When I left Romilda's café, I couldn't stop thinking about Draco. I realized it was getting late; the sun was setting. I apparated to my house. As I started towards the stairs, I tripped over something. I looked to find myself having landed on a ton of trunks and suitcases. "Angelina?" My father said, rushing out from the kitchen, my mother shortly after.

"…What's all of this?" I asked, standing and brushing myself off.

"Are you okay?" My mum asked, stepping closer. I nodded. My parents glanced at each other.

"Taking a trip?" I asked.

"…Mum, dad?"

"Trinidad and Tobago," said my mum.

"Oh…we're going for a visit to see nana?" I asked. My parents were silent a moment before my mother stepped forth and placed her hands on my shoulders. I started to feel worried. She sighed.

"No, love," she said, smiling slightly.

"We've decided it's time to move."

"Move?" I asked.

"Yes, baby. Move on," said my father, approaching me.

"What do you mean? Why would we leave?"

"We're going to let you choose, Angelina. But your mother and I decided that we just can't stay here anymore. Not since Hogwarts…we only wanted to keep on in England until you finished your last year of schooling. Honestly, we were considering moving by the end of your sixth year, but we didn't want to pull you out of the environment you were used to, take you away from your friends," my dad explained clearly and calmly.

"Yes, and when we left after the battle, we didn't see a purpose in staying where so many friends have been lost…there's too much pain here," my mum continued. I thought about the Callahans, a quiet little half-blood family that lived in the house up the street from me. They'd been wiped out by Death Eaters a few days before the Battle of Hogwarts. I remembered playing in the summertime with the little girl, whose parents moved into that house around the time I started going to Hogwarts. With a twinge of pain in my heart, it all started to make sense.

"We've been here these past near two months because we knew how much you wanted to be there for the Weasleys, ever since…" my mother could not finish her sentence about Fred. She stood to her full height, trying to be strong, but I saw the tears well up in her eyes, and they never came out.

"Did you ever give him that expensive blazer?" she asked me with a small smile. My heart ached even more when I remembered the time that Draco had hidden in my bedroom closet, his blazer left on the post of my bed, my mum coming in and finding it there, the lie I'd told about having bought it for Fred. I stared ahead with my eyes starting to burn with the urgency to weep.

"Angelina," said my father. He had a hand on my shoulder, as did my mum. They were asking me to leave with them, to leave the house where I'd grown up all those years. A tear escaped.

"I don't want to go," I choked out, trailing off into a whisper.

"I want to stay here."

"We haven't packed your things," said my mum. "We wanted you to decide. Perhaps it would be best for you to stay until you're sure whether or not you'll join us. As for your dad and I, we're leaving tonight," she finished.

"I just…I just want to stay," I said, stepping between both of my parents before they could hug me. I felt their eyes on my back as I ascended the steps.

"There's something I've got to do," I said, staring up at the spot on the banister where I'd once begged Draco to let me fall. The thought of taking my life now was not an option. I needed to find Draco. I went into my room, wishing he'd be there waiting for me as he had been before, but when he wasn't, I just collapsed to the floor and wept. My heart ached so much I thought I would die from the sorrow. I disapparated thinking desperately of Draco; it was how he'd found my room before, but I never landed anywhere near him. I first found myself on the grounds of Hogwarts, near the Womping Willow. I disapparated again and only found myself at the Leaky Cauldron. It became a frantic frenzy as I apparated all over creation, until I disapparated a final time and found myself sitting on the floor of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. The lights were off and it was nearly completely dark. I don't know why I'd gone back there; no one appeared to be around. I didn't know where else to turn or who to go to.

"Angie?" a voice said after a silent moment. The lights went on with a flourish of George's wand and I saw him walking towards me from somewhere. It occurred to me that he'd been sitting in the dark. He rushed to the floor where I sat sobbing and before I knew it he was next to me.

"Hey, it's going to be alright," he said, though his face was hardly comforting as the tear-red eyes looked upon me.

"No, it's not," I said, pushing him away when he tried to comfort me. My heart was breaking with ever breath I took. I just wanted to be with Draco again. I finally gave up trying to resist George's comfort and he embraced me. It was a warm solace where my face rested on his shoulder and I calmed to a stop.

"Why are you still here?" I asked. George looked out of the shop window.

"…My brothers convinced me to keep the store. So it's going to stay. I'm not sure when I'm going to open it again. I was just too upset to realize how much it would mean to Fred if I kept it going."

