So, I'm pretty sure this story is gunna sound pretty crappy, but goddamnit the idea just wouldn't leave my head so I had to get it out of my system before I went mad.

This is part one of three. Yes, it is a Drarry story. No, I do not own anything Harry Potter related that is mentioned here, only the plot. This is slightly AUish. Yes, I am a crappy writer. But oh well, if you dislike it stop reading. Easy.

This is for Maddie, aka KeiraGrange, because she is awesome and because I promised her I'd write more stories. I know you only like Drarry if Harry is a girl Maddie, but hopefully you'll like this anyway, even if my writing is crap :).

Song Lyrics & Story title from "Our Song" by Kate Miller-Heidke, who is amazingly awesome.


Enjoy.


It felt strange to walk the halls of Hogwarts again Harry thought, stranger than the fact the old castle was completely deserted for the holidays. As the former Gryffindor stepped into the Great Hall, an odd stillness fell upon him. Hogwarts had once been a place of wonder and magic, until the year before when it had become the final battle ground for the war against Voldemort and his followers. As Harry stood still and closed his eyes, he could almost feel the air move around him with ghostly memories that fought in a war that was long past. The back of his eyelids flashed with memories from the battle, and it was like he was in the middle of the carnage again, fighting for his life...

A gentle touch to his shoulder brought Harry back to reality, and he opened his eyes to stare at Ginny, who looked back at him with worry.

"Harry, are you okay?" She asked gently, her voice laced with concern. Harry gave her a small smile and mumbled that he was fine, which only made Ginny's worried expression increase ten fold. To escape her gaze, Harry decided to become intrigued with his worn out sneakers, but Ginny didn't want any of that.

"Harry, you're not okay." She told him firmly, forcing Harry to meet her gaze. "You shouldn't have come back here. You can't handle it yet."

Harry tore his eyes away from Ginny's, starring outside of a nearby window, watching the leaves on the trees outside sway and dance in the wind. Ginny didn't dare interrupt him as he struggled for an answer, instead gently taking his hand in her own and clutching it tightly. Harry jumped at the contact, losing his train of thought for a second, and causing Ginny's expression to turn sad. The young woman had noticed that since the war had ended Harry had started to shy away from her touch. He jumped at sudden contact, and was stiff during all their hugs. It was like the spark they had shared before the war was gone, and Ginny wasn't sure why.

Harry didn't pull away, but his skin crawled as Ginny's hand stayed placed over his own. Once the touch would have made him happy, but now it seemed worse than the touch of a dementor.

"Let's...let's go outside okay?" He said his voice rather weak. Ginny nodded and allowed Harry to lead her out of the Great Hall and out to the grounds. The sky was clear and blue, and the sun shone brightly down on the pair as they made their way away from Hogwarts. When they were a considerable distance away from the castle, Harry gently pulled his hand away from Ginny's, and slumped against a nearby tree. Ginny let her hand fall gently to her side, her heart thumping painfully.

"Harry...I...I have to ask you something." She said gently, walking a few steps towards him. Harry turned to her, standing straight once more and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Uh, sure...go ahead."

Ginny took a deep breath, and took another step closer to Harry, so that she was close enough to touch him if she wished. Harry noticed the close distance and wished he could back away, though found no escape.

"I know that...the war was difficult." Ginny started carefully, keeping her eyes attached firmly to the ground while Harry starred at the top of her head. "And I know of everyone involved you took it hardest. It was impossible for it to go any other way really...but, the wars over now. It took four years, but it's finally over and...I think maybe it's time we talked about us again."

Harry started, looking wide eyed at a now blushing Ginny. What did she mean, talk about us again? She didn't mean –

"Harry, do you still love me?"

Ginny starred straight at him then, and Harry felt like he couldn't breathe. The world spun, and everything seemed to turn upside down. His vision tunnelled and all Harry could see was Ginny's expectant face, waiting for his answer...

"I...well, I mean...you...and..." He stumbled over his words, trying to drag as much air into his lungs as he could between each syllable. "I...I haven't really thought about it Gin." He confessed, turning his head away from the young woman and looking towards the lake, which danced in the midday sunlight. Ginny didn't reply, and so Harry took that as an opening to explain his feelings, even if he didn't really want to.

"The war...I forgot all about...l-l-love during the war." Harry stuttered. "It was four years of hiding, of planning, of winning parts of the world back and losing some again. And then last year it was about finding Voldemort-" Ginny flinched, "-and finishing him off once and for all. I didn't think I'd have a future so I didn't...I didn't plan one, or think about one in anyway."

When Harry looked back to Ginny, there were tears in her eyes and he worried that he might have to watch her cry. But Ginny, being a Gryffindor, stopped her tears and held her head high.

