Silence:

Part Four

A/N: Read, review and enjoy! Thank you so much to my wonderful, amazing, awesome Beta PeruvianDarkness!

This is the last part to this story, I hope you all enjoy it!

Oh Valencia,

With your blood still warm on the ground

Valencia,

And I'll burn this whole city down.

Valencia

With your blood gettin' cold on the ground.

Valencia

And I swear to the stars,

I'll burn this whole city down.

Harry Potter was dead.

Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, dead.

Draco's soul-mate, his one and only, the only person in this world who could make him smile- make him happy- was dead. Lifeless in his arms... nothing. Those emerald eyes were empty. But that strange, sardonic smile still lay on his face.

Hermione was wailing as she called for the Professors. Ron's body was bound by her spell, though he was still unconscious. Draco didn't seem to notice his nudity or the sudden presence of Snape, Dumbledore and Lupin. He didn't notice, nor did he care whatsoever. All that mattered was that Harry was dead and never coming back to him.

He would never kiss those lips again, hear that soft, broken voice or share that perfect silence. There wasn't any more of that Silence.

Noise had erupted in the Room of Requirment. There were hands on him that he harshly pushed away.

Finally he looked up, teary-eyed and flushed , still clinging to Harry's naked form. He looked up at Hermione and saw the tears that streamed down her face then turned to a distraught but tight-lipped Severus. He looked hard at the Head of Slytherin, a man he had known and confided in most of his life.

"Sev," Draco choked out, and immediately the Potions Master approached him, kneeling before him on the other side of Harry's body. Severus reached out a hand and put it on Draco's shoulder. Draco knew Severus would have more than a million questions running through his head, but appeared to push them all in the way to comfort Draco.

"Sev...w-we bonded. And...Merlin, Sev, I love him...please d-don't make me leave him. I-I can't. I love him, Sev," Draco sobbed between laborious breaths, his tears still falling freely, uncaring of the audience he had.

Everybody else had stopped what they were doing.

"You're bonded?" It was Remus' cracked voice that asked. Draco didn't look up from Harry as he nodded, his frail fingers brushing across the raven-haired fringe.

"Was it that friendship bond I gave Harry for Christmas?" Hermione questioned her voice heavy with sadness. Draco shook his head and finally tore his gaze upwards at the room of adults.

"It was the Animus Connexio bond," he whispered and everybody gasped, all understanding exactly what that meant.

"Oh, Draco," Severus sighed, tightening his grip on the blonde's shoulder, fully grasping just how empty and painful Draco must be feeling inside.

"It can still be severed, young Mister Malfoy," Dumbledore's calm, collective voice spoke and everybody turned towards him, "If you wish it, we can sever the bond for it is breakable within the first 24 hours. If we do not do so immediately, however, I fear you shall feel loneliness for the rest of your days without your bonded. You will not be able to take another peron's hand and you yourself shall be ultimately alone. So shall we break it? Severus, I do believe you have a good enough Potions stock to-"

"No," Draco hissed angrily, glaring up at the Headmaster, gripping Harry's body closer. "I shall not now or ever severe our bond. E-Even if he's n-not here...I'm Harry's. Forever and always. Nobody is going to take that away from me, from us," he said this firmly and without room to be reckoned with.

"Draco, you must really love him," Hermione whispered, kneeling beside Severus now, staring up at him with glossy eyes.

"I do. Always have, always will," Draco sniffled, feeling her understanding as well as the other adults in the room. Remus was beginning to break down, Dumbledore looked rather sorrowful and shed silent tears as he held onto the werewolf, comforting him.

"Please, I don't want to leave him. Not yet," Draco croaked out, clinging harder to Harry.

"Of course, m'boy. Severus, you know what needs to be done," Dumbledore motioned towards the fainted redhead, "Miss Granger, if you would please follow me. Remus, take Draco and Harry to the Infirmary, have a private room for them. I shall arrive shortly, after matters are dealt with," he ordered, and everybody immediately jumped to it. Hermione wiped her face and gave one last, long look at Harry and let out another sob before rising and following the Headmaster out of the Room of Requirment.

Severus had risen and levitated Ron's body, and Remus was now shaking as he bumbled over, crying still as he looked down at Draco. "M-Malfoy, come on now..." he said shakily.

Draco stood up slowly and put his own clothes back on after levitating them over to himself, never once letting Harry out of his arms as he did so. With slight difficulty, due to Harry's dead weight, they sauntered towards the Hospital Wing in silence.

