed by one that was engraved with two names that were very familiar: Lily and James Potter.

A quick memory of what Harry Potter looked like flashed into my head. I then began to recall my year at Hogwarts and the different people I met. I especially remember someone I became really close to: Draco Malfoy. I pictured his blonde hair, mouth turned somewhat into a scowl, and those deep gray eyes. I wonder if I will ever see him again. Maybe by some off chance, we will meet again. Actually, I really hope that happens. I was so deep in thought; I almost missed the piece of stone I was looking for.

I looked down to see my mother's name inscribed on a gravestone. I knelt down and tried not to remember the last memory I have of her living. I wanted to erase that moment in time, where she was killed. I tried to picture her smile, laugh, and voice before I ever traveled to England. Silent tears dripped down my rosy cheeks.

"Excuse me, miss?" whispered a soft voice. I whirled around to see a tall figure with a black coat on. He had the same blonde hair and gray eyes I was thinking about earlier. It could not be Draco, however. Why would he be here in Godric's Hollow?

I stood up and faced the man before me. "Yes?" I answered, embarrassed slightly by my tears. Before he answered, he looked me up and down, his eyes wandering around my body, as if he was trying to figure out who I was.

"If you don't mind me asking, but what is your name? You look very familiar." Then a rock dropped into my stomach. Is this Draco? He has the hair and eyes to match that face I once loved.

"Taylor. Taylor Grey," I said slowly, as my heart began to pound faster. The man's eyes grew larger as his mouth dropped. It really was Draco! Were my thoughts answered? "Are you Draco Malfoy?" I asked, hoping that it was. He nodded slowly. "Oh my gosh. Is it really you?" I asked astonished. Before he could answer, I jumped up and gave him a huge hug. I felt his arms around my waist in hesitation, and tried to remember what that felt like before.

"Taylor…what are you doing back? It's been forever," he asked, still confused.

"I wanted to see my mother's grave. They couldn't, well wouldn't, bring her to America…so they left her here." He gave a nod of understanding.

"Well you look great. I mean, you did before, but now…wow," Draco breathed as he looked over my new matured self. At the age of 23 I still had some of my looks from when Draco last saw me. I still had my brown locks, blue eyes, and now a quite curvier frame. Neither Draco nor I changed much, which is probably why we recognized each other so easily.

I blushed and then asked, "Wait, why you are here?

"You missed a whole lot. Things are extremely different now…now that Voldemort is gone."

"What? He's gone? What happened?" I blurted. I knew I was gone for a while, but I had no idea that something this big could have happened.

"Not now. Where are you staying at? The Leaky Cauldron?" he asked, trying to avoid the subject. I nodded and then we both dissapparated out of Godric's Hollow.

"All of my stuff is already in my room. It's getting late anyway, I should probably go up now," I said. I didn't know what Draco had planned for the rest of the night, but I figured he had something to do.

"I am free for the night, if you want to go to the pub and have something to drink," he suggested and raised his eyebrow. I smiled because I remembered that look on his face before. I accepted and we walked down to the pub. "So, what have you been doing these past years?" Draco asked as we sat down at a table.

"Well, I finished school. Now I am training to teach potions at the wizardry school in America. What about you?" I asked.

"Now that the entire death eater clan is gone from my family, I can do what I want. Right now, however, I am looking at my options."

"Meaning your unemployed?" I laughed. He laughed as well and then smiled at me. His hand then was placed over mine. I pulled it away instantly; there was still something else I needed to tell him.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit tense…"Draco noticed when I pulled my hand away and gathered my arms to my stomach.

"Look, there's something else that changed since I have been gone. Well, I sort of thought I wouldn't see you ever again. So I…sort of moved on." I began.

"Well, I guess that's understandable…" Draco muttered as his eyes fell to the table. This was going to be hard.

"Listen, I am sort of…engaged." I blurted out finally. Draco's face turned paler and slowly breathed. "I never expected to see you again, and I started to go out with this person, and it sort of happened. You have someone else don't you?" I bit my lip before his answer.

"Sure. Well, not anymore. But I moved on as well," Draco lied. I could tell he was lying because he didn't even bother to look at me while he spoke. "Anyway," he cleared his throat, "have you seen Potter and his friends now that your back?"

"No, I just got in today. I guess I should really go see them. Do you think they remember me?"

"Well, I did. I actually have thought about seeing you again, and here I am. Sitting next to you after seven years. Its pretty weird, you know?" I didn't, but I nodded because I had a feeling it had to do with our past.

The year I stayed here for a year sure was different. I met Draco, befriended Harry Potter and came face to face with death eaters and Voldemort at the same time. In all of those events, I managed to fall in love with a guy with the worst reputation.

"It's getting late. I think I'd better be going," I said. We both stood up and headed over towards the staircase leading to the inn. "I'll see you later?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, Taylor. Nice to see you again," Draco smiled. Man, I missed that smile that gave me butterflies in my stomach. Should I be thinking like this? Maybe it's my memories rushing back to me. Before I walked up the stairs, there was no means of physical contact. No hug or handshake. I guess it is just now awkward considering I told him that I was no longer his or able to be his.