Draco was lying on his queen sized bed that he currently shares with Astoria. His brow was furrows deep in thought and his mind kept on jumping around, forming and analysing new ideas. What was on his mind was his relationship with his girl friend, Astoria. While they were happy in a relationship, there was something missing. It wasn't lack of contact, they had plenty of that. They always had deep and meaningful conversations, so it was a lack of trust or communication. Draco couldn't find what was wrong in their relationship, apart from the fact that he doubted whether the relationship was worth fighting for. He sighed heavily. All this thinking was hurting his head. He rolled off his back and onto his stomach, his face buried in soft, fluffy pillows. He listened to his own heartbeat, thumping in his chest. The sound comforted him and he felt himself become sleepy. He was about to drift off when he distantly heard the front door open and slam close.

"Draco?" Astoria's voice floated up the stairs in the Malfoy Manor.

Draco felt his mind being dragged back into present time. He rolled off the bed and landed on the floor with a thump. He stumbled into a walking position and carelessly walked over to the bedroom door, leaning against the frame for balance.

"Yeah?" Draco yelled.

"Can you please come downstairs for a moment? I want to talk."

Draco picked himself off the door frame and headed for the stairs. He took two stairs at a time and found Astoria at the bottom of the staircase. She was wearing a grey tweed suit and a pink silk shirt underneath. Her brown hair was tucked to one side and she was holding several files underneath her arm, given to her by the Ministry of Magic.

"Hi" Draco said brightly, kissing her on the cheek before moving to her lips.

He kissed her slowly and tilted his head to the side, while at the same time running a tongue across her upper lip. She kissed him back just as passionately but they couldn't help but notice that there something different about each other. Like they were hiding something from each other. Finally, they pulled away from each other. Draco gently grabbed Astoria's hand and dragged her over to the living room and led her to a couch. She sat at one end while Draco sat opposite to her.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" asked Draco.

Astoria looked at her hands and stared at the files for a moment. She took a deep breath and looked up, staring at Draco. He squirmed slightly underneath her gaze.

" Draco, there is something about our relationship. I'm happy with it, there is nothing wrong that I can find. It's just that…well, how can I put it?" said Astoria.

"There is some unexplainable doubt in it?" supplied Draco.

"Yeah, I'm not unhappy or anything…"

"It isn't what it used to be…"

"You're not a bad boyfriend or anything…"

"But there is something about our relationship which just isn't right…"

"So maybe we should call the relationship off..."

"And stay friends at the same time?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'm so sorry Draco."

"No, you don't need to be sorry or apologise. If we are both happy, then there is nothing to be sorry about."

There was a peaceful silence which flowed between them.

"Well, I had a good time with you Draco." Astoria said, as she stood up.

Draco agreed. "I don't regret our relationship at all."

They walked towards each other and gave each other a hug. They stood there, holding each other. Astoria pulled away and smiled; she reached out and gently stroked Draco's cheek. She then leaned forward and kissed him, softly but briefly.

"I will just go upstairs and pack up my things. I don't think I will take too long."

"But do you have a place to go? If you have nowhere to go, then you can stay here for a few days. I'm not going to kick you out because we aren't in a relationship anymore."

"Of course I do! I'm going to stay with my parents again. They won't mind. What do you think I am? Homeless?"

"No, I was just being polite…Do you need any help?"

"I'm good, thanks. But I will probably need some help moving my belongings."

"You don't say… Kreacher!"

A loud crack sounded throughout the Manor and Kreacher appeared in front of Draco, dressed in a white shirt and black slacks which were the right size for a doll. Kreacher bowed in front of Draco until his nose touched the floor.

"Yes, Master Draco. How can be of assistance, master? Kreacher was just helping Master Harry clean out Master Regulus' bedroom." Kreacher replied.

Draco pulled out a tight smile. Potter and he shared ownership of Kreacher since Potter wanted to give Kreacher to the Malfoy's as a thank you present for playing a part for helping him survive the Second Wizarding War. Potter was also being kind to Kreacher as he knew Kreacher wanted to serve a member of the Black Family again. Draco didn't want Kreacher, however Potter persisted so they both grudgingly agreed to share ownership of Kreacher. Draco remembered the exchange clearly. Potter had showed up at the Malfoy Manor with Kreacher and neither wanted to stay or talk for long. They didn't look at each other for the entire conversation and spoke as little as possible. As soon as the deal was complete, Potter apparated away with Kreacher.

"Kreacher, Astoria is moving out of the Malfoy Manor. She will be packing up her things. As soon she is done, you are to help her move her belongs into her parents' place. Is that clear?"

"Of course, Master Draco. Kreacher will help Miss Astoria move her things. Kreacher will stand by the bedroom door waiting for his orders."

"Good Kreacher. I will give you a tip in your weekly salary."

"Master Draco is most kind." Bowed Kreacher and he proceeded to stand next to Blah.

Astoria laughed. "Thank you Draco. I will see you soon to say good bye."

Draco watched as Astoria and Kreacher both walked upstairs. He sat back down on the couch. He felt good, like his mind was clear again. He had been worried that Astoria wouldn't take a break up well. But it seems like this topic was bothering her as well. He leaned against the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. He hoped that he would find love again soon. He had been deprived of love from his parents, especially from his father. His mother, not so much. He liked the feeling which love gave to him. It made him feel happy, complete, like nothing else mattered in the world, apart from the person who loved you back. He didn't know that he would find love again so quickly. In fact, he didn't know that he would fall in love with a girl that he thought was scum at the bottom of his leather lined, Italian made loafers.