"You love him," Remus stated, it was not a question, "He was like a son to me. First I lost James and Lily, then Peter at heart, then Sirius, Arthur and after the Final Battle, it was like I had lost Harry, too. He had...disappeared. But he was always like a Son to me and now he will never be coming back," he spoke and his voice cracked, though he did not sob any longer.

Draco looked sympathetically at the old man, he had lost so many. "I understand," he responded firmly, "Though I was quite glad to hear of my Father's death, especially by Harry's hands," he said and Remus looked side-long at him with understanding as well.

"It'll be alright," Remus assured.

"No, Lupin, it won't be," Draco shook his head and quickened his pace to the Hospital Wing. Before entering he cocked his head backwards at the werewolf and with that same, dead empty look in his once beautiful silver eyes he drawled icily, "Harry is dead. Things will never be okay," before disappearing inside.

Madame Pomfrey was in an immediate fit upon seeing Draco with Harry limp in his arms, she fretted over to him and attempted to take the brunette but he snarled in response. "I won't leave him," he spat so venomously the Mediwtich was taken aback.

"Poppy," Remus appeared calmly in the doorway, "Dumbledore requested a private room for these two, please," he whispered in explanation.

Madame Pomfrey pursed her lips and led the way to one of the private rooms in the Hospital Wing. Draco, ignoring the adults, carefully laid Harry down upon the bed and quickly followed him, his grey eyes never leaving the very still figure. He clung to his frame, wishing to somehow keep the warmth within Harry's skin although with every minute that passed, the cold came nearer.

"Poppy, may I speak with you?" Remus asked quietly in the background, escorting the Witch out of the private room, softly closing the door behind him. He understood that Draco would need his time and his privacy.

The blonde didn't know how long he lay there, but he heard many people come up close to the door and speak but never enter. He held Harry, he closed his eyes tightly and whispered his love to the lifeless body for what seemed like endless hours. He brushed his messy raven hair in between his frail fingers, his lips ghosting across Harry's skin.

The memory of Harry's body close up against his own and his silence at the bar stool next to him in the Leaky Cauldron kept rushing back to Draco, but he pushed them as far away as possible, knowing it would hurt him too much at the moment.

Finally, somebody entered the room. It was Hermione, with her eyes still puffy from crying, looking more a mess than Draco had ever seen her. He lifted his head from Harry's chest.

"Draco?" Hermione asked softly.

"Hmm?"

"May I-" she walked slowly over towards him and swallowed hard, she sat down on one of the chairs beside the bed, "May I say goodbye?" she choked out, as if tears were threatening to come once again.

Draco looked up wearily, "How long has it been?"

"It's Monday morning," Hermione explained sadly, and this thoroughly surprised Draco. It had already been a day and a half since Harry's death? He had been sitting there for that long? He unwrapped himself from Harry for the first time since the Room of Requirment and slipped off of the Hospital bed and took a look at the brunette's body. He looked empty and his skin paled, his face darkened and his hair was shedding. Draco quickly looked away and sat down beside him, his hand clasped in the dead one.

Hermione gently reached up and caressed Harry's face, "I knew," she whispered, "Thank you, Draco. You made him so happy, without you...h-he never would've been happy again...at least...at least he got to be happy," she sobbed, and then quickly bit her lip to stop the tears from falling once more.

Draco looked up at her dully, "Thank you. What's happening out there?" he asked, only slightly interested.

"They still haven't released any news. Dumbledore has your Mother here now...but she hasn't any idea what's going on. Your lawyer has also been called on by her though, as she was told it was a matter of legality," Hermione explained, "We're all waiting for you to tell us how you want the media to be handled. The Daily Prophet will..."

"I won't make a statement. But I want them to know the truth, everything," Draco said firmly.

"Dumbledore can arrange that, I'm sure," Hermione assured and sighed heavily, raking her eyes over Harry's form.

"Why did he let me...stay in here?" Draco quipped; it was strange, unsanitary, and dangerous to have allowed that.

"H-he said that it was necessary. That a bond as strong as the Animus Connexio being just built needed physical dependence for at least a day or two and that, when you were ready, you could part. It wouldn't have been safe otherwise,"

"Right," Draco nodded numbly, "I'm a Potter now," he added in as an after thought, it was true that the press was going to have a field day with everything that had come to pass. "What's happened to the bleeding Weasel?" he spat the spiteful nickname.