It wasn't that I didn't feel relieved to hear this, but all I could think about was Draco.

"Look at it," said George and I dried my eyes and looked around the store. Its magnificence was still intact, and I realized for the first time that the floor had been cleaned. There was no longer a layer of dust on the floor or shelves.

"That's great," I said as cheerfully as I could, considering how I was feeling.

"Angie, I…"

George stared down at me.

"What?"

"I'm…I'm sorry about what happened," he said, blinking slowly.

"About what?" I asked.

"When I kissed you," said George. I looked away. It wasn't that I didn't have feelings for George, but those feelings were deeply friendly. I thought of him as blood, like family. There had been a short time when there may have been something more between Fred and me, but it never amounted to what I'd shared with Draco, or anyone else for that matter.

"It's okay. It was nothing," I whispered, sniffing. George was silent. I looked up. He kissed me again. I pulled away; I didn't know how to tell him how strange it was for me. How could I have possibly told him that I was in love with Draco, the man whose aunt made an attempt on Ginny's life?

"I'm sorry," said George swiftly.

"It's…it's because of him, isn't it?" he asked, closing his eyes. My heart jumped for a minute. How could he have known about Draco?

"Who?"

"It's about Fred, isn't it?" George asked me, without opening his eyes.

"You were in love with him," he said, finally looking down at me.

"What? No," I explained.

"No, it wasn't like that. George, it wasn't like that."

"It's okay. I understand," he said, "You could never be with me because I remind you of him."

"No, George. You're not getting it," I said, slowly pulling out of his arms.

"I was never…Fred and I weren't together like that."

"But I thought…"

I shook my head.

"It wasn't that way. You know how much I cared about him…and I still do, and I care about you too, but it wasn't that way," I said as easily as I could without hurting him.

George stood up after eying me for a moment. I wanted to know what he was thinking. He started towards the register, pointing at something with his wand and then a small set of fireworks went off. They were quiet and nice to look at, changing the subject.

"So what were you so upset about?" George asked me. I started towards the register after him, pausing when I saw a photo of him and Fred on the counter that hadn't been there before. They were standing proudly in front of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes.

"Angelina?" said George.

"What? …Oh, my parents. I went home and they—they're leaving. They're going back to Trinidad, to stay. They asked me if I wanted to go, but I can't leave," I said, trying not to tear up again.

"Why?" George asked me. Because I need to see Draco Malfoy.

"I just can't up and leave. I grew up in England. I'm not ready to leave it," I said. I was hoping George didn't think more of what I'd said. I was hoping he wouldn't try and read into it in ways I didn't mean. Something about the way he was looking at me said that he was…

A week passed and most of that time I spent in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, helping George stock up and clean for reopening. At times, I'd catch him looking at me in such deep ways. It made me nervous, to be honest. I'd convinced him to let Harry and Ron, and Hermione help out in the store. George hadn't seemed too receptive to the idea at first, and I wondered if he only wanted my company and for what reasons, but I never asked. He eventually decided it would be fine for Ron to help out. He'd said he just didn't want to feel like he was trying to replace his twin with his other brother. I assured him that it would never happen; Fred was hardly replaceable. Even so, there were times when George just made me feel so nervous that I'd leave the shop for a walk. I wasn't sure how to talk to him without hurting his feelings. I had the impression that he thought perhaps I just needed time before I could think about him the way he thought about me. As much as I cared for him, there was only one person I needed…

I walked into Zabini's with a sigh. There was a witch sitting at one of the tables. I'd never seen anyone else there before, but she looked to be around my age. She watched me walk up to the counter where Romilda was restocking sugar cubes. I'd thought about telling others about her store, but it sort of became a place where I could get away from George and the joke shop for a breath of fresh air. I didn't want to compromise that.

"Romilda," I asked quietly.

"Yes?" she answered just as quietly.

I was going to come straight out with it and ask her again if she'd seen Draco around, but my mouth only hung open a bit and remained silent. I shook my head. Blaise came out of the kitchen in busboy attire, carrying a dish of what appeared to be peach pie to the sole customer sitting at a table in the café.

"Is something wrong, Angie?" Romilda asked me, closing the sugar bowl and shelving it.

"No—I'll just have some tea," I said.

"What kind?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter to me," I said.

