A/N: Sorry this one didnt get put up last night... I was having some probs with this site with not allowing me to sign in for some reason but here it is anyways and also the one for today is up as well... Thanks for your patience!

A Christmas Homecoming by HPFangirl71

Part 12:Harry Ponders the Situation

Harry walked quietly through the graveyard, his steps making an eerie path through the newly fallen snow. He stopped in front of a large black headstone. He dropped to his knees on the snow-covered ground, oblivious to its cold. Pushing the snow away, he looked down at the letters that formed his godfather's name. Sirius had been one of the first casualties of the war, one of the first loved ones Harry had lost. He came here often to talk to his godfather; it helped him to feel close to the man even though he knew his body wasn't actually here.

"It's me again…" Harry said with a slight chuckle. "The muggles probably think I'm crazy coming here, talking to myself like this."

He placed a bouquet of dogwood upon the edge of his godfather's memorial and let out a small sigh.

"I just didn't know who else to turn to with this. It's about Malfoy… I mean Draco… I don't know what to do to get him to face our relationship. I've told him how much I love him but it doesn't seem to matter. He still has Astoria back in Italy… she's waiting… waiting for him to come back, as if nothing ever happened here." Harry whispered into the darkening evening silence.

Harry had just left Draco; he'd left him at a small muggle coffee shop. The two men had been going to muggle restaurants, theatres, and coffee shops for the past few weeks. Their relationship seemed more real outside of his apartment walls but it was still a closely guarded secret. A secret he couldn't even share with his very best friends. The secrecy of their relationship was tearing Harry apart. It broke his heart knowing that Astoria was waiting in the wings, ready to take his place in Draco's life. He could feel Draco's denial with every moment they spent together. The man was living out a fantasy without any intentions of making it a reality.

"How do I make Draco face up to what we have without pushing him away? I love him so much… I just don't want to lose him now." Harry's voice cracked with emotion as he spoke.

He wondered at how his godfather would've handled the situation. Probably with no fear… he'd always lived life in the moment but somehow he wasn't sure if that was the way to go with Draco. He'd probably just go running back to Italy with his tail tucked between his legs. Draco had never been the type to face up to a situation until he was knee deep in the muck of it. Harry still felt confused but talking to Sirius had put him more at ease with the situation. It was what it was… he had to deal with the fact that he couldn't change what was happening. As Harry bade Sirius goodbye, he turned around in shock to see Draco standing silently behind him…