Hermione sucked in a breath, "He's still in Azkaban. Trial is on Friday. I think Dumbledore will keep everything hushed until the results are in..."

Draco eyed her from underneath his creased brow- he understood at least partly what she was going through from having the same feelings towards his Father when he was still alive. He had loved Lucius, just like a Son loved any other Father, but he had not agreed with his actions or his beliefs. Hermione was going through the same thing; she loved Ron, always had and would, but was thoroughly against his actions.

"I-I can't believe he- I just can't believe it," she whispered brokenly.

"Sometimes, the people who are the closet to us... we are blinded by our love for them and cannot see them for who they truly are," Draco explained but before she could interrupt he continued, "Weasley had a lot of repressed anger, I could always tell but you nor Harry could because of your love for him," he shrugged, trying to detatch himself from the situation but he couldn't, not fully.

What made it easier, however, was to understand that the Curse was meant to hit him and not Harry. There is no way, in any world, where Ron Weasley would attempt to murder Harry Potter. It just cosmically made no sense; Draco was kind of glad it was meant for him, and he would have been more than happier to take the plunge instead of his loved one. The large, black absence burrowing inside of himself wasn't worth it.

The two spent some time in silence together, which Draco was grateful for, and he reluctantly acknowledged his grumbling stomach. He knew he couldn't stay inside of that room forever, although he very much wanted to.

"I'll give you a minute...go get some food...tell Dumbledore I'm ready," he announced, standing up and slinking lifelessly towards the door.

"Are you sure you're ready? Don't push yourself, Draco. The Bond is very dangerous because of how new it is..."

"I'm sure," he cut her off, and quietly opened the door and stepped out into the Hospital Wing. The early morning light made him squint his reddened eyes- he felt completely drained as Madame Pomfrey immediately burst from her office, still in her own sleeping gowns.

"Mister Malfoy?" she croaked groggily, Draco with his hands in his pockets turned to raise his eyebrow at her.

"I'm off for some breakfast, and I must speak with Dumbledore," he explained with a small shrug.

"I can have him down here for your return...because if you're ready, erm, there are some uhm...papers, that must be signed...it's quite the process," she said with a sorrowful, pity look direction at him that he shook off, "Your lawyer must be in attendance before the body is...prepared and taken away, and I do believe your Mother still is awaiting an explanation. I think it would be best if you hurried along and got some food in you, and then rested up some with dear Harry as I collected everything necessary,"

"Fine, whatever," he shrugged once more and was turned on his heel out the door. He really didn't care what happened anymore. If it truly was Monday morning, then there was a definitive in Harry's absence. There was absolutely no bringing him back.

Draco found himself wanting to cry again, but he knew he was drained of tears. He sniffed and straightened his posture, patted down his greasy unkempt hair and rubbed his red eyes clear. He was still a Malfoy, albeit a Potter as well, and he must remain as such in the eye of the public. He felt so empty, that his cold exterior was no longer a mask as it once was.

He walked through the school corridors in a daze, not passing a single student on the way as it still was quite early in the morn, and he finally ended up down in the kitchens. He grabbed some toast and jam, not feeling able to stomach anything larger than that.

Upon returning to the private room, he felt much more energized physically though even more so emotionally empty. The room smelt stale... it must be Harry's slowly decaying body. Hermione was still quietly grasping onto his hand, and it looked as though she had cried some when Draco had left her. He sat back down on his chair and began brushing that same messy, raven hair, ghosting his fingers across his forehead. They sat like this until Madame Pomfrey entered the room over an hour later.

"Your Mother, Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore are here. Professor Lupin wished for me to relay to you he is taking the funeral proceedings upon himself and he plans to have them complete for a ceremony tomorrow if you so abide, as it is up to you - his spouse," she explained sadly.

"That's fine," Draco spoke barely over a whisper, "Is Sev moving the body now?"

"If you think you are ready,"

"Just give me a moment," Draco said, pointedly looking up at Hermione to take her leave as well. She nodded in consent and bent down to lower her lips gently to Harry's cheek, choking back a few tears as she did so.

"Love you Harry," she sniffled, and then was led out of the room by Madame Pomfrey.