"I understand that Harry, I do. But the war is over now. It's been over for a year in fact, and I think you've had enough time. I didn't want to push you Harry, but...I still love you. I love you enough that if you want, we can start fresh, right from the beginning." The tears were back, but this time Ginny let them fall unchecked. "And if you can't give me that then...at least tell me it's over."

Silence enveloped the pair, as if the whole world was waiting for Harry's answer. Not a leaf rustled, nor a wave lapped at the lake. It wasn't until somewhere in the distance an owl hooted as it made its way back to Hogwarts did the silence break, and Harry finally answered.

"Can...Can I have some time?" He asked his voice low.

"Time?" Ginny asked.

"I just...need to think. I can't just...answer now. I need to think, Gin." Harry pleaded. Ginny looked away from him, wiped her tears away and nodded.

"I'll be at home if you want to find me. If not...just remember I'll always love you Harry. No matter what."

And then she walked off, and Harry was alone.

The Now-Man-Who-Lived slumped back onto his tree when Ginny was completely out of sight, sliding down the trunk until he found himself sitting in the cool shade, watching the lake while his thoughts swirled. Just remember I'll always love you Harry...the words wouldn't stop their constant replay in his head. Harry had known that morning when the young red head had suddenly offered to accompany him to Hogwarts that she was up to something, but this...Harry had never expected this. He had assumed that after so long Ginny had moved on to someone new, and had passed off what they had once had as a childhood romance and nothing more.

Obviously, he had been wrong. Harry brought his knees to his chest and rested his head upon them, his glasses slipping slightly. What was he going to do? Harry began to laugh as he realised he would prefer to face Voldemort again than go and tell Ginny that he didn't love her anymore. That he was in fact in love with someone else.

Harry moved his legs and stood up, using the tree as support, and then slowly began walking towards the lake. He had said that he forgot about love during the war, but that was so far from the truth it was almost comical. The war was when Harry had first truly fallen in love with someone.

The war was when Harry Potter fell in love with Draco Malfoy.

Harry was still uncertain to how it had started. Draco had been an enemy to Harry and all he had stood for then, but somehow that had all changed when they met again at the end of the wars first year. Harry had been running from a group of Death Eaters, and had found Draco waiting for him in the shadows. Harry had thought it was all over when Draco had stunned him, and all had faded to black. He could remember thinking that hopefully someone somewhere would be able to finish the job he wouldn't have a chance to completely.

But then he had woken up in a small house in London, where Draco had taken him to hide. Draco had explained that he had betrayed Voldemort, and that he worked for the Order, and that while Harry might not trust Draco, he could trust that he was safe. And surprisingly, Harry had trusted Draco's words.

When Harry had eventually gone back into the fighting, Draco had come with him. They became secret companions, and Harry found himself going to Draco for support and comfort when things got too much, more than he did to Hermione, Ron or even Ginny. It was as if everything in the past didn't matter, and neither of the pair had minded one bit. Nor had they minded when their friendship had grown into something more, and they had realised that they were in love. It had just seemed so natural and right that nothing else mattered.

But then the war had escalated, and it got harder for the lovers to be together. The rare time they spent together was spent simply loving each other, in case they never saw each other again, and the times between –

Grass gave way to rocks under Harry's feet, and he snapped out of his daze to find himself on the edge of the great lake. Standing there, he could almost drift away from his body and into the blue, away from his worries and troubles. The war was over, and Harry hadn't spoken to Draco for a year. He assumed that after their need for constant communication was over, Draco had simply forgotten about him, like he assumed Ginny had forgotten about him.

"Give me a sign, damnit. I deserve that much." Harry hissed angrily under his breath.

As soon as the wind had caught his words and carried them away, Harry felt a flare of heat from his pocket as his wand sparked. Taking it out, Harry watched as the tip started to glow with a similar light to that of a Lumos charm, until the light suddenly detached from his wand and floated into mid air in front of him.

As Harry watched in wonder, the light slowly turned a blue colour. It continued to darken until it was as blue as the lake itself, and then the light began to sing.

Harry's breathing stopped as the song filled the air. It was their song - Harry and Draco's song, the one that had kept them together between the fighting and chaos. The former Gryffindor would have said he had forgotten the song, but that was a lie. He had forced himself to push it to the back of his mind, but he could still remember the words, and found himself singing along, and still found that it reminded him of the love he felt for the Slytherin man, even after so long.

The song came to a close, and the blue light suddenly flew off into the distant sky. Harry fell to his knees, and started to cry.

Sometimes when the sky is clear blue
Sometimes I can hear you singing to me
But lately part of me just crumbles
Every time I hear that melody

Our Song