Chapter 1: The Beginning

A/N: Revised 6/21/11

"Ron! Ron! Look at this! Isn't this adorable?" Harry said, holding up a very frilly pink toddler's dress in front of his boyfriend.

"Um…" Ron gaped. "Harry don't you think that's a little much? I mean…first of all there's too many ruffles and second, Rose's favorite color is red now not pink, that was yesterday."

"Oh right, well then…" Harry went to search for something better and came back with an even more ridiculously gaudy red dress, "What about this one?"

Ron laughed, shaking his head.

As Harry sighed and returned to discover yet another hideous dress, Ron couldn't help but think back to that moment three years ago when Harry had appeared in his flat in despair.

FLASHBACK-

Harry apparated into Ron's living room with a bruise on his face and tears running down his cheeks. Ron startled by his best friend's appearance quickly got out of his armchair and went over to assess his best friend's wounds.

"What's wrong? What happened!" He demanded. Harry didn't answer right away. It took him a while to calm down.

But when he eventually got a hold of himself, the whole story came gushing out. Ron had to listen closely to make sure he didn't miss anything.

When Harry finally finished talking, Ron overloaded him with questions, "He's been hurting you? How long has this been going on? Why haven't you told me or Hermione? I always knew that slimy git was up to no good."Harry held up his hand to stop Ron's rambling, " I love him Ron, that's why I never told anyone...but, now I'm beginning to realize that maybe that's not enough..."

After a couple of days of relishing in his newfound freedom, the "i'm sorry" owls came and with them so did the feelings of guilt and regret. If it hadn't been for him, Ron knew that Harry would have ended up right back in the arms of Draco and he wasn't about to let that happen.

Ron had been devastated when he found out that the one he loved had chosen an arrogant Slytherin over him, but he reasoned that as long as Harry was happy, he would push his feelings aside and be happy for him. But as it turned out to both Ron's dismay and delight, Draco had been the cause of more anguish than happiness. So Ron made Harry's recovery his responsibility and made it so that Draco would never come near Harry again.

Of course Harry had called Ron "overprotective" and "unreasonable" for monitoring him every second of every day, but Draco had abused and exploited the one he loved, no way was he giving him back.

It had taken Ron three long years, but finally Harry was his.

END FLASHBACK!

"65.32, please" said the bored the cashier.

"Ron! Ron! Hellooo…are you okay?" Harry said while waving his hand in front of Ron's face.

Ron suddenly snapped back to the here and now and handed the cashier a few galleons. "Huh? Oh yeah, sorry I was just so shocked at how much this dress costs…It's not even that much fabric."

"Well, I'm sorry but it shouldn't matter how much it costs as long as we get to see Rose's shining face when she sees this present!" Harry squealed.

"I can only imagine what would happen if we adopted kids, they would probably be more spoiled than Rose." Ron said sarcastically.

"Oh, I'm sure Viktor wouldn't let Hermione spoil her too much…" Harry replied, having missed Ron's point.

"Sure whatever, just don't complain to me when Rose becomes as spoiled as Maltese lap dogs!" Ron said turning bright red as he quickly reverted the subject back to the cost of Rose's dress and as they exited the boutique.

As Ron continued ranting and raving about financial matters, Harry zoned out and started glancing at the people around them, when suddenly he caught a familiar glimpse of blonde out of the corner of his eye. He turned for a closer look, but saw nothing.

Harry shook his head and turned back around, dismissing it as his imagination. However, as soon as his mind had drifted away again, he saw the same flash of blonde out of the corner of his eye. But, when he turned back around, he only saw an old couple window shopping.

Harry, determined to believe that he was just stressed from work, turned his attention back to Ron who hadn't noticed Harry's growing anxiety.

But, Harry couldn't shake off the suspicion that someone was watching him and despite his better judgement turned back around for a third time, hoping to see nothing but the old couple. Instead, he was met with a familiar pair of cold grey eyes.

Harry's heart stopped and he couldn't breath.

The world shrunk down to just those eyes, taunting him, ravishing him, entrancing him, making him forget all of the pain they once caused,and making him regret that those aren't the eyes he will see when he goes to bed that night.

It was like the world made sense again, the planets aligned, and the angels were singing. But if angels were singing, Harry didn't hear them. Everything was muted, as he became sucked into those eyes. Those eyes that signified home and everything that Harry had once believed in and yet said nothing, keeping an air of mystery about them. Daring you to dive in and discover more.

However, as soon as Harry was about to reach climax in his stupefied, euphoric state,it all stopped and his heart started again. Reality stepped in and it hit him hard, all at once, the anguish, the hate, the love, the passion. With one look into those beautiful, icy eyes, Harry's mind and heart had gone from inactive into overload. Harry was coming undone and the only one witness to it, was the one causing it. The despair mixed with the passion causing Harry to wonder whether he wanted to run to Draco or break down and cry. So he did what he had had to do all those years ago and shut his mind off. Instead of focusing on the butterflies having a rave in his stomach, Harry turned his attention back to Ron and futilely tried to pretend that his lover of 5 years wasn't walking behind them.

However, all of Harry's hard work went out the door when he heard Draco's footsteps pick up their pace. The floodgate of emotions escaped from Harry's poorly locked mind as he tried to think of what to say if Draco approached Ron and him.

A shiver went down Harry's spine as he felt Draco walk past him. So caught up in keeping his composure, it took Harry a minute to realize that instead of confronting the young couple, Draco had slipped something into his coat pocket.

This realization relaxed Harry, but then if possible Harry's heart started beating harder than before and his hands became clammy. Now he faced the problem of avidly trying to pretend that he didn't have a letter from his abusive ex-boyfriend in his pocket. Harry got even more nervous still when Ron squinted at the retreating blonde and asked,

"Is that...Malfoy?" the male's name said in a growl.

Harry, feigning innocence, replied, "Hm? N-n-no...no I don't think so. His hair's too dark."

Ron stared after Draco until he turned down a side street and shook his head before saying, "I guess you're right. Let's hurry up and get home, I'm starved."

Harry happily agreed and proceeded to walk at a faster pace, wanting to get home as fast as possible and hoping against hope that Draco's letter wouldn't be the cause of yet another mental breakdown.

A/N:

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6/22/11: I swear Harry is gonna have a heart attack by the end of this fic if Draco keeps ravishing him with his eyes. ;) Poor Harry and his bad heart.

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