Draco sighed and resumed his petting of the brunette, "Oh Harry, why'd you have to go and do something stupidly heroic again? Now look at me. Look at you. You're such a fool sometimes. A fool I'll always love, and that's a promise. Our Bond is unbreakable, and I am forever yours and you are forever mine, even if...even if death is between us, I can still feel you buried deep inside of me. You're there... you're a part of me. I love you so much, and I can't wait to be with you again," he blinked at his blurry eyes and brought his lips to Harry's unmoving ones, kissing the cold skin.

He finally parted and was met immediately with Severus upon opening the door. Draco merely nodded at him and allowed him entrance before turning to face Dumbledore.

"What do we need to do?"

"Just some paper work, I am afraid. And young Miss Granger here has already explained to me what you would like the press to be told, and that shall get done as soon as possible. For now, though Draco, I do believe your Mother is waiting an explanation. There are a few more procedure papers to sign, and that is all,"

"You must get your rest to, boy, I don't want to be seeing you back in here due to exhaustion," Madame Pomfrey added in sternly.

"Where is Narcissa?"

"Just outside the doors, we will give you some privacy," Dumbledore said, and left Draco alone before his Mother entered.

It wasn't a fun ordeal, revealing all his dirty little secrets to his Mother. It was just as fun as the following day was, when the Press released its official article about what had happened. Hogwarts was in a total uproar, just like most of the Wizarding World. Their glorious Saviour, bloody or not, was dead. Even Seamus was rocked by this. It was soon common knowledge that Draco Malfoy was also Harry's spouse, in full legality, and took hold of the Potter lineage and fortune willingly after his death. Even if it wasn't in the papers, it was easy to see on his face.

Hermione didn't leave his side often, which was incredibly annoying at times, but also made him feel safe. She knew everything that was happening and also kept the prodder's at bay. Draco was smart enough to see that she needed him there as well, as if being close to him was a way of being close to Harry still. She wasn't allowed contact with Ron until after his trial was complete that Friday, but she had already admitted to the Weasley's and Draco that she was never going to leave the redhead, even after what he did.

Remus had perfectly planned a small funeral service for Harry in Godric's Hollow and on that Tuesday they all had to Floo there to attend it. It consisted of only those closest to him; the Weasleys, Hermione, Draco, Severus, Dumbledore, Minerva, Remus, Neville Longbottom, and- surprisingly- his Muggle relative's came as well. He was to be buried in the Potter family plot on that cold February afternoon just past noon.

The pasture had said his words and gave the stand to Remus who walked up there shakily, freely allowing his tears to fall in front of everybody else without shame. Draco was sitting right next to the small erected podium, his hands clutched in his lap and his face empty and cold - withdrawn.

"When I first met James Potter, there was no way that I could have ever imagined him having to go through all the hardship's that he did, especially at such a young age. I was never so heart broken when I heard the fate of him and our dearest Lily Evans, and I was immediately worried about the well-being of their only Son, Harry. Harry turned out, despite all of his own hardships, to be a strong, out-standing man and Wizard. I have never met somebody who was more determined than him, more powerful or more loving. He always put others before himself, he would always sacrifice himself for those he loved, and he always knew that-that one day...he would give the ultimate sacrifice; his life.

"The last few years of his life was no tea party as we all know that, nor were the first few years either. But the one thing that never changed about Harry was that he never gave up; he never backed down, and he always came out on top. Without him, none of us would be here and the darkness would have enveloped us all. We owe him everything," Remus sniffled, bringing a handkerchief briefly to wipe his eyes dry, "We love you Harry, forever The-Boy-Who-Lived," the werewolf stepped down awkwardly from the stand.

Hermione was next, but she was in such a wreck that she could barely stop shaking to breathe let alone talk. "I-I've known Harry for seven years...and, I've never known a greater friend, a greater Wizard. H-He was always so good to everybody and...we weren't so good to him in return. W-we put s-so much responsi-sibility on him, we pushed all of our f-fears onto him for h-him to deal with them. Then when he f-finally did what we asked h-him to do, w-we were scared of him. W-We called him a murderer...I-I'm just s-so glad h-he had Draco, and knew of tr-true love in h-his last f-few months," she sobbed, looking through her tears down at the platinum blonde who stared blankly up at her.

Draco was completely masked when he made his way to the stand; he did not shake, he did not cry, he did not sniffle or shrug his shoulders. He was the perfect example of calmity, although his insides were churning with loss and grief he did not show it.

With a stone face and cold voice he spoke, sending chills down everybody's spines.

