Author's Note: Because of popular demand (lol), I decided to make a sequel. It seriously won't be very long. It would probably be 5 chapters long at most. So, here it is! I was going to post it before I left for Chicago, but the site was doing something... but anyway, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: None, really. JK Rowling supports fan fiction and says the author (us) should credit all work. I guess I own Draco and Cho then. So I demand Katie Leung to be removed! Heh.

Chapter 1: Let It Go

Weeks... months... A year could have already passed. It wasn't certain how long it has been, but it seemed like quite a long time. Cho sat atop a hilltop, leaning against a weeping willow. She ran her hands through the flower-filled grass, feeling them tickle between her fingers. Her mind was clear and it wandered carelessly as she stared absentmindedly in the distance.

Was running away with Draco a decision she truly wanted? Perhaps it wasn't a very wise thing to do. Her actions to agree to it weren't at all impulsive- she gave it much thought. A few years of thinking, really. Cho promised to wait for Draco and she did. They were now engaged. But what more? Were they to remain engaged travellers their entire lives? What of a proper wedding? Their new life...

"Cho?" Draco sat down beside her and broke her thoughts. He had gone off somewhere and just returned. "Are you alright?"

Cho blinked a few times and jerked her head up. "Yeah," She released a half smile.

Draco nodded and cleared his throat. "That village down there- it's Hogsmeade," He pointed down below them.

"Hogsmeade?" Cho leaned forward, squinting her tired eyes. "You're quite sure?" She had been away for so long that her memories of her past times at the village have been unclear.

"I am. We can stay there for a bit. We haven't visited the place for so long. No one could possibly recognize us." Draco stood up and brushed the grass off.

"Of course at least one person would notice us," Cho protested, sounding almost spiteful. "We have visited the bloody village while we were at Hogwarts!"

"Do you deem they would notice us now, Cho? With our tired faces, rugged robes... Look at us! Do you honestly believe someone would even speak to us? We look almost like beggars! No one could ever expect a Malfoy to appear this way in public."

"Not unless that Skeeter woman happened to write a dramatic piece about you abandoning your own wedding," Cho muttered. Draco shot her a look and then folded his arms, turning away.

There it was. The arrogant ego of his that Cho hadn't seen surface in a long while. She was quite glad it was back. It always assured her that whatever happens to them, they would always remain the same. Cho remained silent and stared into the ground once more.

"Come on, Cho," Draco said with a deep breath. "I know you're exhausted, because I am as well. Hogsmeade is the closest place to us at the moment and we can't manage to travel any farther. Let's just check into an Inn, rest for a while, and then we can leave." He faced her and held out a hand.

Cho took it and looked hesitantly at him. They gathered all that they had- which wasn't very much- and mounted their brooms. The two didn't speak any further as they landed at the border of the village and checked into an Inn. Once they settled in a vacant room, Draco propped himself on the single bed and immediately drifted off to sleep.

"How did we mange to last this long?" Cho whispered as she sat down beside the sleeping body, wondering... It seemed as if Draco's money pouch always refilled itself- he never ran out of it. While she, herself, spent her last Sickle weeks ago. "We can't keep going on like this."

As she stared down at Draco, her eyes began too feel heavy. She groggily brushed strands of silver-blonde hair away from his closed eyes and lay her head down by his chest. Cho felt Draco's steady, warm breath on her head and listened to his beating heart. It was like a calming music that lured her into a welcoming slumber.

Mei-Lin sat on the other side of the living room door and listened intently as her parents read Cho's recent letter aloud...

"...Draco and I are doing well enough. Things will get better. I promise. Love Always," Mrs. Chang finished with a sigh. "They're struggling out there, I just know it."

"Write back to her, tell her to come home," Mr. Chang put a comforting arm around his wife.

"I should, but Cho wouldn't come back. She would reason with us... but..." Mrs. Chang paused and narrowed her eyes in thought. "There is something she may consider doing-"

"Mum, mum, mum! Can I write the next letter? I wanna write to Cho!" Mei burst through the door. "Please, please, please?"

"You may write a letter of your own and we'll send it along with mine. Go on, and don't eavesdrop again,"

Mei smiled sheepishly and left.

"Lucius, please," It was past midnight and Narcissa had crept down to their basement and found her husband muttering insanely to himself. "Why are you at it again? Please, just let it go."

"That boy needs to come to his senses and set things in order. He will come back here once I find him and I assure you that he will never leave this house again," Lucius hovered over a large bubbling cauldron.

"I thought you said you no longer had a son," Narcissa whispered in grief.

"I don't," He spat. "But he, unfortunately, carries our name. I will not let this family's reputation end with him! Shameful indeed..." Lucius gritted his teeth and attempted calming himself.

"When will you rest? Draco's gone. Our name will not end with him," Narcissa began to make her way back upstairs when she noticed Lucius was ignoring her and whispered, "Just let it go,"