"Are you sure?" Romilda continued. I nodded briefly and went to sit at the window seat. I looked out it, wishing Draco would just walk down the street, and I'd run out of the café to meet him. I heard a soft noise and looked with shock to find the white cat sitting on a cushion at the opposite end of the window seat. It looked up at me intently.

"You scared me, kitty," I said, staring right back at it. Its eyes were transfixed upon me, and mine on it. It was a beautiful cat. There was something unreal about it that I couldn't quite place. The witch who had been sitting there when I came in got up to leave, and I watched her walk away further into Knockturn Alley. I started to think crazily, of ways that I might try and find Draco. I couldn't come up with any clear ideas, but suddenly I thought why not ask Goyle? I recalled Blaise saying that he knew Goyle was still around. All I had to do was ask where about. He'd have to know where Draco was. As far as I knew, he'd been one of Draco's closest friends.

"White tea," Romilda said, bringing the teapot towards me, a smile on her face. She poured me some, even put the sugar in it, noting the deep contemplation that I was in.

"Is there something you want to talk about, Angie?" she asked me, taking a seat beside me at the window.

"No…it's just been a bit stressful, you know? My parents have been gone for a week; they went back to Trinidad, and I've been running round ever since trying to help restore Fred and George's place, and I've been going mad trying to—" I cut myself short, grabbing the tea and taking a hot sip, burning myself and shouting as it spilled from my lips down my blouse.

"Careful!" Romilda said.

"Let me get you some ice for that," she said, hurrying away to the kitchen. Blaise was wiping clean the table where the witch before had been sitting. He returned to the counter when the little bell above the door tolled, signaling a new customer. I glanced over where a woman came through the door. My heart stopped when I saw her. I'd only seen her once before, but I couldn't possibly mistake her with that familiar nose and blonde hair; it was Draco's mother. She looked around the café, her eyes catching mine for a moment, before approaching Blaise at the counter, whom she smiled at in a friendly way. She must have known Blaise, because the next words that came out of her mouth caused me to stand up on my feet.

"Draco. Have you seen him?" she asked, placing both hands on the counter top. She leant in towards Blaise with intense anticipation for his answer. I took a few steps closer to hear what Narcissa Black was saying.

"A few days after Hogwarts, he left. He hasn't come home since," she explained. I wasn't the only one looking for Draco. Blaise's eyes trailed over to me oddly, and I was sure he knew something. Narcissa's eyes travelled slowly over to me where I was standing by the window for a moment. She stared at something, and at first I thought she was staring at me, but as I followed her line of vision, I found her looking at the white cat. It stared back at her with slanted eyes. They looked damn near angry.

"No," said Blaise, interrupting the moment.

"I haven't seen him and I haven't heard from him."

Narcissa looked distressed then.

"Blaise, please," she said, grasping his hand desperately.

"I need to find my son. He's never done this kind of thing before," she explained, her voice thickening the way one's voice thickens before she weeps.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't seen him. If I do, you'll be the first to know," Blaise said with sympathy. Romilda rushed out of the kitchen with a pitcher full of ice, pausing upon seeing Mrs. Malfoy.

"You, girl, have you seen Draco Malfoy? You went to Hogwarts, did you not? Draco Malfoy, have you seen him?"

"I'm sorry, Narcissa, I haven't," said Romilda straightly. Narcissa seemed somewhat surprised at the quickness with which Romilda answered, and the fact that she'd used her first name. Narcissa's eyes followed Romilda with what seemed like aggravation as Romilda made her way over to me with the pitcher. I'd completely forgotten about my burnt lip. I was watching Narcissa whose eyes lightened up on the cruelty when she looked at the cat again, sitting at the window seat. I glanced back at it and noticed its eyes had closed.

"You back there, have you seen Draco Malfoy?" Narcissa asked. I turned around.

"Answer me," she said impatiently, letting go of Blaise's hand stepping away from the counter and towards me.

"You know who Draco is. Have you seen him?" she asked me. She knew just how infamous her family was when she asked me if I'd seen Draco. I shook my head for no. Narcissa stared at the cat again for a few seconds, Romilda looking at her in confusion before she turned and disapparated out of the store.

"Here, for your lip," Romilda said. I felt something cold touch my lips. I had been oblivious to her. I just wondered where Draco could have been if his own family didn't even know.

"Angie," said Romilda, wiping the front of my blouse dry with a dishtowel.

I heard a familiar exhalation behind me and began to turn around slowly. Draco stood there with his eyes closed. The cat was no longer sitting at the window.