"I am not about to stand here and lie," he began icily, "You were- are horrible to him. As Hermione said, Harry did what you wanted him to do. He killed Voldemort, he killed Lestrange, Macnair- top Death Eater's. He killed my Father. But once he finally did, it was all too bloody real for you to accept. Too scary and forbidden. You may have loved him, but you still used him and, in my opinion, that is never forgivable. What you did to him after the Final Battle, completely ostracizing him, ruined him more than any murder he may have committed," Draco was speaking venomously now, he took a deep shuddering breath to calm the anger laced in his voice.

"We may have held quite the bit of animosity towards one another for the first few years of knowing each other, but then we found a certain solace in Silence. We both were so fed up with these people that so apparently loved us and cared for us but ended up hurting us in the end. We were sick of all the questions, all the strangers staring wide-eyed at us as we passed by, sick of always being looked up at in some way or another. All we wanted was to be ourselves, to revel in the darkness' we had been shrouded in and finally accepted. So we found each other last August, in pure silence. We shared that Silence together, and it was the most beautiful, indescribable thing I had ever experienced. Just being with him, knowing him inside and out, loving him and being loved back. I am so glad I had the opportunity to have held Harry in my arms, to have Bonded with him, and to stay bonded with him to this day. I will never have any regrets when it comes to Harry; except for not being quick enough and pushing him out of the way," Draco abruptly ended it there, everybody blinking up at the blonde. His sombre, accusing speech was definitely not expected.

He walked up to the coffin, readied to be lowered into the ground, and pressed his lips to the closed ebony wood. He closed his eyes, and inside of him he felt himself close to his mate. A shiver sent down his spine as he straightened up and grasped tightly at his necklace, the one that lay upon Harry's cold skin as well that was given as a Christmas present. He vowed to never remove that necklace, for it would be a constant reminder of his dearest love.

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Draco wouldn't have described the next couple of months as hard. Just annoying and lonely.

Most of his time was spent studying, getting top of the class for all his NEWT courses, completely straightening everything out that had to do with his Estate and the combination of Harry's assets as well.

The complete loss of his Soul mate and spouse did not get easier with each day, it remained the same empty feeling that drained every emotion out of Draco. He had become much like a walking board, unable to feel anything anymore. He valued his Silence more than anything else, because only then was he able to feel the closest to Harry.

During Graduation that year, there was an extremely large celebration and memorial for the life and times of The-Boy-Who-Lived. Draco didn't attend, not very willing to see a bunch of Witches and Wizard's celebrate a meaningless sacrifice of their 'war-hero'. Harry wasn't a hero to him. Harry was Harry. His Harry, brutally taken away from him by a rash redhead.

Ron's trial had gone smoothly and much better than expected, everybody was pleased with the results other than third party personnel who would have liked to have seen him locked away for ages. Pleading insanity was a good route for him, even though everybody knew it was just his hot temper that made everything fall into place as it did. He ended up being sentenced to Two Years in Azkaban, 250 community service hours afterwards, house arrest to follow along with probation, and he had to attend anger management and other types of Wizard pyschology councelling. Hermione pledged to stick by him through it all, and Ron had even apologized to Draco for everything to the blonde's face. Though Lord Malfoy had nothing of it and refused to even speak a word to the 'vernom'.

Draco just couldn't bring himself to fully forgive Ron, not just yet when the wound was still so fresh.

Once he left Hogwarts for the final time, Draco was glad he was able to have some time to himself. He immediately went to the Manor to collect all of his personal belongings, and quite against his Mother's will he was going to move into Grimmauld Place. It was homey and it would remind him of his holiday spent happily with Harry. He wanted to be constantly reminded of his own memories with the brunette, keeping close in mind and in his heart.

Before he completely left the Manor, however, Draco had other plans. He had his associates working on a side project ever since a few weeks after Harry's death. Something like a memorial to him. On July 31st, Diagon Alley would see the opening to the Potter Duel Centre. Complete with several battling stages, equipment, and teacher's Draco had personally interviewed and hired. It was all kept tightly under wraps, he didn't want anymore to know about it than necessary until the opening day.

Draco was pleased with the contractor's work on the shop, as soon as you walked in you were greeted with a large portrait of Harry that was quite becoming. Above it read; "Forever - Harry James Potter", and then beneath it a small snippet about his life, the prophecy, everything that was already common knowledge.

The night before the opening of the shop, Draco decided to move his things into Grimmauld Place. He, nor anybody else, had been there since his holiday there with Harry. It made him a little nervous, rattled and scared even. There was just something resonating about this House and Harry, something that tied them tightly together and wound Draco in with them.

