Disclaimer: I forgot to add this to the previous chapter but seriously, we're on fanfiction, do we really need to add this, if we owned anything we wouldn't be publishing original stuff on here would we? Still, I don't own Harry Potter or Letters to Juliet.

Draco had given Harry a few minutes to run before retiring to his own room, the kiss had been what he needed, he'd never felt anything for anyone up until that moment and he couldn't let it go, he needed more than just a kiss else he'd end up as unhappy as his mother had been in the marriage with his father, he couldn't let that happen to himself, he climbed under the duvet and just stared at the striped pattern till his eyes closed of their own accord sending him into a deep slumber.

The next morning at breakfast was quiet, all three knew about the kiss but neither of the men wanted to discuss it, Harry was still confused, he hadn't got much sleep so he'd managed to figure some things out but they weren't to be discussed over the breakfast table and Draco was still embarrassed that Harry had run off, he understood his reasoning though.

"There's a little vineyard on the outskirts of the town, I'd like to go there today seen as it's the last day. We can have a little drink and discuss our plan of action to find the remaining Lorenzo's" Narcissa broke the silence with the topic that had brought them together, her long lost love Lorenzo Bartolini.

Finishing breakfast they all made their way to the car, "No, I'd like to sit in the back if that's okay, an old lady needs to stretch her legs once in a while." Narcissa giggled as she schemed. Harry took his place next to Draco in the front not once taking his eyes off the blonde haired boy beside him; the silence in the car gave them all time to reflect on their time together. Harry was quickly falling for Draco, he didn't understand why though because they'd once been enemies, although that didn't matter anymore he was falling for him and that's all he could think about, he hadn't even bothered thinking about Ginny since the kiss last night, she probably hadn't given him much thought either she was probably too busy with the Italian Quidditch team to bother about something so tedious as her fianc .

Draco also had his mind the kiss and what it meant, he'd never opened up to anyone like this, it wasn't his first kiss but needless to say it was the first one that he considered to mean anything. Kisses in the past had been for appearance, so as not to upset the girl or his parents but he'd since admitted to his mother that the girls meant nothing and that he'd never really been in love but his mother had seen a change in him the past week, he too was falling for the other man. He wanted something to happen but he knew Harry was engaged to marry Ginny. He looked in the front mirror meeting his mothers gaze; she smirked a little before going back to admiring the vineyard they were slowly approaching.

They parked the car by the roadside and walked further into the vineyard before Narcissa stopped in her tracks, staring apparently into thin air, just ahead of the trio was a young man no older than Draco and Harry. "What is it mother?" Draco turned to look at his mother who had her eyes focused on this man as if her life depended on it, "It's him, and it s Lorenzo." The two boys looked at each other and then at the man who was busy picking grapes from the vines. Draco took a leisurely stroll over to him so as not to look creepy. "Excuse me; you wouldn't happen to be Lorenzo Bartolini would you?" The Italian man nodded at the sound of the name, Draco looked dumbfounded over at his mother. "Would your father also happen to be Lorenzo Bartolini?" By this time his mother had made her way over to him with Harry's arm linked around hers.

"Scusa tuo padre Lorenzo Bartolini" the man then smiled and nodded at Narcissa, finally someone who could speak his language. "This is his son, he looks just like my Lorenzo did, the hair and the eyes couldn't belong to anyone else.

They were stood talking to the young Lorenzo when they heard the sound of hooves galloping towards them, Narcissa turned to see an older man upon a white stallion. His gaze found her face and he steadied the horse before jumping off. "Narcissa?" he shouted in his strong Italian accent. She ran over to him throwing her arms around her Lorenzo. "Looks like your mother found her Romeo." Harry said hugging Draco, an unexpected but not unwelcome gesture. "Yeah, she's happier than I think I've ever seen her."

Lorenzo had invited the three of them to stay for dinner at his house; he'd owned the vineyard for some years and had built a house on the land so his family could help with the winery. After dinner Lorenzo and Narcissa reminisced about the past, how they'd met and how they'd fallen in love almost instantly, of course Harry took notes, he didn't plan on doing anything with the story anymore he just wanted to keep if as a personal memento.

"I'm really sorry but I'm going to have to leave, my flight leaves in an hour and I'll have to get a cab there." Harry stood and attempted to get away from the group so as to muffle the sound of apparation. "Nonsense, my son can drive you!" He swung around to see Lorenzo slap his son on the shoulder, he quickly rose from his seat and nodded in agreement.

This car journey was sure to be quiet since the young man spoke very little english. Draco was too busy engaged in a conversation with a young woman at the table to see his mother rise and kiss Harry on the cheek before him leaving in Lorenzo's car. "You realise you've just missed your last chance?" Draco snapped his head towards his mother's direction and then looking round for Harry as if he'd provide some insight into what his mother was wittering on about, it dawned on him that he'd just missed Harry leaving, he wouldn't see him again and if he did it'd be long after his marriage to Ginny and he'd never get to say what he so badly needed to say.

He ran to his car, climbed in and drove as far away as he could possibly go without running out of petrol and cried, for the first time in a long time he just sat and cried, no screaming, no arguments, there wasn't anyone to argue with. Harry had gone and he'd never see him again.

A/N: I hate leaving it here but the last chapter will be the last, it'll be uploaded some time tommorrow I imagine. Miles