This is a collaboration fic between myself and QueenoftheMoonlitTears. We came up with this idea at, oh...three-thirty in the morning (what can I say, we're both insomniacs..hehe). I'll alert you to which chapter is mine, and which is Queen's, but all chapters must actually be read in order to understand the fic.

Warnings: character death, slash, angst, stubborness
Disclaimer: Neither I nor Queen own Harry Potter, though we do collectively own this plot...and I own the original character Storm!
Pairings: PASTHarry/Charlie, Harry/OC, Draco/Hermione, Ron/Luna

To all of you who have me on your author alert list, I hope you read this and give feedback on it. I'm very keen to hear your opinions, as is Queen. That reminds me, I'd appreciate it if you'd all go take a gander at Queen's profile, check out some of her stories. Anyway, I'd better hurry up and give Queen her computer back, lol.

Please read and review! Cheers, darlings!

It was Draco who'd insisted they go to Romania, mostly because he wanted to see his namesakes. When Hermione had pointed out that he'd already seen them at the Triwizard Tournament, the blond countered with the excuse that he hadn't seen them all that well. If it wasn't for Charlie's love for dragons, Draco wouldn't have gotten his way.

So Harry followed his friends and lover reluctantly, an ominous feeling in the pit of his stomach. Nights before they were set to leave, Harry began having dreams he couldn't discern; there was something in those dreams that kept Harry from full relaxing.

"Storm, I really want them to meet you!"

Harry stared at Draco's backend, his head sticking in the emerald flames. The blond was making a floo call, but why? Who was this Storm person he was talking to? Harry meant to ask, but lost his chance when Charlie entered the room and startled the blond. Draco ended the fire-call abruptly, glaring dubiously at Charlie.

"Who were you talking to, Dragon Boy?"

Draco, Harry knew, hated being that name. The raven-haired wizard couldn't stop the small smile that played on his lips when he heard Charlie call the blond that. Draco glared at the redhead, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. "Storm."

"Is this person the real reason we're going to Romania?"

Draco laughed coldly. "No, he just happens to live there. I didn't actually know Storm lived in Romania until yesterday. Honestly, why is it your business anyway?"

"You're awfully defensive of this person…"

Draco gave a long-suffering sigh. "Damn you, Weasley… I have the right to be defensive of my friends. Storm doesn't know any of you, and I have no right divulging his secrets…"

Charlie narrowed his eyes, watching the blond critically. "Is he a 'bad' person, Malfoy?"

"Sod off, you prat… Merlin, just because I came from Death Eaters doesn't mean everyone I associate with is evil… Storm is as far from the dark arts as one can be, Weasley. He's not going to harm your precious Harry anymore than Ron could pass potions."

Charlie snickered and sighed in defeat. "So…you're going to introduce all of us to him, then?"

Draco nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Yeah…but…keep him away from dragons." The blond shut the door on that conversation, walking out of the living room. Harry was intrigued, but he still felt uneasy. Something was going to happen…something bad.