A/N: HI! Well I've gotten a couple reviews that mention I need to check misspellings and such in my work, I was wondering if anyone of you wonderful readers would be willing to help me out? You would have to go through the past chapters and fix them and then I'll just send you the next chapters as I get them finished. This will make updating take a little longer, so it might be a week before a new chapter… but I would like the think that would make the story better :) So if anyone's interested let me know :) One reviewer mentioned that the counter-spell for obliviate seemed a little too easy, but I promise, it most certainly won't be. On with the story!

Oh! And there will be no Hermione in this chapter… We do get a short bit of Ron though. The next chapter will be a little bit Hermione-centric as she tries to figure out what happened…

After Hermione left Harry went back to the front desk and took over her job of checking people out. He liked the monotony but he didn't like the fact that he had to talk to people, especially the people blinded by his stardom. Towards the end of the day Harry was in such a bad mood he had started becoming rude to the costumers. Slapping a frightened witch's change on the counter, he grumbled out a rough "Have a nice day." He ushered her quickly out of the store, turning over the sign so it read "closed" from the outside. He gathered up his things and started home.

Passing the Leaky Cauldron on the way home he decided to have a drink or two, but a drink or two turned into several and several turned into almost the entire bar. Tom, still running the place, cut him off when he started singing A Cauldron Full of Hot Strong Love rather loudly. Harry left in a huff, stumbling down the street towards home. He tripped over his own two feet and fell into a pile of snow. He couldn't stand up so he just stayed there on the ground until someone passed by and let out a small gasp.

"Harry?" A voice said nervously.

Harry let out a grunt and rolled over, the figure looming crouching down, grabbing hold of Harry and pulling him up. Harry tried to push the man off at first but soon realized he could barely hold himself up, let alone walk all the way home.

The man grabbed a hold of him and Harry put all him weight on him, granted it wasn't much, but the shock of it made the other man stumble. Straightening up, he grabbed Harry around the waist and carried him home.

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Searching Harry's pocket for the key turned out to be a difficult task. Harry wasn't exactly making it any easier though, so he leaned Harry up against the door and searched his coat pockets first, luckily he was successful and went to unlock the door, making sure he had a good hold on Harry.

Opening the door, he dragged Harry inside and then picked him up bridal style. Carrying Harry up the stairs, Harry started talking, at first it didn't make any sense and then Harry started forming actually sentences, saying things that chilled him to the bone.

"When are you coming home? It's so lo-lonely heeere wiffout you. Baby, please stay? I won't do it again… promise. Whatever I did, never again, just don't go."

Harry clutched tightly at his shirt. He didn't answer Harry as he put him down on his bed. He turned to leave but Harry grabbed ahold of his arm, "I miss you".

Harry pulled him closer and saw who it was for the first time, "You're not him. You're Ron. Where is he Ron? He's been gone so long. Bring him back, kay? Bring him home…"

Ron looked down at his best friend, not knowing what to do, so he said the only thing he knew might make Harry feel better. From his talk with Hermione he knew there was only one honest answer, "I'm trying, Har, I'm trying."

Ron pulled his arm away from Harry's grip after he had fallen asleep. Walking out of the house, after leaving Harry a note as to where he could find his house keys tomorrow, he locked the door behind him and made his way home, his mind still on Harry's ramblings. It seemed Hermione was right, Harry had loved someone and lost him, and it was his job as Harry's best friend to figure out whom.

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Draco had finally finished the potion. He had been working day and night on getting it just right and had finally finished. He poured it into a couple of vials, the correct dosage for Harry's height and weight, and wrapped them up. Holding onto the package carefully, he left his flat and moved quickly through the crowd to Dog Eared.

Moving quickly towards the counter he stopped when he saw a shock of red hair and a familiar freckled face. "Weasley. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same thing of you. Hermione couldn't make in today, she wasn't feeling well… So I told her I would cover for her. What do you need Malfoy?"

"Where's Potter? I have something for him."

"Home. Something happened and I gave him the day off."

"What happened, Weasley? Is he alright?" Draco tried to keep the worry out of his voice, but he couldn't. He would just have to rely on Weasley's lack of observation.

"What do you care? It's a personal issue, Malfoy, not anything you need to know."

Draco cursed himself, of course he needed to know, this was Harry they were talking about. "I have a package for him, something that might help with his 'personal problem'. Let me guess, he had another nightmare? I know about those Weasley, I brewed him some dreamless sleep potion to help him with that."

"How do you know—who cares. You can give that to me Malfoy. I'll pass it on."

"Sorry, no can do. I have to explain this to him myself, because somehow I'm sure you'll flub it up. I'll just stop by his house. Nice seeing you Weasley."

"Malfoy, there's something you should know before you go over there, I'm not going to stop you because I know you're right, but, Harry is in no shape to fight with you today. Try to be on your best behavior."

"You've got my word of honor, Mr. Weasley." Draco tilted his head and hurried out of the shop and down the road, towards Harry's house.

Draco, knowing where the spare key was hidden, let himself in. He had left his key in the house the night he had left. He heard a soft sniffle coming from the direction of the sitting room and found Harry curled up on the couch under a blanket. "Ron, I told you I didn't want anything to eat, you should go home to Hermione. She needs you more than me; she's your sick wife."

"I'm glad you're not hungry, because I didn't bring any food."

The look on Harry's face was almost comical. He shot straight up, his eyes bugging out of his head, "Malfoy. Who let you in here?"

Draco dangled the spare key in front of him, "Not the best place to hide the spare key. Weasley told me you'd be here. I have the dreamless sleep potions for you." Draco set the package on the coffee table.

Draco sat in the chair opposite the couch and got a good look at Harry. His eyes glassy and his hair even more of a mess than usual. One side of his face was creased from lying on the couch for too long, and his face was pale and sickly looking.

"What happened to you?" Draco asked, shocked.

"Nothing, Malfoy, I'm fine. Really, I'm just a bit hung over. Thanks for the potions, by the way, I appreciate you doing that for me." Harry didn't drink. Draco knew for a fact that Harry hadn't touched any, except for a special occasion, since they had graduated from Hogwarts.

"Ha—Potter, what happened to make you get so drunk? You look like you've been run over by a hippogriff! You can't honestly tell me you're fine. You haven't looked fine for weeks."

Harry's head lulled, he was obviously exhausted. "M'fine, Draco. Really, don't worry about it."

Draco gave a small, worried smile as Harry closed his eyes, "I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Not until he comes home. He promised, Malafaloy, he said he would keep them away. Where'd he go? It's my fault, innit? My fault he'sss gone. Jusss like e'ryone else. Nobody stays, Malfafa, nobody ever stays…"

Harry trailed off and Draco's heart broke. Why couldn't he just use the charm he was given, just counter the spell? It wouldn't be so bad, they would have each other right? No, no, he made a promise to himself to make Harry happy and he couldn't be fully happy with him. Then why does he look miserable?

Draco left quickly, shutting and locking the door behind him. He went home and sat in his own sitting room, by the fire and drank a cup of tea. Letting his mind drift to happier times, he fell asleep in his chair.

A/N: Well, not too much going on in this chapter… but up next… Hermione figures it out! Or does she…? We'll just have to wait and see. But I promise Draco isn't going to be able to keep this up much longer. By chapter 10 Draco will have broken down and used the counter-spell, but will it have to desired effects or will it cause chaos and possibly destroy Drarry forever?

p.s. Anyone interested in beta-reading PM me or say so in a review. :)

-Olli