Author's Note – Aha, I thought of the idea to this fic in my beta's kitchen. Clearly, we get all of our best ideas there. Oh, and the bathrooms. We cannot forget about the inspirational bathrooms, now can we!

Beta's Note – GO READ TWIRL! GO READ TWIRL! GO READ TWIRL! GO READ TWIRL! GO READ TWIRL! After you read this, of course…

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Love

Our eyes lock about four meters away from eachother. We both smile at the familiar comfort. I start to gaze at the all too recognizable wardrobe. In mind, I am sure he is doing the same. He is wearing black trousers at a lose fit with a belt holding them up, which in addition is too big for him. He is wearing a slightly lighter shade of black hoodie, which I know by the texture will be just as soft and gentle as he is. His black hair is as unruly as ever and his glasses look to be broken again, but I start to think that it is just the cherry lighting being cast down on us from the trees being reflected in the sparkling azure water. This all being elicit with the help of the sun of course.

We walk the mere four meters between us and sigh with relief. This is expected. This is normal. This to us is everything, because this is our spot. He grabs me and holds me firmly on the middle of the wooden rainbow bridge. I sink into his arms as he lifts me up off the bridge in a spinning motion. Embracing me tighter. I hear his whispered affections and my heart begins to thaw out all over again.

My feet graze the mahogany wood and I know I've been expected to hold myself up as I previously have been doing my entire life. Well…not my whole life, but that is beside the point. I gaze into smouldering emerald eyes and my face descends into his warm hands as he innocently brushes my cheeks.

This action shows me nothing but truth from his previous affectionate words. He cups my face and pulls me in by my chin. If at all possible I step closer. Not knowing what to do with my hands I grasp his waste. Our lips coupled in a romantically memberable and passionate kiss.

I feel him slide away from me and I begin to ache at the loss of contact. It was as if he could read my thoughts and in doing so he curled up behind me, wrapping his larger form around my intact body.

We are still standing in the middle of the bridge but we're off to the edge, leaning over to look upon the horizon. A cool mist coming from the long branches touching the water is spraying us. It's a beautiful site, almost as beautiful as Harry. He instigates kissing my neck sensitively and I lean into him, moaning softly.

He starts to speak to me in whispered words…

"You know I would make love to you right here, right now, correct?"

I nod and smile to no one but myself. Harry is always sexually frustrated and willing to make love to me. Lusting after me, if you will.

"I just don't want our last day together to be about sex. I want our relationship to be about so much more. I want it to be everything, and at the same time nothing. I refuse to let our last day reside on it."

My eyes begin to water at his words and I try to make it seem as though my tears are forming from the bright sunset. The colours were amazing. I had never seen a more beautiful sky filled with ginger, scarlet, blood reds, and a flushed magenta. It looked to be on fire within the surrounding bluish purple-pink sky.

I slowly twist in his arms, facing him in a boisterous way. He is about to wipe away my tears but I bring his hands towards my chest along with my own. "You want it to be about love." I say bluntly. I have said the word many times, but he has never once said it in return. I fear that he never will.

I probably would have seen the look of sadness on his face that I could feel radiating from him if it weren't for my unstoppable tears. I kept my eyes shut, avoiding his sorrow. He is about to speak but instead I smile, turn and am generous enough to let the unsaid words go. I just hope that someday he will be able to phrase the three notes he is prolonging to say and I smile at the thought. Maybe, just maybe he would voice them after the war.

We spend the remainder of our evening in eachother's arms: smiling, laughing, conversing about meaningful and non-meaningful things, we spend time enjoying silence and we spend time crying. Ok, so the crying was mostly on my part, but who can blame me!

We are sprawled out on the bridge. My back is beginning to hurt from the position. We've been gazing at stars. I turn when hearing my name. It was faint, so I'm unsure if it was really said.

"Draco…"

I hear my name from his gorgeous lips and am sure by the look on his face that what he has to say is important.

"I-I…" he starts to mumble.

I instantly know what he is trying to say. I put the tips of my fingers to his lips and shake my head in such a small movement I'm unsure he sees it. "Please don't." I say to him, sure I do not want to hear it in this subtext after all this time.

His emerald eyes glisten in confusion.

"Please don't say something you know I want to hear. Just say what you mean, and feel."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise and his face quickly alternated to an emotion I cannot say I've seen on his face before. "Dido." He replies, kissing me before I could react to his kind love.

We make a pact to come here as soon as the battle is over, and nothing will stop us.

The cry of war finally divides us and we go our separate ways. Little does he know that I am looking back, watching him walk away from me, and what could very well be our last night together.

It is five years, six months, two days, five hours, twenty-seven minutes and nineteen seconds later. The war ended within a week. I am making my way to the bridge to see the love of my life. I have still not seen him since we parted. I am sure, absolutely, positively sure, that this is going to be the best day of my life.

I am standing at my end of the bridge waiting. Silently waiting. I look at the scenery thus being hypnotized by its familiar beauty. There is no doubt that alot of time has gone by and the place has been significantly bombarded. What use to be a ray of indescribable colour is now a greyscale! I sigh heavily. It's still as beautiful as the first time Harry and I discovered it.

I quickly turn to the sound of snapping twigs. I smile. It's him. It's my Harry. Tears start to trickle down my face and I am now overwhelmed by built up anticipation. My body starts to quiver and I move fast, not wanting to let him go again. I run to meet the man I love in the middle of our bridge. I yearn to hold him. Just as I reach out to grab him and entangle him in a tight embrace, he disappears, my mind being filled with an echo of I love you' he never said.

I instantly begin to hate myself for not letting him say it. Why couldn't I let him say he loved me, even if it was just because he knew I wanted to hear it?

One day this won't be a dream.

I'll come to you.

You'll come to me.

You won't just be my memory.

You will be real.

And I'll be able to feel you.

Because you are alive, not dead,

But for now, I will take what I can have,

And that is all that I am, and get.

I finish gazing upon the stars. It is now the exact time five years, six months, three days, six hours, twenty-eight minutes and twenty seconds ago I watched him walk away from me. I smirk at the thought. I only have to repeat this routine until the day I am able to be in his arms once more and hear his stunning voice say… 'I love you, Draco.'