Upon unpacking, Draco thought he must have been hallucinating. It must be the aura of the house coming to haunt him and the opening of the Duel Centre coming tomorrow. But he could have sworn that there, before him as he held a few of his t-shirts to put in his new dresser in his hands, that Harry stood there translucently. Much like Nearly Headless Nick, Harry stood there a ghostly figure with a goofy grin, his emerald eyes lit up mirthfully but with much of their colour drained.

"Draco," whispered the figure.

Draco went paper white, he dropped the clothes and his mouth went with them. His silver eyes automatically swam with unshed tears of months of loneliness, of missing and grieving Harry's absence. "Draco?" the figure asked gently, and then he moved. He floated, glided so easily towards him. And he was close to him, and Draco could almost feel cold breath on his cheek. It was all so real.

"H-Harry?" Draco finally stuttered, this couldn't be real. He closed his eyes, shook his head and re-opened them. But as he did, the figure of the boy he loved so dearly and deeply, his spouse and soul mate, still stood before him although slightly translucent.

"Draco, my love, it took you so long to get here," he turned his grin into the sweetest smile, he lifted his hand up and attempted to caress the blonde's face but instead he just fell through.

Draco felt shivers explode through his body, a chill ripped through him. He had never been touched by a ghost before, but now he knew what it was like though he imagined because of their connection it was much stronger than what most would feel. "Harry how-is...am I going crazy?"

Harry chuckled lowly, shaking his head as his messy raven locks fell before his faded scar, "No, Dray, you're not. I'm here...just, not really here...you see, when I died I felt something pulling on me. Tugging at my soul, and I soon realized it was your soul. It was only my body that died that day, but once you finally left my own physical self my soul was able to find a resting place where it was most comfortable. You should know ghosts can't move around...they nest," Harry's smile faded a bit but did not falter completely.

"How long have you been here?" Draco asked, his eyes still so wide as he stood so close, nose-to-nose, with ghost Harry.

"Ever since you left my body in the Hospital Wing, my soul was unbound and free afterwards," Harry smiled and closed the distance between them. He pushed himself into Draco, his entire essence that made the blonde go deathly cold for a moment, but in an almost impossibly familiar way. He didn't want the feeling to end but he felt Harry soon extract himself and was smirking up at him. "I don't think I should do that often...who knows the side effects of it," he winked and chuckled again.

"H-How are you so...okay with this?" Draco stuttered.

"Oh, love, I've had months to mourn myself. Plus, I'd still jump in front of that spell time and again if it meant saving you. Much better me than you, because without you by my side I wouldny've have lasted this long,"

"Yeah, I owe that much to Granger," Draco huffed, which was mostly true. He would have gone nutters without Hermione at his side nearly every second of the day when they were still at Hogwarts.

"Come on, I've been waiting for you for months, my love. Can we lie down together?" Harry offered, tilting his head towards the bed.

Draco wordlessly nodded and followed the ghostly figure to the four-poster bed and rested himself down in it beside Harry's floating figure. It was so eerie, but something inside of him clicked and Draco felt a small inch of happiness exploding through his every fibre. "Oh Gods, I've missed you Harry,"

"Well, love, now you never have to miss me again," Harry stared deeply into Draco's silver eyes, shining back with pure love and adoration and fresh tears of joy.

The following day at the opening ceremony of the Potter Duel Centre, Draco wore his first real, smile that glittered in the sunlight. His happiness surprised all those around him, especially Hermione who he promised he would show her a grand surprise after the shop closed for the day. He was itching to get home, to see his Harry again, to sit with him in the silence once more. Even if he couldn't properly touch him, or feel him like he used to, Draco couldn't have been happier after having lost him for so many long, lonely months to have him back again.

For there were a few things that Harry Potter taught Draco through-out their years of knowing one another. The importance of Silence being one of them, and the company you keep in your own personal Silence. But even more importantly, the value and truth of love.

Love used to mean nothing to Draco, and now it was the only thing that kept him going. Because of his strong love and bond for Harry, they could never be separated. Draco learned that if you loved somebody, you would never have to let them go for they would never leave your side, heart, mind, or soul entirely. They would always be there, in the silence, in the darkness that shrouds your nightmares and even upon your last day you are inseparable.

Nothing, not even death, can stop the love that flows between two true soul mates.